That fool Samuel was cooling his heels in what Darak ironically called a private hotel. Well, Samuel certainly had a room there. Eventually Darak might order Samuel released… or maybe there would just be an unfortunate accident.
Darak no longer cared. He’d got what he wanted. He now owned one of the fastest and most dangerous ships ever created. A ship model he’d been chasing down for more than twelve years.
As for the other ships from Samuel’s business… well, those would all be sold. For maximum profit. A small part of him was tempted to sell them to owners Samuel would disapprove of, but Darak shrugged it off. What did it matter? He had what he wanted. He’d sell the other ships for whatever they’d fetch.
After all, starships were just starships. They were things. Oh, they
