I had a new worry now—that the Azzies would have been sufficiently disturbed by the apparent kidnapping of one of their priests to come after us in hot pursuit. I was fairly confident that they wouldn’t blow us out of the sky—the ork guard had gotten a good enough look at Vargas to realize that he was still alive. But I couldn’t begin to imagine the resources they might bring to bear to force us down. And the VTOL pilot owed us no loyalty. He was simply a civilian doing a job. If the Azzies ordered him to land, he’d obey, regardless of what Vargas’ previous instructions to him had been.