Francis grinned evilly as he slid the blade back in its sheathe.  He grabbed a couple of straps to bind the blighter and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  He almost whistled with glee at the idea of having taken him out.  The short walk to the airlock passed quickly with his long strides and he tossed the not-at-all gentle giant inside before hitting the door cycle button.  It would trap him inside and only the override on this side would open it.  He waited there, guarding the door just in case, unable to keep the smile off of his face as he fingered his sheathe.