Revenge of the Damned (Sten #5). Allan Cole

the prison.

      He had also asked her for help. Not in return for any favors he would do. Of that she was quite sure. L’n had the idea that Horatio would provide the studio no matter what she did.

      Why did she trust him? Well, he had trusted her, hadn’t he?

      He had confessed that he was Big X. That information alone was a death warrant in her hands. And the things that he had asked her to do also depended on his absolute trust in her.

      She would be the forger. She would use her many skills as an artist to produce fake Tahn documents and ID cards and a host of other things the prisoners would need when and if they escaped.

      L’n had only one hesitation. There was no way she could escape with them. In the Tahn sunlight, she was blind.

      Hansen had said—No. Not Hansen, she corrected herself. Silly me. Horatio had said that as Big X he could not escape, either. So they would work together and help the others.

      L’n liked that. She also liked the second thing he had asked her. It also involved danger, but not as much. He wanted her to do a little sabotage, to approve as many sections of flawed tubing as she could. That would be a pleasure. In fact, she had thought about it before but had been afraid to try it.

      Since she had met Horatio, she was not afraid anymore.