“So, what is it?” Mick pulls out a Lurcha laser gun and points it directly at Derek’s head.
Gasps go out from the others.
“Don’t shoot him anyway. At worst, we’ll keep him prisoner,” James implores.
Derek grins.
“What’s so funny, Derek? You think I won’t pull the trigger?” Mick’s turns beetroot red.
“I think there’s a good chance you would. The blood might destroy some of that lovely equipment though. That would be a shame. And then there’s the whole shooting the person in the wheelchair after he saved the girl. That should go down with the public, really well.”
“He has a point, Mick.” Aaron nods.
“And anyway, I’m on your side. I was waiting for the right time to tell you the full story.”
Mick lowers his weapon. “You better not be lying to me.”
Derek takes a large breath. “Look let me a look at this code for a few hours. And you see if there’s something you can do for my relatives. How does that sound?”
There is silence amid node of agreement.
James speaks. “I know people who could get your relations somewhere safe. I’ll contact them now and see what sort of timeframe they can make their.”
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