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This time, there was no cruise ship to carry them through the long empty lightyears of Dead Space. No arboretums full of lush plants or grand windows that looked out upon breathtaking stellar vistas. No night club where they could soothe their boredom with a good drink and some tolerable music.
Jack didn't want any of Slade's agents getting close to the professor. A cruise ship was open to just about anyone with a valid passport, and not every assassin would be as obvious in his methods as their dear friend Vetrid Col. A poisoned drink would kill just as quickly as a bullet to the head.
This time, Jack had booked passage back to Earth on a military ship. That didn't make him feel any safer – Slade had agents everywhere – but it did limit the number of potential threats to a crew of r
