Their weapons snapped up, pointing directly at her and one of the men lunged forward, grabbing her arm and shoving her against the wall."What the hell...are you doing out here? All passengers were ordered to the dining area." His voice was rough and filled with contempt.Kat looked him defiantly in the eye. "I am a paying passenger and not some crew member that can be ordered around. I want to speak to the Captain right this moment. I warn you, I will lodge a complaint against the shipping line if. When I entered the office, another tenant was talking to one of the office ladies. I handed over a check for the amount due to the other lady, while not paying much attention to the conversation, and started to exit. The man bumped into me accidentally and excused himself. I said no problem and we walked out of the office together.He was a medium-toned African American, smartly dressed in pressed white shirt and dark blue dress slacks that defined his athletic build. He was about three inches. With my eyes closed and my mind's eye wide open, I plotted a course that would go through the centre of two ships. We flew out the other side avoiding all Tandra shipping and turned around. One of the ships blew up, but the second one did not. Another pass took out the third ship.Suddenly the psychic weapon stopped, and the other ships seemed disheartened, as an army would be when seeing their general killed. Our forces opened their lines more, giving the enemy a chance to escape. There were. There will be talk of me in Mentrassanae, my home. Talk of the wayward shaman’s daughter, the cunning sorceress.I have killed a Darrakhai, whose name already escapes me, even though only a mere handful of days have passed. I escaped punishment too – why punish the ladle if the diner burns himself with the broth. A smile passes my lips but it does not linger long. Already there are sounds in the house. Dawn must be rapidly approaching, a key turns, a door opens, footsteps going up, quieter.