Never warp direct to Jita 4-4

Never warp direct to Jita 4-4 by Jita FM Whispers in Local, targets on my screen, Cargo scanner lit up like a dream. Six bil in tech, too fat to fly fast— In a rusted Iteron, this jump is his last. I’m the ghost in the blink, the alpha strike king, A Tornado with teeth, and death on a spring. I orbit the sun, my guns start to glow— In Jita’s cold halo, I deliver the blow. I came from Dodixie, cargo full to the brim, Blueprints and implants, the margin was slim. Skipped a scout, took the fast warp lane, Thought Concord had my back... they came too late again. I landed on 4-4, my heart…