Murdockâ€™s face became unreadable as he stared down at Thomas. â€œI am well aware of what you say to others, but that is not true. You can break what has been broken, only difference is, it will be far more unpleasant.â€ He smiled both arms behind his back, standing straight. Tired of that position  he grabbed the chair Eric had been sitting in and leaned on the back of it. He was good at reading people, very good, after all heâ€™s had to be over the years. â€œBefore I go I would like to say it was I who trained Riddick, now you could call me Satan if you wish. My subordinates did. Now Iâ€™ve told you and now I feel you are of no more use to us. From your expression you were the sole person in charge of everything. Tell Riddick I said hi.â€<br/><br/>Almost like a blur his arm reached out and sliced through Thomasâ€™s neck muscles and spinal cord.  He closed his eyes so the blood wouldnâ€™t splash in them and when he opened them again he smiled before walking out to greet Kat and Eric. â€œThe matter with Thomas is finished. I would like to see the two of you in my office in half an hour, come in your blues.â€ He paused and stared hard at them. â€œYou two are in trouble, I am quite sure you already know that.â€ Murdockâ€™s voice remained as it had been when heâ€™d first walked in the room with them. His face had blood splattered on it along with his uniform. The knifed heâ€™d used was safely tucked back in his sleeve, much like Eric had.<br/><br/>As the captain walked out Ericâ€™s mouth had dropped. After all their trouble and hard work, that was it? His mind was reeling and he was having a hard time comprehending what just happened. Eric had not been in there, and he had not heard anything going on there and right at that moment he really wished heâ€™d been there and did know. His curiosity was getting the better of him and if it wasnâ€™t quenched soon heâ€™d be in even more trouble than he was already. Nodding his head he couldnâ€™t bring himself to speak let alone salute as the captain walked away. Frowning he looked to Kat and wondered if she was thinking the same thing he was. Gathering enough courage he peeked into the room and his eyes went wide. Thomas was slack in the chair, his head practically severed off. Gulping he made a mental note not to become the captainâ€™s enemy, though he wasnâ€™t sure if that was possible right now.<br/><br/>â€œWeâ€™d better get going.â€ He said finding his voice to be little more than a whisper. There was no rhyme or reason for him to be speaking like that, nor was there a need for it now. The two who had been with the captain walked up to them and said, â€œWe are to escort you to your quarters where you will change and then be brought before the captain.â€