The jump scheduled by Azxaron's ship did not take place. Furious, he looked for the causes and found them immediately: the ships that were linked to his jumps had refused the maneuver, causing the security program to be implemented.

His image, darker than usual because of his anger, appeared in front of the fleet commander.

“What does this mean?” asked the administrative agent. “Why did you interrupt the jump? We risk losing track of the fugitives! Change your parameter immediately!”

The commander gritted his teeth. He would have rebuffed a simple agent, even one of a higher level than his, but one could not treat an inspector under the direct orders of the general management service of administrative agents like this: they were a too high authority.

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“Their jump sends them fully into the zone ‘I’. They are dead.”

“I know Xini: if she chose to jump at these coordinates, it is because she is not going to die there. I order you to make the jump immediately!”

“And I, I respectfully tell you to go… I tell you that I will not send my men to their deaths. Even if I have to be court-martialed, and I doubt they will condemn me for refusing such an absurd order, I will not obey this order, nor anyone aboard my fleet, or perhaps even throughout the entire Administration, unless you find a simpleton!”

Azxaron seethed with rage, but each Tik of waiting made the jump even more dangerous, or the risk of losing his prey, even greater.

“Oh, Xerina Erania!”

With that, he launched the jump. His ship disappeared, alone. The commander shrugged.

“Good. One more to put on the list of the dead. That's not so bad: it's one less problem.”