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OPENING THE DOORS TO the dead officers’ cabins was easy. Karrev couldn’t understand why more of the crew weren’t doing the same and taking whatever was up for grabs. He’d discovered plenty: jewelry, rare perfumes, luxury foods, drink, and other goods from Earth, and expensive alien artifacts. He’d often wondered what it would be like to live on an officer’s pay, what they spent their bonuses on, and his curiosity had been more than satisfied with the many items he’d discreetly removed. It wasn’t as if the dead officers would be needing them after all, so he didn’t see how he was doing anyone any harm. He was just using his smarts. But he’d been stupid, too. He’d been slow to go for the top prize: Loba’s quarters. Karrev pushed open the door, revealing a room that was surprisingly lacking