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Aboard Riddick's Ship – one week after leaving Jack

Riddick was heading back to complete the deal that he had to abandon when Jack was shot. It was three in the morning and he was wide awake in his bed. He usually didn't have trouble sleeping on his ship knowing that mercs couldn't break down his door. However, since leaving Jack, sleep had been anything but easy. Riddick got out of bed and headed for the gym thinking a little physical activity would help him sleep. On his way, he passed by her room. He had yet to go in since dropping her off feeling as though the was violating her space. He just stood there in front of her door, but this had not been the first time he had done so.

After several minutes he turned the doorknob and opened her door. A part of him expected to see her asleep as he had many times. "She never made her bed." He walked in and her fragrance hit him. "Still smells like her perfume." He opened her drawers, curious if she had left anything important.

"What's this?" He picked up a small notebook that was bound with a rubber band and he opened it. "Pictures." The faces were of two identical men and he recognized them from the video. "Her brothers." He picked up a photo of an older woman and man who were holding a young girl. They were all smiling. "Must be her folks." He put everything back the way he had found it. Sorry I couldn't get these to you, Jack. Maybe one day. Jack had also left some clothing, a pair of shoes, and some vintage posters of the old earth music groups she liked so much. He left her room, leaving everything as he had found it and shut the door. Riddick would try to get back to his routine on the ship in an effort to regain some type of normalcy. Problem was, after two years with her, she was an ingrained part of what he had considered normal.


Six and a half months later, Riddick had just sealed another deal running contraband. He had been burying himself in his work and avoiding mercs to the point that he had not even taken time lately to take care of his other needs. This deal would set him up well enough to take time off and make the upgrades to his ship that he and Jack had planned. In a good mood, he decided to celebrate. Riddick intended to spend the entire night with the buxom brunette, for which he had paid an extra five hundred credits. He had already enjoyed her twice and had only been there for an hour when a merc came busting through the door, catching him with his pants down…literally. The whore was screaming her head off and a gun pointed in her direction didn't help.

"Gotcha now Riddick." He kept the gun aimed at him and checked his discarded clothes for weapons before throwing them to him. "Get dressed."

The woman was still screaming bloody murder and several other faces now appeared at the door. Riddick was more annoyed than anything else. More so at her than the merc."Would you shut the fuck up?" She looked at him shocked and promptly shut her mouth. Damned whores. Not one of them with a brain or balls when they need it.

The merc cuffed Riddick's hands behind his back and escorted him out of the brothel. He took him to his ship and made contact with his the people offering the bounty. "Don't worry sweetie, this won't hurt…much." His client would demand proof of Riddick's identity so he used a probe to extract a blood and tissue sample. They were encoded and sent and he was contacted in less than five minutes. "Fuck yes! The bounty on your ass is close to two million creds. I can retire after this."

A voice came over the speaker. "Reynolds? Are you there?"

"This is Reynolds. You get the DNA confirmation on Riddick?"

"We received the DNA confirmation but it isn't for Richard B. Riddick. Do you have the man still in your custody?"

"What the fuck do you mean this isn't Riddick? He meets the profile I had without exception."

"Do you have the man?"

"Fuck yes I have him."

"Let him go. Immediately. The man you have is Arad R. Warrick. He's a wealthy, self-made owner of a transport and shipping business. Unfortunately, Mr. Warrick bears a striking resemblance to the now departed Riddick."

"What the fuck do you mean departed? He's dead?"

"I guess you don't get out much. He's dead. Janus had him in hand on Zradus. He, his crew, and Riddick were blown away when Janus's ship exploded."

"When the fuck did this happen?"

"Don't remember exactly but it was four to six weeks ago. Had you checked in with me more often I would have told you so you could have been on your merry way. Let the man go and find your next mark."

"I don't fucking believe this." He looked at Riddick in disgust who just shrugged with a smile. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you weren't Riddick?"

"Like you would have believed me? Shit happens I guess." Riddick laughed as he took off the cuffs then he exited the ship and returned to his own.

He sat in the pilot's chair rubbing his bald head, trying to make sense of what just happened. "Jack! Who the fuck else could set this up? Code my DNA to a new identity? Question is why and how? There's no way she's not still pissed."

Riddick did some investigating into Arad R. Warrick. He found that he had both a business license and a ship named the Orion. He dealt primarily in a three system area, including the Helion System and was above board. Based on the profile he had found, he was a hard man with a quick temper. He had been thrown in jail on occasion for bar fights but nothing serious. His shined eyes were the only way that he could see after suffering the loss of his vision after a tragic explosion ten years ago.

"Fuck Jack! I'm a god damn saint?" He kicked his feet up on the console while he was processing this news. "Arad R. Warrick, eh? Warrick I can deal with but Arad? Either this is your way of fucking with me or the name Arad must have some kind of meaning. Probably means pile of shit. I will not fucking go by Arad. I'll have to come up with something else like a middle name. Next question is if I'm so damn wealthy, where's the credits?"

It took several inquiries to different banks but he finally found an account in his new name. A quick DNA scan and he had complete access. The branch manager escorted him to a private room to go over his accounts.

"Mr. Warrick, might I say that we were especially pleased to receive your sizable deposit not too long ago. Is there anything that we can do for you today?"

How much did you scrape up Jack? "I'd like to withdraw ten percent for upgrades to my ship." The manager pulled up his account.

"Ten percent? I'll get you a scanned credits card in the amount of one hundred and twenty-five thousand. Is that sufficient or will you need more?"

Riddick shook his head no. He was floored. How fucking much did he say? Damn! Jack where the hell did this come from and how in the hell did you pull this off?

Riddick left the bank still completely dumbfounded. "This was just ten percent. I could have made do with just this for a hell of a long time. Don't know how or why Jack…but thanks."


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