The flash of blue light crossed her vision before Jenny had a chance to really react. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Cavilo. Cavilo and the gun and ow. Ow, that hurt.

Clutching her chest like she had done the last time she had been shot, she collapsed on the ground.

"Lara?" she asked meekly as the world grew black around her.

She keeps the gun pointed for several seconds after Jenny's fallen, then steps forward and leans down to quickly check for a pulse.

Nothing. Which doesn't surprise her, but she hasn't survived this long by leaving enemies alive behind her.

A quick search of Jenny's pockets turns up a wad of various currencies, a wallet-looking thing with a piece of blank paper in it, a handful of knicknacks of no discernable purpose, a few pictures of Jenny and Bart, and the keys to the ship. The cash and keys go into her own pockets; everything else gets tossed aside. Jenny's gun gets clipped to her own belt.

She moves with the efficiency of long practice, and the whole process takes under three minutes. When she's done, Cavilo rises to her feet, glances down at Jenny's face, shakes her head once in amused contempt, and heads for the door.



About ten minutes later, the ship undocks from Zav Station and heads out into the black. Its sole occupant (and new de facto owner) may be whistling.

Things are looking up.