“He’s only gone and done it,” said Joel.

“What? You’re joking?” replied Gaz.

Joel shook his head, and stared at the screen of Lapine Death Corps in disbelief. “We’ve just had a message. Look, Joel. I’ve done it. I’ve stolen a ship and I’ve escaped.”

Gaz slapped his brother on the back and laughed. “I told you it would work! Good old Jaundice. Maybe he’s not as useless as we thought.”

Joel continued. There is a slight problem though. It’s a dual-piloted ship and my co-pilot has never flown before. We’ve kind of crash-landed miles away.

“Ha! That’s okay though, we don’t want to be anywhere near Crawk if we can help it,” said Gaz.

Joel typed a response. “You’ll probably be safer miles away. If you send your co-ordinates we’ll come and get you.”

He thought for a moment and added “Who is your co-pilot?”

“A friend,” Jake replied.

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“.”

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“?”

“My girlfriend,” said the final response, moments later.

Gaz laughed. “Jake Spencer, you dirty dog…”

Joel punched the co-ordinates into the flight system, and the ship re-calibrated its flight path and set off for Halda.

Behind them, snooping from behind the doorframe, the Grand Zombie Master sniggered silently. Of all the ships he could have snuck aboard, he was shortly to be united with his Crawk-King, Leader of War – Jake Spencer.