93: another three years later

The ship's corridor was wide, wide enough for three men to walk side by side, but in this case only two space pirates were there chatting and enjoying their free time. They had recently attacked a freighter, now it was time for relaxation and bonanza as they enjoyed the loot.

They didn't even hear the sound of the ventilation duct hatch opening, nor the smoothness with which a figure slid behind them, only the slight click when the boy's magnetic boots made contact with the wall made him turn around in surprise. The first received a slash in the eye that stabbed a thin dagger into his very brain, the other received a blaster discharge at point-blank range that made a hole in his head that one could even see through.