Somewhere in the outer reaches of the Imperial Galaxy, aboard a vessel that didn't officially exist on any flight recorded, Ethan sat in the cramped quarters of a cargo starship repurposed as temporary living space.
The vessel was a Star Pirate's starship, registered under seventeen different names across twelve different systems. Its original paint job had long since been stripped and replaced with the matte gray coating favored by ships that preferred not to be noticed.
Ethan had been aboard for three days now, ever since the authorities managed to find his traces at a border planet.
Three days of nutrient solution meals. Three days of sleeping on a fold-out cot that creaked every time he moved. Three days of replaying the newest footage he acquired of Neville.
The 3D holographic display hovering above his light brain interrupted his reverie.
