Below, a taxi speeds away from the spaceport;

a patrolman knocks on an apartment door;

a man in a sharp suit stares at an empty parking spot;

and a pair of firemen spray water around a burning noodle truck.

Above, [i]Cerberus[/i] soars into the sky. You feel, more than hear, a roar as the moon's atmosphere rushes past the hull. It grows in intensity as you pick up speed--and then drops away as you clear the atmosphere and rocket out into the black.

No one follows you as you make your escape; for the time being, all your troubles are behind you.

Cho-Tyrek is laid out on the metal floor of the cell; your doctor seems confident that he'll live, but for a long while, he doesn't have either the strength in his body or the presence in his mind to lift himself onto the cot. Still, he has time to recover; your destination is a deep-space rendezvous with Pasha Arlox's private craft, and it will take you a day or so to reach the coordinates you were given.

You all know when he comes to, several hours later; though spacious enough for your purposes, [i]Cerberus[/i] is small enough for you all to hear him yelling. His voice is weak, but his words are clear.

"HEY!! LISTEN!! HEY!!"

Cho is a professional assassin, and his cardio is excellent. You have the feeling he can keep this up for a while.