I should have listened to my gut. I should have known that I wouldn't be able to find
any kind of peace on that blasted planet. Fuck. What did Imam expect? For me to
play the hero? It's not guilt that plopped my butt here in the dark waiting. It's the
damn kid, and wondering what kind of trouble she's gotten herself in to. Apparently,
from what I can understand, her trouble is my damn fault, so it's up to me to haul
her skinny ass out of trouble. Again. Here comes the tarnished knight, yee-fucking-haw.

Someone should teach the Holy Man about cheap locks. Easy to pick, way too damn
easy to get a drop on him.

Riddick stood shrouded in shadows, the sounds in the modest house quiet. Everything seemed
to be in place. Inhaling through his mouth, he caught the faint scents of patchouli and lavender,
the taste of scented oils filling his mouth. Nothing. No blood, like he had thought there might be,
no scent of the copper nor the stench of decay. It seemed...normal. The kind of tranquility that
the Imam cherished.

A slight creak from above, upstairs, stilled him and he listened. Foot steps. His fingers clenched
around the hilt of a shiv, clutching methodically as he crouched and watched. A tall figure came
into sight at the top of the stairs, a male shape clad in a thick robe. Silver eyes narrowed as the
man came into view. Holy man..you don't look so uptight now.

Riddick watched as the Imam walked quietly into the kitchen, went to the cabinet and got a glass.
Inhaling again, he neither tasted of the acrid scent of fear or the slightly bitter taste of stress, only
dull sleepiness. "Seems very calm, Imam."

The tall black man whirled on his feet, the glass dropping to shatter on the tiled floor. Riddick
watched him search the shadows, his eyes clearly revealing recognition of the disembodied
voice. "Mr. Riddick?"

Stepping out of the dark shadows, Riddick, crossed his arms over his chest, tapping the blade
of a shiv against one bicep. "I got your message, holy man, but it doesn't look like I'm needed
that much. Can you tell me why you asked me to break cover and fly half the sector to get here?"

Confusion laced Imam's face, his brow furrowing. "Message, Mr. Riddick? You must be mistaken."
The broken glass cracked as Riddick took another step forward, his boots crushing the shards
to powder. "I respected your need to leave, Mr. Riddick. I've never messaged you."