He brought the patrol boat down into normal space with a flick of the wrist, and started his scans. He wasn’t expecting to find the Howznian here: smugglers this good don’t hide in the obvious places, and this asteroid field was about as obvious as it gets. But there was always a chance he’d gotten lazy, or overconfident, or was having engine trouble…
Nothing on sensors, and Officer Franks snorted. If the profile was accurate, the Howznian was probably already spending his ill-gotten gains on a beach of black sand by one of the liquid methane lakes of his homeworld.
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