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Chapter 9.

Dropping into the ship, he didn't anticipate Johns to be sitting in the pilots seat. Standing tall, appearing unaffected by this new development, he found a way to make the best of the situation.

"How's the back," he mumbled not really caring to hear the answer.

"Been better. Takin' you to another slam, Riddick. Getting out of Butcher Bay together. That'll teach Hoxie to Fuck with me."

"Now you're learnin' Johns."

"I even stiffed him on the med fees. Hey, you know the drill." Johns said slightly raising the weapon in his hand to signal the holding cell he had prepped for Riddick.

Stepping forward, Riddick grabbed Johns by his hair. Thrusting his shiv into the mercs back. Cutting him for the second time, in nearly the same spot. Shoving the hunched man to the floor he stepped to the controls. He sat in the chair strapping himself in

"Let's play who's the better killer" Grabbing the controls, he took off flying the ship towards the atmosphere, as the guards continued to fire upon the ship and its passengers.

Sitting at his desk the warden, thought over how much trouble Riddick had been since he had gotten here only a month ago. "Definitely not worth the trouble or the manpower that has been lost. Never should have agreed to take him off Johns' hands." Who would have thought that one man could cause so much damage in a place with no rules, no escape. Brought back to the present by the rumbling of an engine Looking up from his desk. The ship barreled through the wall, causing Hoxie to fell under his desk for refuge.

Slowly the convict emerged with the body of Johns thrown over his shoulder. Riddick strolled slowly towards Hoxie's desk "Guess you wanted Johns dead… not alive"

"Riddick!" Hoxie said in astonishment.

Dropping the mercs body on the floor, and kicking him to roll him over, "What'll you give me for him anyway Hoxie?" He said lowly as he walked towards the warden.

Starting to stutter knowing he no longer had the upper hand with Riddick. "We work a deal Riddick… Johns for you… Straight up. Anything. Anything. Just tell me what you want, and… I'll make it happen." He said as he backed towards his chair.

"Hmmm…" he growled. "I wanted to be left alone."

"Let me give you some advice, Riddick. When you make a threat, Riddick, be prepared to back it up. I'll give you… alone" Sitting in his chair, Hoxie pushed a button. He and his chair ascended a ramp to a small room high above the door to his office.

Grabbing Johns' pulse gun as the first shot went past his head, he ducked down behind Hoxie's desk, and began to charge the weapon. As soon as it was charged he began firing on the robotic guard that Hoxie had released upon him. Slowly, shot after shot began to take their effects upon the robot. Advancing on the robot making the shots more precise, the robot began to fall, and eventually collapsing in a heap of twisted metal.

Dropping his own weapon Riddick moved to the robot, grabbing its cannon arm, he fired it at the room that secured Hoxie, causing him to fall the 15 feet to the floor below.

"But… now… Riddick. There must be something…" Hoxie pleaded

"Codes to your ship."

"Shit Riddick, you wouldn't…"

"What? What wouldn't I do Hoxie?" He stepped closer to the warden as he begged.

"Oh… oh... of course. The codes are in my desk."

Standing up behind the warden, Johns grunted in pain.

"Can you walk Johns?" Riddick asked

Chuckling Johns replied, "Yeah, I think so."

"Run?"

Laughing again, "Maybe… but I wouldn't want to try and find out.' He bent forward still trying to remove the stiffness and ignore the pain within his body.

"Good how's your eyesight?"

Grabbing one of the dead guards uniforms, while Johns tied Hoxie up to the pillar, Riddick shot out the lights. Slowly he removed his goggles and slid them over Hoxie's head as he struggled to plead through the gag for his life.

"Not this time, Hoxie" Riddick said just before he punched the warden.

Sliding the guard helmet on, Riddick looked at Johns. He grunted in disgust, not really wanting to put his life in the mercs hands at this stage of the game. But he had no choice, if this plan was going to work.

Digging through Hoxie's desk for the codes, Johns declared, "Hurry the fuck up Riddick. Lets get the fuck outta here."

Grabbing the guards' weapon, and shoving Johns slightly in front of him; they stepped out of the wardens' office, and began walking the corridor. The heavy footsteps of the oncoming guards rang through the empty hall. Both Riddick and Johns tensed as they approached; ready to strike out if they needed to.

As the guards shuffled past, one guard declared "The birds in the wardens office. We have a hostage situation. Riddick's the one wearing the goggles. Kill him… on site."

Taped and bound to the pillar, Hoxie moaned as he struggle to free himself before his men reached the office doors. Knowing with the dark, they wouldn't be able to see clearly. They would see the goggles and open fire. The thought made Hoxie struggle harder but it was no use.

Completely defeated, his head shot up as the doors opened. Unable to see more than the lights from the flashlights the guards carried, his muffled scream could not be heard as they commander shouted

"Fire!"

As Riddick sat in the pilots seat, he looked at Johns out of the corner of his eye, noticing the mans discomfort. "Ya know Johns. Statistically, take offs are the most dangerous."

"No shit. Thought you said landings were." Johns said chuckling nervously, recalling their conversation when they landed at Butcher Bay.

"Guess it depends on who you have at the controls." Riddick said with a small smirk.

As they flew from the landing pad on Butcher Bay, Riddick thought about what he had heard about Butcher Bay… Toughest slam in the universe. Impossible to escape.

Riddick laughed low and mumbled, "But then they never met me…"