“I’m going with you,” Marcone said. “No, you aren’t.” “I can always order Miss Gard to return to O’Hare.” “Where we’ll all die of the plague, since we didn’t stop the Denarians.” “That may be. Either way, I’m going with you.” I scowled at him, then shook my head and leaned back against the seat, shivering. “You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone.” Marcone smiled with just his mouth. “How colorful.”
