"You’re here because I’m paying you. And because I’m paying you, you’ll shut up and come along." Jason bristled at that. He cocked his wrists inward, and twin fourteen-centimeter blades slid from ecto-myelin sheaths embedded in his forearms. Sam’s eyes were welded to the tips of the blades. Stomach churning, he watched the tips vibrate with the tension in the samurai’s arms. Jason was arrogant and full of his own competence as a fighter, but Sam hoped the Indian would realize that it might take magic to handle some of the threats the Outback could throw at them before they could get back to the coast. And Sam was the only magician for a hundred kilometers. The samurai boiled with anger at Sam’s tone, but Jason never threw away something that he might need. Sam was betting on that.