Our pilot was completely occupied in flying the plane, and so we didn’t have to deal with any questions from him. But I wondered what we were going to do with the dead priest. We couldn’t very well toss his body out of a door—the VTOL was zipping along through the night skies at nearly three hundred fifty klicks per hour and we were likely to get sucked out along with the corpse. Besides, there was no way we could open an emergency exit without the rigger becoming alerted to the fact. He was jacked into the plane and would feel any change in its status immediately.