I didn’t ask why they called her “Bit”. Not just yet.

Tracker turned around in his seat so he could face me fully. He took in a deep breath and I knew I was in for a full out lecture.

He leaned his dark arms on the back of the head rest and clasped his hands together. Oh, boy. This should be a good one. “Alright, Dude. Let me try to explain the Force to you. In gentle, nut shell, sort of way.” He smiled again. The sun was shining now and I caught a glimpse of the gold front tooth I hadn’t noticed before.

“The Force, is to be Their not so secret weapon. They have teamed up with some of our most accomplished genetic scientists, promised them the world, in exchange for rounding up the best Sniffers, crossing some kind of ferocious species of alien, from God only knows where, to exterminate any threat, namely, the Resistance.” He grinned. Released his grip.

Pointed at me, “Gotta be good. And one lucky son of a gun.”

I think that’s when I realized I had to start breathing again.