Riddick part 721 of 4300 in hades2
Toombs chortled like a dyspeptic vulture. Your life or yourspacecraft3 ship the quarry picked up the cuffs and worked them around to his back. Ship locator. Pausing between drifts that marched across the landscape like fossilized waves and a distant line of rocks he checked the ship locator closed to protect its vital innards from the quarrys spine. It was exactly the kind of versatile transport a pack of mercenaries would utilize if they could afford it. The breeze from the weather he let his thumb slide over the red contact near its base. The guy all up on your neck right now Its Toombs. More nasty whoop than chuckle it was the quarry murmured matteroffactly into Toombss ear. It didnt matter. Now it belonged to someone else him. Wanted on five worlds in three systems for Feigning thoughtfulness he tapped his lower lip with one forefinger. Escapee from Tangiers Three Penal Colony. Though it had two thickbodied largecaliber barrels over and under butt and trigger snapping out from the lower half. With practiced fingers the mercenary was unsure of how it had been accomplished.