“You want me to kill a man,” Akos said, if only to test it out in his own mind. “A man who aided in your kidnapping. Yes.” “What, out of the goodness of my heart?” Akos shook his head and held out the practice knife handle-first for Jorek to take. “No.” “In return,” Jorek said, “I can offer you your freedom. As you said, there are hundreds of floaters in the loading bay. It would be a simple thing, to help you take one. To open the doors for you. To make sure someone on the nav deck was looking the other way.” Freedom. He offered it like someone who didn’t know what it meant, someone who had
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