Come with me, friend, and I will tell you a tale of planning, disaster, and hitting a man in the chest so hard he flew down the corridor and out the window, into the cold uncaring vacuum of space, there to wriggle and die like bait on a hook.

Come with me, friend, and I will tell you a tale of planning, disaster, and hitting a man in the chest so hard he flew down the corridor and out the window, into the cold uncaring vacuum of space, there to wriggle and die like bait on a hook.