"What do you mean we're out of water?!" Rodney's voice boomed around the small room. Who would have thought such a small man could have such a loud and emotionally draining voice?
Faith had spent the past week holed up with this man, in her tiny little craft, which she planned to have sound proof doors installed upon when she returned home, attempting to deliver her prisoner to the buyer.
But God and just about every other major power in the system had tried to stop her from day one. No reward is worth this.
"I bet people on death row get better treatment than this!"
7 Days, 16 hours and 23 minutes. That's how long so far she'd had to put up with this crap. Time to remedy that. She stood and walked over to him, grabbing her rifle from the side and raising it above her head.
The man's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth shut, holding his restrained hands in front of his face as best he could. And yet out of some sort of divine interruption on his part, a klaxon sounded.
Turning on her heel, Faith stomped towards the door dropping her weapon by the wall. She flashed a card almost absentmindedly over the panel next to it and was rewarded with an all-to familiar hum. The door slid open, the young woman pushing her way through. The door now fully open Rodney caught a glimpse inside the small cabin beyond. At the far end was a large viewport with a view of space. Not something Rodney was usually a stranger to but this time, it was spinning. That can't be good; he thought his attention now focused on the woman, pounding at a panel furiously.
"Oh for God's sake! You stupid piece of crap." The deck beneath her suddenly lurched and she was thrown onto the console in front of her. Struggling to her feet she stroked the console affectionately and sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry baby, now why don't you be a good girl and save my skin will you…" A second klaxon started, accompanying the first in a deathly harmony, the stars in the viewport now spinning at a dizzying rate. "You still have that grudge against me for that overhaul I gave you don't you?"
As yet another lurch shook the ship to its very core, the door to the adjacent cabin slammed shut, coming to a screeching halt, succeeding in obscuring Rodney's view of what was going on. Suddenly his intrigue for answers was replaced by the overwhelming nature of saving his own life. Taking a glance around him and it his restraints, a pair of normal handcuffs with a deadly 300v current that would course through them at the touch of a button, Rodney came to the conclusion he was screwed.
Lowering herself into the poorly maintained seat at the center of the cabin, Faith's hands danced rapidly over the controls in front of her. The lights dimmed and sparks flew out from her right, somehow, a mystery even to her, keeping her focus. Determined to finish the job, she leaned over, putting herself in risk of being thrown across the cabin, she gripped a lever, using what energy she had left to pull it down. The klaxons ceased and the stars came to a halt. For the first time in a very long week, Faith let out a huge sigh of relief and relaxed, smiling to herself.
Opening one eye, Rodney risked a peek. Same cabin, same seat, same urge for something to eat. Opening both of his eyes fully, he sat up fully, scanning the room halfheartedly. If I'm dead then death sucks.
Being dragged from her own personal thoughts, Faith resumed her cold, cryptic demeanor. She had to keep up this appearance in public, she couldn't let anyone in. The way she saw it was that with no one to care about there was no one to worry about. Getting up, she sauntered towards the door, scanning her card over it quickly. Nothing.