“Got them!” Ling said. “Dark, the door’s open.”

Darkholm kicked his chair over to another terminal. His fingers flew across the keyboard. “I’ve frozen their entries and am pulling several packets.”

“Don’t waste your time,” Ling said. “I’m frying their system, and we’re moving on.”

“It’s Sprite!” Darkholm said.

“What?” Ling said, confused.

“Their packets say they’re bounty hunters after Sprite’s black mark!”

“That specter just entered your sector, Sprite,” Vapor said. “And I’ve got six more in my scopes and closing in!”

“Scotty, how am I doing?” Sprite asked, the tension in the room growing.

Helen continued her prayers.