Grady barked out a dry laugh. “Look, kin, we’re not soldiers. We just came to grab Ezren and Bex and ’ject outta here.” Bex crossed her arms. “I thought you would’ve wanted evidence to put Calderon out an airlock.” Grady rolled out his right shoulder before favoring her with the artfully lopsided grin of a true adrenaline junkie. “Eh, I’m not saying I couldn’t be convinced.” Foster resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So much for taking this seriously.
