With that, Reverend Shipping takes each of the captain's weapons and stows them away on his person.

The captain stares at him, stunned. It takes me a moment to realize my own neurons have stalled.

Taking myself out of the stall, I ask, "Shipping, do you have military training?"

"Is the outside hall clear?" he asks back, walking toward the door without glancing at either the captain or myself.

I scan. "Yes. The closest crew mates are in the third room on the left after you take the first in the hallway.

"Thank you." Shipping presses the button that makes the door slide open before walking into the hallway and turning right.

Appearing in front of the door separating Shipping from the two men, I scan for life-forms again within. They are in the same position as before, sitting across from each other, probably playing some sort of gambling game.

"What angle will they be in when the door opens?" Reverend Shipping asks.

"Right in the center of the room, about three feet from each other."

"Standing or sitting?"

"Sitting."

"Good. Open the door."

I do, and Shipping doesn't even seem to look before shooting twice, then a third time.

He catches me analyzing and shrugs. "I missed the second time." Then he strides in to where the men are pulsating on the floor.

"See any sheets?" Shipping asks.

I scan the area. "They appear to have handcuffs in their top pocket." No doubt confiscated as tokens form Orion's person.

Orion, who is dying to an unknown poison even as we speak.

Shipping seems to sense my thoughts and quickly secures the two men before grabbing one and taking a commanding position over him. "What is our captain poisoned with, and what is the cure?"

The cowed man fights the appearance of being cowed. "Please. I am more scared of Captain Henwick than you."

Shipping moves so fast, my motion sensors almost don't detect him. The man in his grasp blinks in surprise at the fact that he is no longer wearing a sleeve on his right arm.

Reverend Shipping continues to hold his stolen knife up. "Would you like to know how I removed Captain Henwick's knife from her person without her stabbing me? Or what I did to her after I collected it?"

The jaw of the man he's threatening drops his jaw. "I- uh- the cyborg is Henwick's right-hand man. She always entrusts him with the cures."

Shipping drops the man roughly. "You better not be lying. Or else I'll cut off far more than a sleeve when I come back."

With that, Reverend Shipping marches out of the room. I appear on the other side. "So you won't answer about military training, but what about espionage training? You seem rather accustomed to one-man takeovers of ships."

"Beginner's luck," Shipping mumbles, not breaking his pace. "Where is the cyborg?"

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