Voltus looked out of the window and saw the assassin wink at him in his plane before pulling away. He was too tired to react, so he set a course and switched on auto-polit. He got off the seat to walk to the back of the plane, dragging his feet in exhaustion. He slumped onto the coach adjacent to jargons bunk and watched her sleep. Her chest rising and falling as the she purred lightly. He pulled a black book out of his bag and started to read, he sat there what must have been hours, for the night sky gave way to dawn and the fertile hills of Ventium gave way to the rolling sand dunes of the Syinide Empire.