"How much have we got now?" Jack asked.
"Enough to get a new ship." Riddick replied with amusement. Jack whistled.
"how much did that last guy have on him?" she asked. Riddick grinned.
"He must've hit the jackpot at a casino sometime this week. We were lucky that he was dumb enough to carry it around with him." Both Riddick and Jack ignored Adrian who was eating something unidentifiable.

The package had been labelled 'Chicken Ruvas', a semi-exotic dish usually made of chicken, Ruvassian butter and some weird herbs. So far, he had yet to distunguish the 'chicken' from the 'butter' from the 'herbs'. It was god awful stuff, but he didn't dare say anything. Last time he had complained about the food he never saw what hit him. All he remembered was waking up. On the floor and wondering why his nose was bleeding.

Agent Abell's comm unit blinked just as he was getting ready for work. By the time the conversation was over, he was smiling. He then called his partner.

James Liszka found himself waiting to speak to the head of the A Cartel. Again. Only this time he hadn't asked for the meeting. He had been invited- if being snatched from one's hotel room in the middle of the day, bound, gagged and stuffed into the back of a delivery transport for a long ride, all the while looking down the barrel of an assault rifle could be called an invitation. How he was going to talk himself out of this mess he didn't know.

TBC