His head snapped over to Cait and he assessed her situation. “Unless you’ve rethought putting up a fight.”
“I haven’t. Porn The hope of rescue, already quite abstract, fled from her. It’s not like we have weapons.” Cait said, drifting over to her seat. “Aren’t you going to tell us anything?” Rhys demanded. Clothes, personal items?”
“We’ll decide what you can have when we’ve had an opportunity to screen this ship thoroughly.” The man responded curtly before making another gesture for them to be taken away. After their captors came up behind them they were led out of the airlock into what seemed to be a passenger bay – not unlike a military style dropship, there were seats against the walls and lockers for all kinds of gear. “What are you doing?” Cait protested. Before long, three armed men in pseudo-military uniforms and masks entered gracelessly in the zero-G, two of them awkwardly holding small pistols.
