Trig stepped closer to the bars and looked down the empty corridor before returning his attention to Razor. He threaded his arms through the bars and leaned forward so he could stretch the cramp in his side from where he had been hit.
Two days ago, he and the young human female had attended a fight in the rings three levels above. He had been against it, but the human female was a tenacious little thing. She had disappeared while he was relieving himself. He had finally found her waiting outside the doors to The Hole, two tickets for the event in her hand. He didn’t bother asking her how she made it through the crowded Spaceport without trouble, much less how she was able to obtain tickets to the sold out event.
She had kept the hood of her cloak over her head and moved with a natural gr
