Backing up, the big man readied himself. Putting one foot against a wall and using it like a sprinter’s starting block, he pushed off hard, accelerating with every step. As a couple of other stupefied inmates looked on, he leaped to the railing and used it as a launching pad. The arc he described had been carefully judged. He had just enough room, built-up speed, and strength to cross the seemingly impossible gap and smack into the figure clinging desperately to the end of the chain. Somehow, Toombs absorbed the unexpected impact and managed to hold on. Arms straining to maintain his grip, he found himself penduluming back and forth with whoever had slammed into him. As soon as he was reasonably certain he wasn’t going to fall, he brought his head around to get a look at the crazed fool who had almost knocked him from his perch.
	And found himself virtually nose to nose with Riddick.
	No gun. No backup. No heavily armed crew. No cuffs. All of which added up, in the sudden fit of near panic that threatened to eclipse Toombs’s own thoughts, to No Chance. For what seemed like an eternity, the two men hung there, swinging back and forth as the end of the chain slowly steadied. Just when the mercenary was convinced his former prisoner was going to start eating cereal out of his skull, Riddick spoke. His voice was unchanged, as if they were seated across from one another in a corner café. As if nothing had previously passed between them. As if what had passed had meant nothing then, and meant even less now.
	“Shoulda taken the money.”
	Toombs would have gaped at him, or possibly even replied, except Riddick had started up the chain like a lemur and was using the mercenary’s skull for a step-stone. The big man went up the links so fast, Toombs didn’t have a chance to reply even if he had been able to think of something to say. As soon as it sank in that he wasn’t going to be kicked off, dismembered piecemeal, or have his medulla oblongata pulled out through his mouth, he started upward himself. His progress was notably slower than that of his predecessor.
-The Chronicles of Riddick (pages 233-234)