Jirel’s Farewell, Part Five
Continued from Part Four Jirel ran after Michael as they dashed through the casino. Two uniformed Las Vegas police officers stood by a craps table. Michael said, “Montez, North. You’re needed upstairs.” “Yes, sir.” The two officers ran ahead towards the pressurized airlift shafts. “Are these real policemen?” asked Jirel as they followed. “Yes,” said…
