Hey Readers,

As I've just recently finished Bulletstorm, I decided that Gray and Trishka deserved their own time in the fiction spotlight.

Hope ye enjoy, rate and review,

EndlessExplorer

Grayson watched through the small port hole as Stygia got farther and farther from view. While he was grateful for escaping before the DNA bomb went off, and he was also grateful for having Trishka as company, the silence inside the small capsule was deafening.

"So… What was Sarrano like back when he had Dead Echo kill my father?" Trishka asked, glancing at her rifle.

"Well, he never really changed. He was a sociopathic, narcissistic, murderous, son of a whore. Amazing how over the years, he never learned a single thing or gained a single shred of humanity…" Grayson explained. Trishka smiled and looked up quickly before returning her attention to the carbine in her hands. Gray thought it was a beautiful sight, but he was happy that she called him a friend. Trishka was drop-dead gorgeous and Gray would be lucky to be able to love her, but one step at a time.

For the first time in a while, Gray finally had some time to relax and started taking off his heavy combat gear. After shrugging off his armoured coat, he threw it over across from him and Trishka looked up in surprise.

"What the actual hell do you think you are doing?" Trishka asked "Just because we survived being nuked down to the atomic level, that we're just gonna fuck here in the pod in case we die!"

Gray was visibly shocked and placed his hands up in defence.

"I was just fucking warm! I wasn't trying to seduce you or anything! Jesus Christ!" Gray said. Trishka apologised and relaxed again. Gray looked out through the port hole again. Stygia was just a horrible speck off in the distance.

"We're going pretty fast." Gray said, trying to break the growing tension.

"Well thank you, captain fucking obvious! We got launched by a DNA bomb! What did you expect it to do? Tickle your dick hairs?!" Trishka said. After another few minutes in complete silence, Trishka apologised, and Gray starting to laugh. As the laughter gradually got louder, Trishka took the combat knife out of the sheath strapped to her thigh and pointed at Gray.

"I swear, you may be my friend, but if you crack and try and eat me, I will stab you in the throat, without a second thought…" Trishka threatened. After a while, Gray stopped laughing and wiped a tear from his cheek.

"What I was laughing about was, we're probably gonna die in this pod because I knew for a fact that the batteries don't last a long time, but in the way, we keep threatening each other and losing our collective shits, I think we'll have each other dead before the batteries run out. I don't know about you, but that's bloody hilarious!" Gray explained. The colour seemed to drain from Trishka's face as she frantically checked the various monitors inside the capsule.

"How can you be so damn calm about fucking dying?!" Trishka urged.

"Well for one, as I explained back on Stygia, I'm finished with all this running and gunning shit! I've lived a life full of close calls and a body count that probably rivals that of Warlords. If I die here, I'm ok with that." Gray explained. This only seemed to anger Trishka more and Gray quickly got a right hook across his jaw.

"Well I'm not ready to hand the towel in! If you don't want to live, jump out and stop breathing my air!" Trishka shouted.

"If I open that airlock, you'll be spaced along with me…" Gray said. Trishka fell back into her seat and threw her rifle up on top of Gray's discarded chest armour. Suddenly, she jumped up and went tinkering with the monitors again.

"I'd suggest you put that armour on again. It's gonna get cold in here when I send all the power to just the radar beacon…" Trishka explained with a smile on her face. Suddenly the pod grew dark and the temperature dropped almost instantly.

"What the hell? If I die here, I don't wanna die as a fucking popsicle!" Gray shouted as he begrudgingly, put his coat back on.

"Don't worry Barbara, we're not gonna die. We'll just rest and leave the beacon do its job. We'll have to spoon together to preserve body temperature, but I swear to whatever higher power is listening, if I feel anything 'pop' up, you'll get a clear picture of how good I am with my knife… GOT IT?" Trishka threatened. Gray simply sighed and sat down, resting his back against the wall of the pod, and opened his arms so that Trishka could sit down and get comfortable in his embrace.

"Yes ma'am!" Gray sarcastically said. Trishka sheathed her knife once again, and sat down in Gray's lap.

"Good…" Trishka mumbled as Gray wrapped his arms around her smaller figure. Again, the silence was deafening to Gray, but he had to admit that he liked the position that they were in. He just had to make sure to keep his mind and body in check because of all the threats that Trishka had made before, he was most afraid of the last one. It didn't take long for them both to fall asleep and then, they just drifted through space until a scrap freighter picked up the pod, and sadly they weren't out of the storm yet…