"I’ll be along." Skater dropped his closed fist on the ork’s. He hoped it was true. But he didn’t see any other way around it. His own needs had placed the team in jeopardy. If losing Emma hadn’t been at the forefront of his mind, he’d surely have walked away from the run back at Shastakovich’s. He had no doubts they would have followed his lead; even Trey, who never passed up a chance to score on a run. None of them would have been at the bar tonight. He owed them the chance to get clear.