“Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep.” The corrupt major said with a sinister smile. He pressed a button on a panel next to where a lieutenant stood inside a capsule, forcing him into cryosleep.

“Nighty-night, Johnny.” Major Ericsson waved in amusement, lighting the cigar that hung from his lips. He blew a cloud of smoke against the glass in front of Johnny’s frozen face, his expression one of terror.

What a shame he’d had to freeze him. But he couldn’t risk having him sneak behind his back to the generals about the back-alley deals he’d been cutting; not to mention the clueless second lieutenant he had witnessed Ericsson kill, and dispose of into a black hole they had passed by.

“It’s easier this way for both of us, eh?” Ericsson shook his head, giving the capsule a firm pat before turning to walk towards the bridge of the spacecraft.