"Shit.  I heard rumors, but shit Cap."  Francis scratched at his close cropped head and looked around the bay... One of the crates looked funny... Walking over he poked at it and found it open.  "What the hell?"<br/><br/>Pulling the top back revealed nothing.  It was empty.  But the fact that the damn thing was open meant that something had gotten in... or gotten out.  "Hey Cap, sure the collegia didn't send one of their little lapdogs to keep an eye on things?  This here was lived in for a bit, smell that, that is unwashed butt."  Looking around he didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean much.<br/><br/>"Listen Cap, I'll do what I do best, and that is keep people out of the way of fire by using my bid dumb ass.  I ain't no killer, but I ain't no saint neither.  But at least I got some morals and qualms, so I'll do my damn job, don't worry about that.  Just figured I should let ya know ma thoughts on the matter.  My old commander used to always ask me cuz for some reason, my slow brain always saw something all the smart fellers missed.  Prolly nuffin anyway as far as Killer is concerned.  But I'll keep an eye out for our stowaway for now, and let ya get back to the important stuff."