The Hunter, part 3
Tyr followed Rommie as she walked along the familiar corridors, his Gauss Rifle levelled at her back. She noticed that the internal defences also followed her every move. They were scared of her. She smiled. They had good reason to fear her: since leaving this ship she had become one of the most feared Bounty Hunters and Assassins in the Known Worlds. Her kill count was staggering. She did the jobs none else had the guts or the brains to do, and did it well.
Despite this, she felt herself tensing up as she approached the captain's office: It had been three years since she had laid eyes on Dylan, not counting the few seconds back on the Drift. Even after what he had said to her, what he had called her, she knew that she still loved him just as much as she had before. She started to clench and release her fists, trying to calm herself down. They reached the door, and it opened before her. She took a deep breath, a reflex Harper had built into her such a long time ago, and stepped through.
And there he was: Captain Dylan Hunt, the man she loved, and who had reacted to her declaration of how she felt by turning his back on her. There had been times over the years where she had thought of hunting him down and killing him, but she had never been able to go through with it. Damn, why did she still have these feelings for him?
He stood from behind his desk, "Rommie, its good to see you again." She stood unmoving, "Why did you come looking for me?" Dylan blinked, "What makes you think that we came looking for you? You came after me."
Rommie sat down on a chair and rested her feet on his desk, "Don't play games with my Dylan, I don't have the time nor the patients for it: 1) I've done my best to keep as far away from you and this ship as I can the past three years. 2) I've rigged my ship's sensors to worn me if it picks up ether the Andromeda or the Maru, and you where on my tail too fast for it to be coincidence. 3) I've been offered contracts on you and the others many times, but I've always turned them down. Finally 4) you had Tyr escort me here rather then comedown to my cell your self to talk to me. Did I miss anything out, or is that it?"
Dylan nodded, "Yes, it was a set up: we placed the bounty on my head in such a way that you'd be the only one for the job. There was an outside risk that you'd just shoot me, but it was a risk I was willing to take. We need you to come back." Rommie laughed, "I find that hard to believe: we've both survived three years apart, I think we can go the rest of your natural life without having to meet again. Are you going to let me go, or do I have to bust Dex out of the cell and fight my way to my ship?"
Dylan's eyes fell, "If you want to leave, you may. I won't stop you." He looked up "I'm sorry for what I said to you: it was inexcusable." Rommie's eyes narrowed "Damn it Dylan! I told you I loved you and you asked Harper to check and see if I had a virus. Is there any wonder why I left? Don't ever let me see you or this ship again. Leave me alone!" With that, she stormed from the room.
TBC
Tyr followed Rommie as she walked along the familiar corridors, his Gauss Rifle levelled at her back. She noticed that the internal defences also followed her every move. They were scared of her. She smiled. They had good reason to fear her: since leaving this ship she had become one of the most feared Bounty Hunters and Assassins in the Known Worlds. Her kill count was staggering. She did the jobs none else had the guts or the brains to do, and did it well.
Despite this, she felt herself tensing up as she approached the captain's office: It had been three years since she had laid eyes on Dylan, not counting the few seconds back on the Drift. Even after what he had said to her, what he had called her, she knew that she still loved him just as much as she had before. She started to clench and release her fists, trying to calm herself down. They reached the door, and it opened before her. She took a deep breath, a reflex Harper had built into her such a long time ago, and stepped through.
And there he was: Captain Dylan Hunt, the man she loved, and who had reacted to her declaration of how she felt by turning his back on her. There had been times over the years where she had thought of hunting him down and killing him, but she had never been able to go through with it. Damn, why did she still have these feelings for him?
He stood from behind his desk, "Rommie, its good to see you again." She stood unmoving, "Why did you come looking for me?" Dylan blinked, "What makes you think that we came looking for you? You came after me."
Rommie sat down on a chair and rested her feet on his desk, "Don't play games with my Dylan, I don't have the time nor the patients for it: 1) I've done my best to keep as far away from you and this ship as I can the past three years. 2) I've rigged my ship's sensors to worn me if it picks up ether the Andromeda or the Maru, and you where on my tail too fast for it to be coincidence. 3) I've been offered contracts on you and the others many times, but I've always turned them down. Finally 4) you had Tyr escort me here rather then comedown to my cell your self to talk to me. Did I miss anything out, or is that it?"
Dylan nodded, "Yes, it was a set up: we placed the bounty on my head in such a way that you'd be the only one for the job. There was an outside risk that you'd just shoot me, but it was a risk I was willing to take. We need you to come back." Rommie laughed, "I find that hard to believe: we've both survived three years apart, I think we can go the rest of your natural life without having to meet again. Are you going to let me go, or do I have to bust Dex out of the cell and fight my way to my ship?"
Dylan's eyes fell, "If you want to leave, you may. I won't stop you." He looked up "I'm sorry for what I said to you: it was inexcusable." Rommie's eyes narrowed "Damn it Dylan! I told you I loved you and you asked Harper to check and see if I had a virus. Is there any wonder why I left? Don't ever let me see you or this ship again. Leave me alone!" With that, she stormed from the room.
TBC