Quintin Jones, Jr.

I admitted to myself that there are very few things in life that I am in control of.

Frighteningly few things.

Once I admitted that to myself, I was able to dedicate the rest of my life to figuring out why the fuck that is.

Why am I given the power to observe the world but never affect it?

It's been a good life, and it all began with that admission.

The universe played a very dirty trick on you, Croc.

It convinced you that you could change it.

But it's even bigger than you, and you still won't admit it.

The oligarch's blues.

Due to your adventurous nature, I'll need to confine you to your quarters for the remainder of this conflict.

Fine.

Where's my fucking cat?

A plastic elastics.

Casper?

kiddo how are you doing I'm okay I was doing a lot of work with the Vistek and when I stopped to rest everyone told me you were back I'm back I can't believe it said the woman who can predict the future I'm a little preoccupied these days yeah I heard

It's a constant vigil.

Unfortunately, it's necessary.

They told me you would come back with a very interesting friend.

How do these things happen to you?

I'm on my ship.