Corsair frowned deeper, throwing the crumpled paper to the ground. This was too much. He glowered at the dirt covered man as his march took him past, a variety of curses in alien languages muttered under his breath.
The word 'dad' made Corsair wince, and he froze as well, anguish and fury fighting for control. Whoever this asshole was, he knew what buttons to push to get to the space pirate. "Are you James Petersen?"