Zubair didn't flinch as he stared down the man with the Saints Eater patch on his vest. "What does he think he's due?"
"Respect." Rigo shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal. But everyone there knew differently. If they were chasing them down this much, clearly Harrow wasn't willing to let things drop. "And tribute. Fuel. Clean water. Ammunition. Women. He's not picky which one you start with."
Alexei made a low sound. "He's fishing."
"He's reminding," Rigo corrected. He shifted his weight and jerked his chin toward the four trapped Saints still circling behind him. "And he's busy. Marrow keeps throwing pups at the wrong people. Somebody's got to clean it up."
"That's not your job," Elias pointed out. "That's the General's fight."
"It is now." Rigo smiled again, humorless. "Harrow says the General is occupied. So he gave me the flag to keep this corridor clean."
