He's got people searching. But York is tricky and the base is large and rambling. It helps in theory. Means York isn't likely to find his way out. Also means it's a bitch to find him even if they've got the secure areas locked down. Stupid. Stupid fucking kid, still making the same mistakes. Trusting.

"What happened Wash?" Carolina. She's go that note of frustration in her voice because can't one goddam thing go simply?

"He surprised me," Wash snaps, wiping the blood off his nose.

"I have an idea. Didn't want to break it out too soon but it'll have to do to flush him out." She holds up an AI storage unit. "Old friend of his."

Wash stares. "They managed to recover him?"

"Yeah. Control sent him over when you found York. You know how the boss's likes collecting Freelancer tech. And Freelancers."