The soldier who'd spoken earlier nodded, because now he actually got a good look at the Jayzepanese woman's face. Damn. Even with the whole different-race thing, a raw, burning urge hit him like a truck.

Normally, they'd send any refugees off to "Underground City 3," wait for them to turn their backs, and then light 'em up for target practice. But now? No way they were wasting her. They'd just have to make do with the guy for their little game. Whoever shot straightest got first dibs on the wom