The crewmen were more than curious. "Who the hell's the girl?"
"Got me. Never heard of such a thing."
"Well, I suppose a Raider has a right to pick up a little booty now and then," another laughed. "They don't have the easiest job in the world."
"Bet she's going to be mad when she wakes up."
"Yeah. Looks like the Raider might be worrying a little about that right now."
Wolf stood at the forward screen, silently watching the shape of the mother-ship grow larger and larger until the screen held nothing but the great black hull.
The crewmen were wrong, he wasn't worried about Daimya's waking. He could take care of that when the time came.
He was thinking about other things, the things that came to him when he slept, the faces, the names, the actions, the right and wrong ............