The rest of the two days passed pleasantly. Mims insisted they stay alert. They slept in shifts and kept their weapons close at hand. Despite the Captain's caution, there were no attacks. The posted guards appeared to be sufficient deterrent, or maybe the High Commander had rounded up everyone who was willing to throw away their careers and/or lives for a chance to take revenge. There couldn't be that many of them, could there? Mims hadn't been heard from in three decades. How many humans would carry a grudge for that long?