It wasn't a rare occurrence that Vice found himself playing taxi driver. Being known as one of the best helicopter pilots in the Bureau saw him getting VIPs to where they needed to go all the time. Vice usually enjoyed it. It let him meet all sorts of interesting people.

But this trip had him awkwardly glancing at his passenger several times. It's not that he'd never flown with a sister from the Saint Church before. It's not that he'd never flown with an ex-con before either. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was that his passenger was Deed, the twelfth and youngest of the combat cyborgs.

The way she kept her back straight, her hands motionless in her lap, her disinterested expression staring blankly out the window, and her lips pressed flat and silent certainly wasn't helping the atmosphere. But what worried Vice the most was that the last time he had seen the pretty brunette, it was through the scope of his rifle.

Now, Vice was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Sure, they had been enemies once, but he knew how the girls had been reforming their ways. However, even if she was no longer a threat to society…

Vice did kinda shoot her in the face.

No matter what the reason, attacking a woman's face was a big no no. Vice recalled that Deed wielded some pretty nasty looking swords. If she was holding a grudge… well… He did not want to experience what it would be like to have those blades stuck up his ass.

To his fortune, Deed had never seen Vice before. So perhaps he was safe. He still felt overly cautious, but decided to try his hand at conversation.

"So…" He began. "What are you going to be doing at our destination?"

Deed slowly turned her head to him, met his eyes for a moment, and then slowly turned back. "I am running an errand of the highest importance for Knight Carim." She answered flatly.

"I see. What kind of errand?"

"That is classified."

"I-I see…" Vice wasn't very good with blunt, silent types. "Well, it's good that she can trust you with such an important task. How do you like working for the Saint Church?"

"I feel very honoured to have been allowed the privilege to be in the service of Knight Carim. Despite our past transgressions, my sisters and I have been treated with utmost kindness and respect."

"Good for you." Vice managed a smile. The cyborgs were unfortunate enough to be created by a whack job. They simply followed his orders. They didn't know any better. They deserved to have a second chance.

After being silent a moment, Deed surprised Vice by continuing. "If you had not been there to stop me, I do not know where I would be right now."

Crap, she did know it was him! Vice sweated a bit, thinking of those swords.

"Ah… so you knew it was me, huh…" He tried laughing. "Uh… Sorry about, ya know… Shooting you in the face."

"Do not apologise. I wish to express my gratitude towards you. Because of you and your comrades, many possibilities are now open to my sisters and I. I thank you." Deed bowed her head.

Vice breathed a sigh of relief. No swords would be entering his rectum any time soon. "Well, if that's the case," He grinned. "I'll gladly shoot you in the face any time!"

"…"

"… Ah! No, wait! That didn't come out right!"

A ghost of a smile graced Deed's lips. "What an interesting person."