"Well I've got space aliens to thank for that," Flynn says grimly. "I have it on good authority that I've been dead for a year back home."

He sneers beneath his mask. "And I don't keep keep mum on clients who don't pay out. If Zoran Lazarevic comes waltzing about on this sorry excuse of a planet, do yourself a favor and steer clear. He's a right prick."

The fact that he's here means that there's every chance Zoran could show up, too. Now he'd like to never see that man's ugly mug in his second life, but if he did ... well, killing him would be cathartic at least.