They awoke to a busy schedule. Ship loading.  Transport from planet.  Sealed combat data with auto erase logged into computer.<br/><br/>He hardly saw her for several hour and when he did, she was talking escape tactics with other pilots and traffic masters.<br/><br/>The transportees ranged widely in appearance...some lord and lady dandy, who had been caught out...they were NOT under deportation and had paid extra for a private room.  But Alice would still secretly watch them.<br/><br/>A couple of roughnecks.  They would work their passage, when not locked in.  He could not see any records on the deportees until after liftoff.<br/><br/>Two were, like him genengeneered.  One appeared to want to speak.  He had clear passage, so Krip made a mental note to seek him out when there was time.  The man looked competent, and they could use truly skilled hands.<br/><br/>Finally all was ready.<br/><br/>He raised the visual screens for Kat.<br/><br/>"Pilot, all systems are at 100% nominal or better.  Upgraded guns tracking perfectly.  Alice seems to want to kick butt.  We trust you...  Get us out of here.