"Alek trudged through the city of Istanbul, carrying thirteen kilos of spices and parts. Dylan was beside him, carrying an equal load. Neither was burdened much by the weight; feed bags for the flechette bats weighing about this much, and Stormwalker parts were much heavier than this. Dylan was carrying paper instead of parts, and he wasn't too thrilled to go back to the Spider, now that Alek had told him about Lilit and her affections for him. Dylan seemed to have shuddered at this when he was told. Ah well. Alek shouldn't, but he took a little bit of sadistic pleasure watching Dylan squirm when Lilit came near.
As they reached the warehouse, Dylan turned to Alek and said, "If you say anything-anything at all, my fist will make acquaintances with your jaw. Understood?"
"Yes Dylan, I understand. I won't say anything. Anything at all. My mouth has made its acquaintances with your fist plenty of times already."
The door opened, and Lilit was there, arm reaching out for Dylan's, and exclaiming, "Mr. Sharp! There you are! I was getting worried." She grabbed Dylan's arm and pulled him inside. Dylan swore under his breath, turned, and mouthed, 'Help me!'
Before he disappeared, Alek replied with a laugh and a smile, "Not a chance."