Chapter Four…
"It's kind of…"
"Grey?" Daniel suggested, after walking into the VIP room with Freya.
"Yeah…" she sighed, sitting down on the bed.
"Yeah, well military isn't much on color," he said, leaning against the dresser in front of her.
"Pity…" Freya said, looking around the room. "Would they mind if I painted the walls?"
"Ah, well…I don't think they'd be to comfortable with that…" Daniel replied.
"Comfy bed, though…" she said, after a pause to lighten the moment.
Daniel looked behind him for a split second and saw that someone had put her weapons on the dresser. He turned around and picked up her sabre, pulling it out of its sheath. It was long and thin and had a rounded handle. There were encryptions on the blade and jewels on the hilt. "Where'd you get this?" he asked.
"Made it," Freya said, absently, searching through one of the drawers on the nightstand.
His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. "You made this?" he asked, shocked, admiring it some more.
"Yeah," she said, like it was no big to-do. "Nerthane steel folded 307 times. Took me forever…"
He sighed. Impressive, he thought. "What about these?" he asked, pointing to her bow and arrows.
"Made those too…" she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Daniel then picked up her pistol.
"Did you make this?" he asked, with jocular sarcasm.
"No, I stole that," Freya said with a smirk.
"Stole?" Daniel asked, playfully.
"Oh I know it sounds bad, but I stole it from bad people. So I guess that means it's okay right?"
Daniel examined it carefully, turning it over in his hands. It resembled an old pistol like that of earth from the middle of the 19th century. Astonishing, in his eyes. He wished he could have kept it. "Who'd you steal it from?" he asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
"Pirates," Freya replied, biting her thumbnail.
Daniel chuckled. "Pirates?"
"Yeah…" she replied, matter-of-factly. "Don't you have pirates here? Eye patches, peg legs, monkeys…parrots? Sailing on the most beautifully crafted ships ever made? Looting rich cities and killing for revenge?" she asked with a smile, having jumped up on the bed, and paused, waiting for a reaction. "Escaping the law by only a hair? Waving a valiant black flag with skull and crossbones? Or maybe a skull and crosswords, whichever you prefer."
"I'm gunna go…and see what Sam's doing," Daniel said slowly. "I'll be back, though. Can I borrow this?" he asked, referring to her pistol.
"Sure."
"Where the hell is she from?" Sam asked, examining her pistol, after Daniel relayed to her most of Freya's story.
"I asked myself that same question and that's why I'm here now," he said. "But I say we find out."
Sam had a smirk in her face. "I saw that's a good idea…"