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Cymbrecia watched quietly as the dark blue of Genesia fell away from the navigator's seat behind Ilana in the pilot's seat. She hated that her life of adventure was now over. How had it come to this?

Light blue atmosphere turned to black and soon, the tiny sparks of light elongated and disappeared.

She remained in her seat, head leaned back on the taller rest of padded leather. Now for another chapter to begin. But where? She agreed to leave her ship behind. Ilana's reasoning made sense. It was a sure way to be tracked by this syndicate that now was an enemy. Kiryk remained incapacitated on the floor of the garage when they left and she found herself losing any compassion for him. Their years together were shallow, now that she had a chance to sit back and evaluate it. Nothing like Ilana and Alrek had, or even Kaliman and Serena.

Maybe one day.

"This is the Mark Two," she heard an older voice say from the comm station as Ilana half turned her chair to face Dara in the copilot seat. "What's up, girl?"

"Hey," Ilana replied. "How are things?"

"Good. Staying busy. Always another target to take out, you know how it goes."

"Yeah," hazel brown eyes glanced to Cymbrecia, then back to the voice. "Along that line, you have some free time to take on a project for a friend?"

"For you? Always."

"Good. A certain crimelord from Genesia has made life complicated for someone and he needs to be taken down a notch or two. Thought you might be interested."

"Okay. Got a name?"

"Meron Val Kel Myr."

Cymbrecia's body grew rigid at the sound of the name and her eyes widened as she leaned forward to look at Ilana directly.

"No problem. Name sounds familiar actually. I take it you're too busy?"

"Yeah," she glanced at Cymbrecia and touched her hand lovingly. "I have some precious cargo that I have to get to safety, so."

"You bet. But, you owe me one," preceded a light chuckle.

"Whatever," Ilana playfully chided. "Happy hunting."

"See you soon."