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Stephanie's eyes widened as she studied the individual. "We need to get the lid back on," she said quickly. "Hurry. We need to get rid of her...
She frowned, tilting her head slightly. "You can leave if this makes you uncomfortable." * ** He looked at it for a moment before gesturing...
She passed a hand over the lock and the container groaned as it swung open. Fog streamed out of the capsule. A young woman, likely no older that...
"No, it's alright," she reassured him. "Just a morbid curiosity." * * * "It has a detailed history," he said, looking up at it. "Scandal."
The cargo drop was able to be seen through the windows of the ship. A muted orange container floated in the space and as the ship attached, it...
She helped him, pulling it next to Newt’s still body. “Is he dead, now?” *** He completely brightened, coming over to her. “It’s lovely!”
(Zoop!) Days had passed of trying to find the cargo drop. Stephanie's inscrutable demeanor was constant, but as time passed, the crew would get...
The man squinted, turning to look. The stone spread over the surface of his skin and he froze. *** He opened one eye to look.
“That’s the plan,” she agreed with a small nod. “We’re quite close to the coordinates now, but as I say, the location is very vague. Keep your...
The next individual was a henchman, a larger man with glittery green eyes. *** He sat against the wall, closing his eyes.
"It wouldn't be permanent, of course," Stephanie amended. "I hold the belief that a career in piracy only has one end. That being said, it would...
"I am quite content to be here with you," she replied. "It's always nice to be covered." * * * He groaned but sat, turning his back to her.
She hesitated, but her face was notoriously difficult to read and she proceeded without any further displays of concern. "Supposedly," she...
"These people we're disposing of... they're not good people, Adonis," she said quietly, looking down at Newt. "They're a threat to the public." *...
"I have received word of a cargo drop," she told them, her brow raised. "The coordinates are rough, but the cargo is supposed to contain a...
"You are helping people, technically..." * * * "Says the girl who doesn't know how to walk on the subway."
Trevor rolled his neck as he walked into the conference room, the bones cracking as he sat down with a heavy sigh. He rested his head on his left...
She noticed, leaning back against the wall again. "Why do you do this if you don't like it?" * * * "We could paint a train about to squash...
A rumble can from deep within the ship as it slowed to a stop, returning to normal speeds once more. The loudspeaker came to life, and the clear...
She dragged his body to the side and dropped him, looking down thoughtfully. "You're next." * * * "What do you want to draw?"
