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Thirteen hours later and Drake was back on the bridge. Sonia was taking a well-deserved rest and he was overseeing what had so far proved to be a peaceful journey. They’d been through seven more jump points and had seen no sign of the pirates or of any other ship so far.
That wasn’t particularly unusual. While they might run into other ships near a jump point few ships took a completely straight path from one jump point to the next. That would be a recipe for being found by pirates. A ship only had to deviate its course a little to massively increase the volume of space which would have to be covered in order to ambush them. Only idiots didn’t do so.
Now the Dagger was approaching a jump point. This was where all the possible routes converged. This was where any ambush or attack
