Chapter 1With a sigh, Zach rubs his forehead. Today has been a good day, all told, but tiring. He managed to convince his client that keeping his mouth shut is vital. It shouldn’t be up for discussion, it should be something that all mob members knew, and yet, every single time they were caught, they started singing. They did because they were bored, or proud, or provoked, or insecure, or a thousand other reasons. And Zach could—somewhat—understand that, in as much as he understood that people needed to be stupid from time to time, but he also knows that the behavior isn’t helpful and it must stop.
Zach lifts his head and starts the ship, getting ready to leave the penal satellite. Three switches and a communication later he’s all set. He inputs the coordinates for his home next and that’
