"MedíCarro," I answered, equally tersely. "Your customer suffered a ... setback. But he wants you to know that the flight to Izamal is still on, Paulo." I glanced out the porthole in the door just aft of the cabin and managed to catch a glimpse of the ork guard, who was picking up her weapon and jacking her smartlink back into it. "Now get us the frag out of here, before that guard turns this VTOL into Swiss cheese."