"Why, so you can kill me, or take me prisoner? I'm unarmed."
Ferd laughed humorlessly. "Sure you are. That's why you're covered in blood."
"It's Maira's blood."
"Who?"
"Maira Bundis. The woman who owns this place."
Ferd shook his head. "This is Meg Butler's property. Geez, didn't they even tell you who your target was? Or did you just kill the wrong person?"
The kid lowered the papers and turned around. His other hand, the one that had been hidden before, was wrapped around the grip of a small angular weapon, and it was aimed at Ferd's chest. "I didn't kill anyone."
"Not with that thing, you didn't," he said, indicating the kid's weapon. "Well, not unless they were a robot or something."
Suddenly self-conscious of his situation, the kid glared at the thing in his hand, and then stuffed the barrel under his belt. "Whatever. The point is, I didn't kill anyone."
"You. A drone. It doesn't matter how you did it. She's still dead. What were you looking for, anyway, and what's in those papers you stole?"
"A drone?" The kid stepped closer, livid. "Didn't you see"?"
Ferd steadied his gun hand on his other palm. "One more step, and I won't bother with answers. Now who sent you?"
"Nobody sent me. Look, I came here looking for a missing file."
He glanced at the papers on the floor. "I'd say you found it. Was it worth killing an old woman?"
"I told you. I didn't kill her. The camera-drone blew up after she downed it. She was holding it at the time. And besides, it was a computer file. But then you really ought to know that already. After all, you spooks have been spying on her long enough."
Satisfied that there was a mix-up, Ferd holstered his weapon. "Truce, then. Look, I'm Ferdinand Wu-McCrory. I'm a friend of Meg's. We were expecting a package today, and I came by to see what was in it. Who are you?"
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