What was I willing to do to save a thousand mechs? "It's like you always say, Jude. They're orgs. They're weak. We use that." I waited for him to get there before I could say it, so it could be his idea, and his responsibility. But he didn't. "We knock them out," I added. "If we could get access to the ventilation system ..." "We walk out of here, no questions asked," Jude said. "Uh, except for the part where you have no way of doing it," Zo pointed out. "Unless you happen to walk around with some kind of magic sleeping potion in case of emergencies." "No," Jude said. "But I know a guy who does." "Great. You 'know a guy.'" I said. "So we just sneak out of here, meet up with your 'guy,' somehow sneak back in, or hope they're moronic enough let us walk through the door again, without searching us this time. Easy?" "We could slip it to Zo," Jude said. "She could get it into the vents." "He's right, I could--" "You could not. What happens when they find you passed out by the vent access port and realize what you did?" "So, better idea.
