…’ Jenna began, understanding starting to dawn. ‘They were telling each other to find me,’ Rourke finished with a nod. The pair of them, with Apirana hobbling behind, were making their way towards the politsiya building that was now apparently serving as the headquarters of Level Five’s new government. ‘And you’ve joined the revolution?’ Apirana put in. ‘Seems a bit reckless, I gotta say.’ Rourke turned and looked at the big man, her expression serious and her voice low. ‘It wasn’t my choice. I wound up in the same place as some of Moutinho’s crew and Tanja, who seems to be in charge around here at the moment. Moutinho tried to land me in it as soon as he saw me, of course, so I had to throw Tanja a bone to keep myself alive.’ She shrugged. ‘Thanks to a bit of lucky timing that bone worked quite impressively, and now here we all are.’ ‘So this isn’t actually some well-disguised GIA plot?’ Jenna asked. She didn’t genuinely think that – although the Galactic Intelligence Agency was rumoured to be very, very underhanded in its activities – but Rourke pursed her lips and seemed to be seriously considering the question.
