I figured he should meet the crew properly.
Mako is friendly. She makes a joking pass at our ship. I admit it's on the bad side. But I like it. I go along with the joke.
'Hey! I've done a lot to this ship! Remember what it was like when we first stole it?' We all smile. It hasn't changed.
'Come on, I'll give you the tour.' I feel a rush of anger after Mako and him leave the room. I punch the nearest wall. I growl at the dint my fist leaves. My gloves are off. The metal implants that protect my knuckles leave four tiny pyramid indents. A light starts flashing somewhere else now. Another thing to fix.
'Don't like to see them get along? I mean, 'who could resist a face like that'?' Gault raises his voice into a mock impersonation of Mako's.
I glare at him. Then relax. I smile. 'Be nice or I'll give you an earful'. I mimic Mako's earlier warning as well. Then I shrug and turn to the beaten wall. I flex my fingers. There's slight cracking and clinking. 'Bout time Mako got some experience. I don't care if it's with the golden child.' I don't move for awhile but he takes a step or two closer.
'And what about you? Do you need some more experience?' He presses up behind me.
I snicker at him. 'I think it's you the needs the experience.' I pull my gun out and have him on the ground, pinned and defenceless, before he even flinched.
I press the gun to his red forehead. 'Pow.' I lean in closer to whisper. My lips brush his ear. I can taste his lust. But I know that even that is a shallow, mocking thing.
'You're dead.'
