As the Caravan drives from the world of curiosity with Rhys and Vaughn hiding behind Malcolm, aiming his shotgun at Sasha and Fiona. Who is also pointing guns at Malcolm with the older man driving the Caravan?
"Do you really think you can take us out with one gun and two Hyperon stooges behind you," said Fiona.
"Hey," said Vaughn
"I handle situation worse than this," said Malcolm
"I find that I hard to believe," said Sasha
"Then why aren't you pulling the trigger then, Sasha?"
"Glad too,"
Not liking where this situation Rhys step in between Malcolm and the two con artist "we don't have to do this,"
"He just stalling for his friend to kill us," said the older man
"No, I'm not. I'm saying that we could work together and find the money,"
"What," said Fiona
"The case has a tracker so I can follow it. Even if you can get the money back, you won't be able to open it,"
"It has the top-of-the-line biometric lock. It's impossible to open without me and my passcodes," Vaughn pitch in
"Fancy," Malcolm thought.
"I can get the case open easily," said the old men
"If you say so. But getting a case is the hard part," said Rhys
"All right, provide it find the money," causing Fiona, Sasha, and Malcolm to lower their gun.
"Yeah, no problem,"
"Oh, call Yvette," said Vaughn
"That's what I'm about to do, Vaughn,"
"You want to call more Hyperion on us," said Sasha
"Calm down, Sasha, let's see what they can do," said the older man
"Thank you,"
"Then kill them if they betray us,"
"Again, not going to happen," said Malcolm.
Rhys quickly calls Yvette on his cybernetic arm, and she answers, "Rhys, what the hell is going on down there?"
"We're just fine. We just had a little minor hiccup to the deal," said Rhys
"That's not what it looks like up here. Vasquez was already pissed enough about the car. But now he's getting calls from this August guy. You and Vaughn have been blacklisted here. It's getting worse as Vasquez yells a lot louder,"
"Unbelievable," said Rhys
"Can't you do anything?" said Vaughn.
"No, I can't. It would come back to us. I already have security asking me questions," said Yvette
"Can you just get on the network track the briefcase," said Rhys
"You lost the money too. Look, Rhys, I'm trying to get the extra heat off you, but I'm being monitored. You have to find somebody else. There is only so much I can do. I can't talk to you this long. They'll trace the signal,"
"Just...look out for yourself,"
"And you guys try not to get yourself killed," Yvette hang up the phone.
"Whelp there goes that plan," Malcolm thought.
"How are we supposed to get another ID from another employee? We're not allowed to talk to other employees," said Vaughn
"So you got nothing," said the old man
Sasha was about to raise her SMG back up. However, Malcolm beat her to the punch with his gun pointing to her forehead, only for Fiona to point her small pistol at the side of Malcolm's head.
"Don't even think about it," said Fiona
"Hang on, hang! on Rhys, couldn't you install someone else's credentials,"
"Yeah, I got that Nakayama ID driver. Creepy black ops project like that have to be higher security clearance than us,"
"Look. Give up the act. Hyperion. You're just trying to stall us, and we're not buying it," said Fiona
"I don't hear better ideas from you," said Malcolm
"Shut up,"
"With the ID driver, I can use it to take us straight to the money," causing everyone with a gun to lower theirs down. Rhys pulls out the ID driver "you might want to hang to something because this going to be a show," Rhys sticks the ID driver into his head, and he suddenly passes out.
"Just fucking A," said Malcolm
Three hours later, Rhys wakes back up with the Caravan stop and looks up to see Malcolm sitting down on the Caravan couch holding a Trench knife.
"Malcolm, where's Vaughn?" said Rhys
"Oh, he's with Fiona, Sasha, and the old guy name Felix which I don't trust are outside. But speaking of trust," said Malcolm
"What about it?"
"You see, Fiona and Sasha told me about Hyperion, what the vault key does, and a guy name Handsome Jack. This leads to this question. Were you lying about me getting home after help you on that fiasco of a deal,"
"No, I'm not lying about that. I could help you get back to your planet,"
"How can I believe you since it sounds like you don't have anyone in Hyperion to help you now?"
"But with the right money, we could get you a ship and fly you back to your planet,"
"Hm," Malcolm looks into Rhys's eyes and digitizes the trench knife, "hold on you too. That but I won't hesitate to gut you if you try to backstab me,"
Rhys gulp "o-okay," Rhys gets on his feet.
"Alright, let's head outside," Malcolm leaves the Caravan.
"I'm so screwed," Rhys thought.
(Author note: sorry for the short chapter; next will be longer and might lead to the end of episode one)