Eryx wasn’t sure if he had great luck or the opposite. Sure, he’d been stuck in the snowstorm, but he’d found his way to Base Four. And now he’d captured a poacher—alive. Even being written up for disobeying orders and nearly getting himself killed wouldn’t be able to outweigh that.
He didn’t envy Leander. The poor bastard was going to be locked up and questioned, probably not too gently either. Poaching of rare animals on privately owned planets had gotten to be a real problem in the past five years especially, and the kinds of people who could afford to own and operate a planet were the kinds who had no problem with hard measures to get what they wanted. It was why the SeeingSpots policy was to shoot poachers first and ask questions later. The fact that Eryx had caught this one with his
