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Book One: Dune
“C’mon,Kinet.Youcangoalongifyouwantstomakesurewhathappens.”
“Itisniceofyoutoinviteme,Czigo,”Scarfacesaid.
Jessicafeltherselflifted,thewingshadowspinning—stars.Shewaspushedintotherearofthe’thopter,herkrimskellfiberbindingsexamined,andshewasstrappeddown.Paulwasjammedinbesideher,strappedsecurely,andshenotedhisbondsweresimplerope.
Scarface,thedeafonetheycalledKinet,tookhisplaceinfront.Thelitter-
bearer,theonetheycalledCzigo,camearoundandtooktheotherfrontseat.
Kinetclosedhisdoor,benttothecontrols.The’thoptertookoffinawing-tuckedsurge,headedsouthovertheShieldWall.Czigotappedhiscompanion’sshoulder,said:“Whyn’tyouturnaroundandkeepaneyeonthemtwo?”
“Sureyouknowthewaytogo?”KinetwatchedCzigo’slips.
“Ilistenedtothetraitorsame’syou.”
Kinetswiveledhisseat.Jessicasawtheglintofstarlightonalasguninhishand.The’thopter’slight-walledinteriorseemedtocollectilluminationashereyesadjusted,buttheguard’sscarredfaceremaineddim.Jessicatestedherseatbelt,founditloose.Shefeltroughnessinthestrapagainstherleftarm,realizedthestraphadbeenalmostsevered,wouldsnapatasuddenjerk.
Hassomeonebeenatthis’thopter,preparingitforus?shewondered.Who?
Slowly,shetwistedherboundfeetclearofPaul’s.
“Suredoseemashametowasteagood-lookingwomanlikethis,”Scarfacesaid.“Youeverhaveanyhighborntypes?”Heturnedtolookatthepilot.
