Kinjo pleaded. “You can't. Rami said -” “Screw what Rami said,” Webb said hitting the hatch control. “Get back up to the bridge and monitor their transmission. Let me know if anything more goes wrong. You ready, Marilyn?” “As I'll ever be,” Harvey grumbled as she pulled on gloves, but Webb couldn't miss the tight smile under her goggles. “Just keep up,” Webb said, getting on his bike and firing the engine. “Kinjo, go.” He watched over his shoulder just long enough to make sure the midshipman was heading back up the ladder then was riding down the hold ramp before it had finished lowering. He tore out of the docking bay and onto the docks, weaving between stacks of cargo. People jumped out the way, angry shouts drowned in the engine noise. The gates were ahead, the customs officer staggering out of her booth to see what the noise was. He pulled the bike in the other direction towards a loading ramp. He sped up the ramp, across an industrial lifter, pulled up the handlebars and revved.
