“Well,” Kit said as Goldie lined up another shot, “if it’s not the S.O.S. or some group like Jack is Lord, what is it?”
Robert grinned. “Those Ansar Majlis Brothers involved in the riot, the ones Mike Benson threw in the brig? Their up-time brothers have been raising holy hell. Attacks on the Lady of Heaven Temples and important Templars, riots in the streets, you name it. And a whole bunch of somebodies figured out trouble was likely to break out here, because of Ianira Cassondra. The first group through is already demanding the release of the creeps Mike Benson jailed. Seems it’s a violation of their human rights to throw in jail a pack of down-time terrorists who left their home station illegally and came to another station to commit murder.”
Kit just grimaced. “Why am I not surprised?” Behind him, another fifty bucks of his hard-earned cash dropped into a little round hole. He winced. “But,” he added hopefully, “that’s not what you came to tell us, is it?”
Li’s glance was sympathetic as Goldie dropped yet another ball with a fateful clunk, into a side pocket this time. “Well, no, actually. That news is even better.”
Goldie glanced up from lining up her next shot. “Oh, my. Something even better than a bunch of nuts who want to protect the non-existent rights of down-time terrorists?”
Li nodded. “Yep. Better, even, than the arrival of an Angels of Grace Militia Squadron. First thing they did was pick a fight with the idiots agitating for the release of the Brothers in jail. A big fight. Wrecked three kiosks, a lunch stand, and the costume Connie Logan was modeling. She’s suing for damages. The costume was a custom order, worth eight grand.”