Eve hung up on JS, and realized she was really tired. "There are at least eight hours before the first exit from the hyperspace," she told the crew. "Call me as soon as we are jumping out, please!" "I'll check it myself." said Han, her bodyguard. Eve greeted them with a smile and withdrew. When she woke up, Eve felt numb, her mouth slurred. "Damn, that's a sleep!" she thought. "When I see my mom I'll give her a good dressing down. Jeez, she made me run across the galaxy like a crazy whirligig." The cozy comfort of the bed was very pleasant; half dozing, Eve realized the trip hadn't been useless at all. She had gained assurance, a greater awareness of her capabilities. Before, she had relied on JS's confidence surrounding him like a force field, but now she had made her way alone in an unknown and unfriendly world. She looked at the clock. "Oh, damn!" The clock said it had passed 36 hours from the first jump. "OMG, why didn't those morons wake me up? JS will get paranoid because I didn't call." She had missed both the first two jumps out of the hyperspace. Eve jumped out of bed and got dressed in a hurry. It was then that she noticed the silence. The ship was mute. There was neither the engine's humming nor the murmur of the people's minds. She gasped: the ship was still and empty! Not a soul there. She felt the adrenaline pumping up her pulse, surging through her blood. Her heart was running and butterflies were dancing inside her stomach. They had landed. "Calm down, Eve!" she thought. Eve began to breathe slowly as she had been taught by JS, her heartbeat went back to normal levels while her mind was exploring the world around her. Nothing. "No, that's it!" she caught the pulse of a continuously changing mental frequency. No. They were two ... three. They were three. "Like in Sco-X1!" Eve thought. She tried to focus but, though her powers were increased, she lacked Vickie's and JS's help to block the Gray jammer. "Think like JS does!" she told herself. JS's answer would be: "Be cool and look for a host brain." Although she had not exercised as JS did, it was easy to find the right subject: a kind of frilled neck lizard. The reptilian brain was quite primitive: anger, hunger, sex and fear. Now the beast was scared by something. In a flash Eve was inside its mind and, through its eyes she saw Badu and two other gunmen standing off the ramp of the Vanguard. Hidden under the ramp were the severed heads of the crew and their mangled bodies dotted the crater's bottom whose purplish edges stood out under a lemon sky. Eve looked for her weapons. Disappeared! She realized that Badu had entered her cabin while she was sleeping and the very thought made her stomach turn. She felt soiled. "How could this happen?" she wondered. Eve took a breath watching her captors: they were relaxed and waiting. One had even brought a stool. She got fragments of their thoughts. They were waiting to watch her face, to see the shock on her face. They had orders, for sure, but this time was theirs and Badu wanted to savor it all. Eve remembered some of JS's stories. He was tight-lipped about his past, and pulling his feelings out of him was like pulling one of his teeth out. She thought the way JS had acted in Nuhrr's hands. She could hear his voice: "Never let them see you're afraid, that you're in trouble! Collect yourself!" Eve dressed in a 'bad girl' style, threw a leather jacket over one shoulder and strutted out stopping on the ramp with a haughty attitude and a smile of contempt. Badu ran a raping look on her and said in a lewd tone taking off his cap with a mockery of a bow: "Good morning, my lady, this way. Your mother is waiting for you." "JS will kill you everyone of you for that!" Eve stated coolly. "I'm looking forward that bastard to showing up." Badu replied stroking the scar on his cheek.