Terribly, terribly wrong. Crewmen killed, a human on the ground killed, firing the place, and a moglin, by the stars! Nur-zai looked down at the girl that sat in her drug-induced sleep next to him in the hovercraft. "Who is she, Captain?" he asked. Kil-Joi's eyes moved from the carnage below to the girl and back again, over and over. "I don't know, Nur-zai Gin. I got no bloody idea." And so Kil-Joi, the notorious human trafficker, and Nur-zai Gin,...