The BPA dragnet through the system caught Arthur Hawkins, after a game of cat and mouse, near the Dundee jump hole. It was unclear where he was going and for what purpose, but what they did know was that he must be stopped. Numerous Hussars moved towards him on an intercept course, but he managed to outmaneuver them and escape narrowly.
Lauren Devon was the only Hussar that managed to keep up with him, and he lured her right into the biggest mistake of her career. She followed him straight to Islay, where she was overwhelmed by radical Gaians, forced to eject, and captured.
Taken into the depths of the asteroid base with a bag over her head, she wondered what her fate would be at the hand of these terrorists...
Mr. Hawkins set foot on Canterbury once again, silver case in hand. He walked the corridors calmly, destination always in mind. Watching for security, he quickly felt that he was being followed. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed a blond in a BPA uniform.
Needless to say, his eyes widened as he recognized Lauren Devon.
Impossible! he thought, as his steps quickened.
"Arthur, stop!" she yelled, breaking into a run. He pushed his way through the foot traffic, tossing some bystander into the way of his pursuer.
He rounded one corner, then the next, and then... there was a closed blast door. A dead end. The corridors were quickly draining of life, and behind him Lauren Devon skidded to a halt.
"Arthur, this isn't who you are," she said, taking slow steps towards him.
He looked at her askance, memories jumbled together coming out...
The two of them on Islay... her a captive, him her "warden"... the Stockholm syndrome... the forbidden romance... those wonderful times they shared...
"Lauren..." he said softly. "What... what's happening?"
"You can't do this..."
Arthur lying in a pool of his own blood... Lauren rotting in Newgate.... each betrayed by their own people...
Everything went dark for Mr. Hawkins, and he ceased to exist.