VFF The Book Continues part 5
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, March 16, 2009 23:49
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NEWHALL ESTATE, HABITATION FLOOR: WASHROOM
Attila: *shouts over his shoulder at the man standing under the shower stream* Damn it, Czigo! Step on it! We've got guests! Boss wants everybody on deck full tilt.
Czigo: *groans in annoyance* 'The hell? We ain't got no shoppers scheduled for today, what're you playin' at?
Attila: 'Came in off-the-cuff, a pair o' lasses and a local, didn't even wave a heads-up. Boss prolly thinks there's some crookery at work.
Czigo: *lets out a burst of half-suppressed laughter* ...Ain't that a shock. *reaches for the soap bar and starts rubbing it against his shaggy armpits* In any case, I figure you guys ought to be able to bump 'em off if ugliness were to come about, seein' as there's only three o' them...
Attila: That ain't the issue, mate. If you haven't turned up five minutes from now we're both gonna get our ass fried, and I like my cheeks pinky-white and unscathed, thank you very much.
Czigo carries on with his ablutions, seemingly impervious to the edge of urgency in his comrade's tone.
Attila: ...Did you hear a word o' what I just said?
Czigo curses lavishly as the slab of buff-coloured soap suddenly slips from his hand.
Czigo: Gorram it... you know what? Why don't you just go ahead? I'll, huh, catch up.
Attila: *rolls his eyes upward and and lets his breath out in a huff* Fine, whatever, I tried. *swivels on his heels and disappears down the passageway*
'Bout time he pissed off, already, Czigo thinks. Man's annoyingly long-winded.
He wraps up his business, then closes the water tap and grabs a towel to wipe the water off of his skin. Once he's well and truly dried up, he throws on his blood splattered coveralls, loops his leather belt around his plump waist, and exits the washroom with a leisurely gait.
I ought to swing by the armory 'fore anything else, otherwise the boss'll really have my balls...
He is still considering the particulars of his current quandary when he catches a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye.
Czigo: 'That you Att... *notices a human figure lying hunched up against the wall, unmoving, barely a handful of steps away * ...ila... ? Holy... 'you all right bro? What, d'you trip or somethin'?
He crouches down and prods his downed partner's neck, looking for a pulse, then feels a shrill, hair-raising shiver run down his spine as his fingertips meet moist.
Czigo: *jumps back in fright* Wuh de ma...
He reaches for his sidearm, but fails to get a solid hold of the helve as a ludicrously large, hair-laden hand darts from behind him, clasping his jaw and yanking him back. Then, before he can muster up the wits to resist, an arm of matching proportions coils around his neck, constricting his airways. Czigo gasps for air, wrestling with all his might in a frenzied effort to break free from the terrible embrace, but his desperate endeavors stand powerless against the sheer power of his aggressor. The struggles soon recede, and Czigo's body goes limp. He can feel blood seeping into his mouth as his throat caves in, the scope of his vision growing narrower with every passing second, and then... nothing.
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Wash: Hum... *pokes the guard's side with the tilt of her blade* ...he's dead. You killed him.
The mercenary shrugs his shoulders and slings the guard's flaccid corpse against the bulkhead.
Mobbex: *wipes his blood-soiled hands against his trousers* Y' did quite a nasty number on the other one y'rself. 'Did it without a speck o' noise, too, 'am impressed.
Wash: *her brow furrows in a quizzical frown* Really?
Mobbex: *shows off his customary toothless grin* Actually, "impressed" might'a been a bit strong of a word. In all fairness to ya, I's more surprised than anything else.
Wash: *smiles lopsidedly* Uh-huh... well, that chokehold trick you just pulled had some flair to it too.
Mobbex: *his grin broadens* Ya bet it did! *tautens his ri
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*abbey watched as they put her guns in the box. Now she felt even more unsettled. She felt naked without her guns… and vulnerable. If they got in trouble now, they would probably end up dead or as slaves. Slaves… The mere thought made her shiver.*
Guard: You OK, luv?
*The term of mock endearment made her stomach flip.*
abbey *looking down to smooth out her clothes*: I’m fine. Just a chill.
*When she looked up, she saw the estate personnel looking at her a little suspiciously. Oram and Stan were giving her the ‘what-the-Hell-are-you-doing’ look. It was a stupid answer. Newhall had a tropical climate. Getting a chill was near about impossible. She backpedaled a bit.*
abbey: I hope I’m not catching anything. Some of the places we have had to visit lately have been less than… sanitary.
*She traced her fingers across a nearby ledge and looked at them like she was inspecting it for dirt. The guards bought that response and motioned for them to sit down.*
Guard: Mr. Siringo will be with you shortly.
Oram *sweetly*: Thank you.
*Once the guard had left them she turned and whispered into abbey’s ear.*
Oram: Are you OK?
abbey *nodding slightly*: I just want to get this done.
*They waited for what seemed like hours before Tony Siringo came out of the elevator. A guard stopped him and whispered something into his ear. Tony’s gaze looked over at Stan, Oram and abbey as he seemed to size them up. Tony made his way over to the table. abbey shifted uncomfortably in her chair.*
Tony *as he shook all of their hands*: I am Tony Siringo. I heard you were here for some business?
*abbey fought back the need to sterilize her hand after she touched Tony, but kept it well hidden. Thankfully, Oram took the lead.*
Oram: I’m Caroline Smith. This is my sister, Lauren.
Tony *pointing at Stan*: And he is?
abbey: Oh! He is the pilot and guide we contracted with here on Newhall.
Tony *motioning across the hall where the bar was located*: You may wait over there until we are finished getting acquainted.
*Stan flashed a quick look of concern at abbey and Oram, before nodding his head and going to where Tony had indicated. Once there, he whispered a message over the comm.*
Stan: They separated us, but I can still see them. Meeting has begun.
Colt *over comm*: Don’t let your eyes off them, dong ma?
Stan: Dāng rán
*Tony looked at Oram and abbey.*
Tony: Would you like any refreshments?
abbey: Just some water.
Oram: I’d like a bourbon, if you have it.
*Tony snapped his fingers and the refreshments were brought over quickly.*
Tony: Now what can I do for you ladies today?
abbey: We are looking to purchase some property from you.
Tony *an evil smile curling onto his lips*: Ah… Property…
Oram: We were told you were familiar with such acquisitions. Our family owns a sugar plantation on Angel. Sometimes it can be difficult having enough of to cover all the tasks needed for a plantation of our size.
abbey: So if we could acquire the specialized items you carry, it would be… nice.
*abbey could feel the bile rising up in her throat, she reached out for her drink, found Oram’s instead and downed it in just a few gulps. Oram looked at her with surprise. abbey’s eyes widened as she put the glass down quickly.*
abbey *whispering*: I shouldn’t have drunk that.
Tony: Are you OK, Miss Smith? Lauren? Can I call you Lauren?
abbey: I’m sorry. My throat was dry and I just grabbed the first thing I could. *abbey tilted the glass towards her and looked into it as the burn of the bourbon slowly went down her throat* That was a mighty fine drink. Good quality. Your business seems to be thriving.
Tony *smiling*: That it is. Would you like another?
abbey *now clutching her water*: No, I’m good.
Oram: Well, I’d like another one, seeing how I don’t have one now.
*Another snap of his fingers brought a second glass to Oram.*
Tony *getting back to business*: So in what quantity would you need?
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As Colt, Brit and Sky stepped out of the elevator, they heard Stan over the comm.
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Stan: They separated us, but I can still see them. Meeting has begun.
Colt *over comm*: Don’t let your eyes off them, dong ma?
Colt muttered a long string of curse words.
Sky: Separated them? Do you think they’re on to them?
Colt: I don’t know.
They enter a room and know right away that they are in the right spot.
Colt *as he kneeled down next to the safe*: Look at this. This ain’t gonna be a walk in the park.
Sky *as she knelt down next to him*: These have just come out. Haven’t even seen one yet.
Colt: I don’t know if we can do this.
Brit *repeating softly*: Tiny cracks… Tiny cracks… Tiny cracks…
Sky: Well, let’s not give up yet. Let’s take a moment to check it out.
Colt and Sky studied the safe, noting the different things it entailed.
Colt: Might not be so bad after all. I have done this kind of thing *points to a component*
Sky: I’ve done that one. *points to another one*
Brit *repeating softly*: Tiny cracks… Tiny cracks… Tiny cracks…
Colt and Sky *in unison, pointing to last part*: What in the Hell is that?
Colt: Well, we’ll figure that out when we get there. You get started on that piece, I’ll follow up after with the other one. Then we’ll figure out the last part.
Sky nodded as she pulls some equipment out of her bag and gets started. Colt looks up at Brit who is mumbling as she looks up at the ceiling and swaying just a bit.
Colt: You OK, little one?
Brit: Tiny cracks, holes in armor… Shattering… Glasses…
Colt: You seeing something?
Brit *focusing directly on Colt’s face *: Ssshhhh! I need to listen!
Colt shrugged and turned back to Sky, who was just finishing the first part.
Sky: I got this part, you’re next.
Colt situated himself in front of the safe and looked up at Sky.
Colt *whispering*: Keep an eye on her. She looks a bit… out there…
Sky: You think?
Brit: Sssshhhhh!
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** thinks to her self ..... mobbex is not so bad. dude needs a bath though**
I am a leaf on the wind
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Tony: So what kind of work is it you do?
Oram: It’s a sugar plantation. Harvest is especially difficult. It’s done mostly by hand.
Tony: How many units do you think you might need?
Oram *at the same time as abbey*: Thirty.
abbey *at the same time as Oram*: Twenty.
They gave each other a glare as Tony watched them again with suspicion.
abbey: I’m sorry, it can be quite hard to estimate sometime. We handle two different parts of the operation. Why don’t we go with 25?
Tony: What kind of equipment might you need?
Oram: The equipment should be sturdy. The caning process can be quite laborious.
Tony: Tell me about it.
*abbey was so glad that she and Oram looked up the process of sugar cane harvesting and refining on the cortex before they came. It was a godsend and gave them renewed credibility with Tony. The discussion was going well when abbey got the distinct feeling that someone was watching her. Hesitantly, she took a small sip of her water and looked around. Off to her left, a guard was staring intently at her. Another cold chill traveled down her spine, but she managed not to show it this time.*
*The elevator opened and she saw Mobbex and Wash come out. They were dressed in a uniform like the other guards, but theirs seemed a bit more… worse for wear. My God! Was that blood? It couldn’t be. No one else seemed to notice.*
*She made eye contact with Mobbex, but he didn’t indicate that he knew her in any way. Just as they were supposed to do, Wash and Mobbex both continued outside to the landing platform. She looked up to where the guard watching her was at, but he was gone. She felt relieved and returned to the conversation.*
Tony: You actually set fire to the fields before you harvest?
Oram: Yes. It removes all the dead plant and the snakes.
abbey: And leaves the stalks and roots unharmed.
Tony: OK. What’s next?
Oram: Then the cane is cut by hand using blades.
*Oram kept talking as abbey looked around the room again, finding that the guard has taken up another position in the room. He was still staring at her. Could he recognize her? No. That would be impossible. But her heart was beating faster and her throat felt constricted. She looked over at Stan who was watching them closely. She looked back over to the guard. He was still watching her closely and he had moved slightly like he was trying to get a better look. abbey tilted her head downwards just a bit, letting the hair of her long dark wig fall a bit over her face.*
Stan *over comm*: You OK, abbey? You look pale.
*abbey nodded slowly as Oram turned to her.*
Oram: Are you still feeling badly, Lauren?
abbey *smiling slightly as she fabricated an excuse*: I’m fine. I guess I shouldn’t have had that bourbon. Feeling a bit woozy.
Tony: I think I understand what you require for your business. You are definitely looking for a beefed up model.
abbey: Yes.
Tony: Need anything else? Equipment for your kitchen or laundering areas?
Oram: No we have that covered already.
Tony: Well you know our rates. We will need 75% now and the rest upon delivery.
*abbey hoped their conversation would be over soon. The ease at which Tony talked about slaves and “filling their order” was sickening. She took another drink of water to neutralize the taste of bile rising in her throat.*
abbey: We’ll transfer the credits to your account within the hour, along with our delivery location.
Tony *stretching a bit as he stood up*: There is some food and more beverages over in the bar. I insist you have some before you leave.
Oram *as she followed Tony towards the bar*: I would love another drink, but we can’t stay long. We have a schedule to keep.
*abbey took another sip of her water, finishing the bottle. She got up and started towards the bar. The guard who was looking at her, stood by the small hallway leading to the elevator. She would have to pass him to join the others. Her heart thumped so hard against her chest that she thought that ev
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Colt turns and gets going on the next part of the safe. He makes quick work of it and when he is finished, he flips the locks aside and it uncovers a keypad. It is numbered from 0-9 with two extra buttons saying right and left.
We’re humped. This is one of those new electronic combo locks. No moving parts so listening will not be an option. I have heard that neither electronic jammers nor impendency measures won’t even get you through. *he pauses and then rummages through his bag before grabbing something* Well let’s see what this will do.
Sky *looking at him less than impressed*: You make that yourself?
*glaring at her* You need to ask?
Sky *rolling her eyes*: Yep. We’re gonna end up as slaves…
Brit *forcefully and highly annoyed*: I said shut up!
Colt and Sky blanch a bit then get back to work.
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Stan *over comm*: You OK, abbey? You look pale.
Brit *returning to her soft voice*: Tiny cracks… Tiny cracks… Getting loud…
*over comm* Stan, is she OK?
Stan *over comm*: I think so. Meeting’s going well. She just seems nervous.
*over comm* OK.
Colt and Sky continue to work for the next few minutes.
Sky: We’re running out of time.
We don’t have the papers yet. Can’t leave without the papers.
Sky: Can’t stay either.
Brit: Cracks everywhere. Tiny getting bigger… Right 23, Left 51, Right 05… Glasses are needed…
Colt and Sky whip around to face Brit who is still looking at the ceiling, her swaying becoming more pronounced.
What did you say?
Brit: Cracks everywhere. Tiny getting bigger… Right 23, Left 51, Right 05… Glasses are needed…
Sky starting punching in the numbers and to both her and Colt’s surprise, the safe opened. Sky started pulling everything out of it and placing it in a pack she had ready and waiting.
Well, this hasn’t been bad. I like it when things go smooth.
Brit: Captain?
Colt looked over at her. She stood rigid. He got up and looked at her face. It showed fear and pain.
*concerned* What do you see?
Brit: We’re gonna have wounded.
With that she fainted into his arms.
EVERYONE! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!
Sky started shoveling in the items from the safe faster. When she was done, her pack was heavy. One look at the Captain, she could tell that he was conflicted. He wanted to get upstairs to help out his crew… and her.
Sky *trying to reposition the heavy pack on her shoulder*: I can’t carry them both, Colt. We need to get back to Spots. The rest of them have the shuttle, they’ll meet us back at the Book.
Reluctantly, Colt scooped Brit up and followed Sky back towards Spot’s position.
*muttering under his breath* I hope so.
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*Oram chugged down another glass of bourbon before she turned around and saw the guard with abbey. He grabbed her arm and said something to her. She wrenched her arm away and tried to move past, but he grabbed her arm again, this time harder, and moves his other hand up towards her shoulder.*
*Oram reached for the bottle of bourbon she was drinking from. She needed a weapon. It would have to do. She looked at the bottle quickly and realized it was a really good brand, put it down and grabbed the bottle of rotgut next to it and went quickly towards the guard.*
Oram: I’d let my sister go, if I was you.
*The guard dropped his hand from abbey’s shoulder and smirked at Oram.
Guard 1: Why don’t you mind your own business? Me and her have some business of our own to discuss.
Oram glanced over at abbey, who had no colour left in her face. She was terrified.
Oram: I said: Let. Her. Go.
*Abbey tried to pull her arm free again, but this time he had a better grip. Out of no where, Oram swung a bottle of booze at the guy’s head, taking him by surprise. He stumbled backwards a couple of feet, but never let go of abbey’s arm. He quickly recovered and pulled his sidearm as the elevator opened and another guard came out. Abbey’s eyes widened. Not wanted to let Oram get hurt, she shifted her weight and pushed the guy backwards as hard as she could. The shot went high as they stumbled past the new guard, barely missing them.*
Guard 1 *to other guard*: Get that one! She swung a bottle at my head!
*The second guard pulled his gun and levelled it at Oram, who jumped around the corner into the bar area. Abbey tried to pull her arm away again and nearly did, but he squeezed harder to keep a grip on her. She pushed him hard again, propelling them further down the hallway toward the elevator. Keeping him off balance would give her the best possible chance of getting free. She jerked her arm hard and felt herself pull free from him. She turned to run back towards the others but his hand reached out again and latched onto her arm preventing her from achieving her goal. She gave one last desperate shove back, only to find that she hindered herself more by landing both of them inside the elevator.*
*In the meantime, Stan and Oram had leapt behind some cover in the bar as alarms started blaring throughout the complex.*
Stan: *into comm*Need a little help here!
Mobbex: *through comm*: We coming–
*They didn’t hear the rest of his message. They only heard static. The comms were being jammed.*
Oram: Jesus jumping Christ….
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*Stan and Oram are hiding behind the bar, at the moment there seems to be a couple of guards standing in the entry way of the bar, talking in rushed voices into their comms.*
Stan: ".... uh.. yeah you can say that again."
Oram: "Ok this could be goin' better."
Stan: "Yeah, does it ever go better for you guys?"
*Oram shoots him an annoyed look*
Oram: "We need to find something heavy, something to defend ourselves with."
Stan: "Would this work?"
*He's reached into his pocket and pulled out his spare glasses case.*
Oram: "I don't think yer spare specs are going to help us."
Stan: "No... these are my spare specs" *He taps his glasses* "I broke my last pair the day I met you all."
*He opens the case and pulls out an odd looking gadget.*
Stan: *Twisting the lower half and folding it out like a pistol grip* "This... isn't a pair of glasses."
*Pulling out a cylindrical piece he attaches it quickly to the rest, the resulting device resembles a gun only vaguely, looking more like a child's toy.*
Oram: "What the...."
*She looks at him skeptically.*
Stan: *Seeing her look* "It's an SPP... a Sonic Pulse Pistol. It works on a simple set of principals... ok I don't know how exactly but I've seen them used. Mostly government and law enforcement at the moment but they've been finding a niche on the streets."
Oram: "A laser of some sort?" *Stan shakes his head.* "It'll kill people though, right?"
Stan: "Hell I don't know, I think so..."
*At that moment the barrel of a rifle appears over the bar above them, followed by a leering face. Acting on instinct Stan turns the sonic pistol in the directing of the guards head and pulls the trigger. Nothing... The guard grins even wider and aims his gun.*
Oram: "SH!T!"
Stan: *Fumbling with a small set of dials on the side of the barrel* "D'un yi shia..."
*Frustrated he swings the little gun back at the guard and pulls the trigger again, just as the guard himself has pulled his own. The guard falls back, his shot missing Stan's head by inches as the rifle is dropped. His hands to either side of his head the guard grunts and stumbles, but only for a moment. He calls out to the other guard and pulls his sidearm. Approaching the bar again he fires a few times before leaning over.... nothing. A scream from behind him and to the left catches his attention but before he can look he feels the sharp thwack of a bottle slamming against the back of his head.*
Oram: "Bastard!"
*She whacks him again for good measure. Stan drags the second guard away from the entry and glances around the corner.*
Stan: *Glancing back at Oram* "I think he's out... we have two more coming up from the front!"
Oram: "But... abbey! We have to go get abbey!"
Stan: "How... where.. they took her... she went into that elevator. Did you see what floor?"
Oram: "I dunno... I..."
Stan: "Best thing we can do is get us'a hell outta here and figure out what to do next. If we go after her now...."
*At that moment a yell comes from the lounge across the hall, three armed guards come around the corner and aim their weapons at the pair. Stan flicks his SPP in their direction and twists a dial as he fires. He aims at head heighth and in a sweeping arc across the men. Each one of them falls back in pain, the last falling to his knees and holding his head.*
Oram: "How do I get one of those fine little toys?"
*They glance around the corner, two more guards are standing between them and the exit, armed to the teeth.*
Oram: "Well we can't just sit here and wait for more to come get us. We're like sitting ducks."
*Just then a shot rings out from the outside and the guard on the left falls forward, his face exploding outward in a shower of blood and vitreous fluids as the bullet exits at high velocity.*
Stan: "Uhh.. ok I think Mobbex and Wash did hear us."
*They charge the second guard as his attention is centered on his fallen comrade and the unseen assailants from outside. Oram dispatches him quickly with her now utterly shattered
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He grabbed her arm again and they fell into the elevator. To her horror, the doors closed as he shoved her. She landed hard against the control panel and the elevator began to move. The guard had his hands wrapped around her neck and was squeezing. Just then she heard Colt’s voice as clear as day…
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EVERYONE! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!
She heard the yelling over the comm of her shipmates and the rat-tat-tat of bullets flying. And then there was static. The comms were dead. Probably being jammed. With that realization, she knew the situation had just gone from really bad to worse. She knew she had to worry about herself first before being able to rejoin or help the others. She had to do something soon, because if the people he mentioned were called, she would surely be dead, that is unless this guard got a little too excited and it happened right now instead.
She focused her eyes on the guard. His face was twisted with anger and she felt his fingers tighten a bit more. She pushed against him, hoping to shove him away, but he was bigger than her. Not quite Mobbex’s size, but still bigger than her. She kicked her legs but he had her firmly pinned between the fingers on her throat and the control console. She knew she had to do something, because she was starting to feel lightheaded and dark spots were starting to cloud her vision. Then she heard two voices intermixing in her head. She knew she wasn’t actually hearing them, but they sounded as if they were standing right there.
Colt: Get out NOW!
Grayson: You know how! Now fight!
As fueled by a sudden increase of adrenaline, she swiped her arm across his two, causing him to loosen his grip enough that she could turn enough to wriggle free. She turned and followed through with an elbow to the face, a kick to the groin and a chop to the throat. Stunned, he fell to the floor as she quickly leaned over and liberated him of his sidearm. With a couple of quick squeezes of the trigger, she sent a double shot into his chest and one of the bullets sliced through his heart.
She turned back to the controls and was pretty sure that she was going up, but the fight had disoriented her a bit. The comm crackled in her ear. Every once in a while, she could catch bits and pieces of what was being said but phrases were about all that she heard. abbey cursed.
abbey *hoping that someone might hear her through the static*: I think I’m upstairs. I’m headed for the roof.
The elevator opened on the abbey ran out, looking for a cover place to try to figure out an egress point that would get her to the roof. Down a main hallway, she saw a door with a symbol on it that indicated a second landing pad. She hadn’t seen another one on the plans, but there hadn’t been a fourth floor in them either, so she wasn’t surprised. She looked around briefly before she sprinted toward it. The hallway was lined with glass doors that allowed you to view the inside of the small rooms they lead too. She got past two doors before noticing what those rooms contained. Her eyes widened and her legs went to jelly and she fell, the gun sliding up the hallway in front of her and stopping against the outside door.
abbey *in shock*: Oh my God. No…
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Going into the boat first, Colt pulled an unconscious Brit down from the access door while Spots and Sky helped balance the boat from tipping over and sending them all into the water.
He heard Oram’s voice through the comm.
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Oram: I’d let my sister go, if I was you.
His blood ran cold.
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Guard 1: Why don’t you mind your own business? Me and her have some business of our own to discuss.
Sky: Business?
Colt waved her quiet as he listened closer.
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Oram: I said: Let. Her. Go.
He heard a shot ring out and his mouth went dry too. He remembered what Brit had said.
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Brit: We’re gonna have wounded.
Colt *softly, under his breath*: Abbey…
He grabs another gun from inside the boat, stands and reaches up for the access door. The boat tilts dangerously. Sky reacts quickly to keep them balanced.
Sky: What are you doing?
Colt: Meet me back at the ship. I’m going back.
Sky: They have the shuttle–
Colt: I can’t just wait. They ain’t exactly trained soldiers up there.
Sky: Mobbex and Wash are up there.
Colt *as he starts to pull himself up*: I’m going–
Suddenly, Brit reached up and grabbed Colt’s ankle.
Brit *lethargically*: You gotta stay here. Crew will be needing us soon.
Colt: That’s why I am going up. I have to get to them.
Brit *sighing*: And you’ll be dead before you ever get there.
Colt let go of his grip on the access door and slumped into a seat. Suddenly the comm went to static.
Sky: They are jamming us.
Colt: Ni ta ma de. Tianxia suoyoude ren. Dou gaisi.
Brit *taking a deep breath*: We need to stay right here. Promise? *Colt nodded in defeat. Just as she closed her eyes she said* We have wounded.
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abbey: I think I’m *static* -ed *static*.
Colt swore some more.
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