Peri swallowed as he backed off into the crowd, hoping the alien wouldn’t come after him. It was really hard to search for anyone on Haven. No one on this asteroid liked to make eye contact unless they absolutely had to. At the next crossroads, Peri stopped his crew. ‘We’re attracting too much attention as a group. Let’s split up. Selene, head back to the teleportation platform and keep watch. Otto, go left. Diesel, go right. I’ll carry on in this direction. Use your coms-patches to keep in touch.’ Peri set off, but the alleys got narrower and darker as they twisted down and down into the worst part of Haven. The smell of sewage became almost unbearable. But before he decided to turn back, Peri spotted a crowded tavern. The perfect place to find a space pirate! Peri sneaked along the outside of the tavern, peeking through the gaps in the tarpaulin sides. Tired-looking waitresses carried large trays filled with glasses that brimmed with a foul-smelling liquid and dishes piled high with fried space-rats on sticks.
