"Alright, now you're just being an asshole," Simon said, glaring up at Ro'nin. The Sangheili mercenary just snorted. "As if I'd let you anywhere near my ship, Mordred." "There's a lot of money in this," Simon insisted. "More than either of us could imagine." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to where Zoey was standing at the other end of the docking bay. She was staring, wide-eyed, at Ro'nin and the hulking figure behind him; when she'd said she could deal with aliens, she probably hadn't expected these specimens. "Enlighten me." "Oh really?" "So I'd deliver a corpse." "Fine. When do we leave?"