“Come on!” shouted Al's rescuer, hauling him back to his feet. He chased him around a corner, where a majestic golden rocket was hovering just above the street. The man jumped in and turned to face him, beckoning him into his aircraft.

Al stood back, completely stunned.

“But... but you're 'Arry 'Ead 'Unter...”

'Arry 'Ead 'Unter was the most notorious and dangerous criminal in the history of the Outer Galaxies. He portrayed himself as a one man criminal network, which was remarkably true as ‘Arry ‘Ead ‘Unter was a name that everyone knew. ‘Arry was employed by no-one, he never did anything he didn't want to do, but if anyone was ever asked to do anything by him, they did it. Or died. Death was always a strong possibly when 'Arry was around.

'Arry 'Ead 'Unter was best known for being the most brave and brutal hitman in history. He had never failed, and he probably never would. It was an old wives tale that if 'Arry 'Ead 'Unter saw your face then he would probably come back for it one day. There were rumours that he had a giant tapestry hanging on the wall in the Master bedroom of his summer home, “The Palace of Golden Destruction,” which was made entirely of people's faces stitched together. This wasn't entirely true, it was hanging in his winter home, but even so he was not a man to be taken likely. The strangest thing about this whole situation was that Al knew for a fact that 'Arry had been banished from the Outer Galaxies years ago and locked in an impenetrable cell on Virginius, the newest moon of Karma Sutra Zero, a place which it had been said that no-one had ever visited before.

“That's right,” said 'Arry. “I am. Are you going to get in?”

Al looked behind him at the crowd of people baying for his blood and decided that it couldn't be any worse than his current predicament. He stepped into the spaceship of the most deadly assassin the Outer Galaxies had ever seen, and his life changed forever.