The room suddenly grew excessivly quiet, and She looked over at the window. The sun was just begining to set, and it looked wonderful. All she needed was the perfect person, and the perfect life. Just what she'd never have a chance at. She then snapped back into reality when Chance looked at her. "Do you want anything?"
"Huh?"
"To drink, do you want anything?'
"Nope, I'm good."
"You sure? You've been quiet, and I know it's not like you."
"It's just...nevermind..."
"No, no, tell me."
"Ever since we were kids I used to remember you always bragging about you were going to be a fighter piolot. And you shot down your chance. But we got seporated before high-school, and you told me that if you ever were an enforcer you'd be T-Bone...but you never let me in on the rest. So who's that delightful bunch of orange fur over there?"
"It's Jake Clawson. I met him on the Enforcers. He was my co-piolet. We were both kicked off the enforcers for my stunt. He could have stayed, but I didn't bail out when I should have. We got permission from Calli to run our own set of enforcers. The dynamic duo--T-Bone and Razor. Razor is Jake. Jake has a son but he never sees the boy anymore, his ex won't let him, so it's just us two renewed bacholers. Fun isn't it?"
"Umm...yes. How old is he?"
"About 26. Why?"
"Rats..."
"Why?"
"I'm 28. I'm just lonely, I thought maybe..."
"Maybe you could like him in ways you wern't aloud?"
"I'm sorry, I told you you wouldnt want to know."
"Hey guys!" Shouted Jake.
"What do you want, Jake?" Yelled Chance.
"We got a call from Calli, I need someone to take to the ropes, and someone to take SG Duty."
"OH, CAN I FLY THE JET????" Yelled Kiva.
"You have any experiance under your belt?"
"5 years with the enforcers, building, maintaining, and testing."
"Sweet, Chance, Take SG, Kiva, let's ride."
As they left Chance mumbled under his breath.
"Chance," Called in Jake. "Can you hear me, Chance?"
"Yes, yes, loud and clear."
"Great, I need you to look up Trista Richardson, I think Kiva picked a bad name."
"Why?"
"Enforcers caught her. She's in for more then you think. I know your mad cause she took your spot, but we can use an extra hand. I can't man this thing on my own. I'm gonna set it to land outside the salvage yard, you can get it."
"Don't get killed, I don't know what I'd tell your son."
"Right. Catch ya on the flip side."
"Keep the ear peice. We may need outside help."
"Not with my luck...wich...sadly, has just ran out. I need to drop the wire, they caught me."
"Jake, should I meet up? Where are you? Jake, what's your 20?"
Static. Chance was pissed. He stayed by when one of the enforcers picked up the wire.
"Sir," He heard. "I think he has other contacts he's not telling us about."
"I'm telling you, her name is Kiva!"
"We settled that dispute, now what were you doing out there when we didn't call for outside help? You have no warrent or authorization, and that damn death trap has no, id number on it!"
"Of course it doesn't we have no need for that stuff. And we were there because we were called in by an outsider, I won't, no matter what you do, tell who. Just tell me my time, and I'll serve, but your not getting more from me."
"Who was on the other end of the wire?"
"What?"
"I said, who was on the other end of the wire??"
"None of your buisness."
He paused and looked at the files that were just given to him.
"Clawson, huh? You have a record with us."
"Yeah, and I wasn't at fault for that."
"The hell you weren't. You blew up part of our building."
"It wasn't me, I was on the plane that fell. It was me and a friend. We were both on the squad."
"Says here your 'friend' was Chance Furlong."
"Yeah, it is. What of it?"
"Salvage yard duty, huh? I presume that's where he's hidden?"
"He's not hidden. He wasn't in on this in anyway. I swear to you."
"Swear? Says you were one of truth. What happened to that? Why'd you leave?"
"Fuck, this is over. You've damaged my pride far enough."
"You have no right!"
"Calli, I know your on the other side of that mirror. End this before he brings innocent people in! Give me my time and I'll be happy to serve it."
"Calli isn't there. Feral won't let her in. Hmm. Lets bring your son in. How about that?"
"I havn't seen him in 10 years, you can't take him."
"Who says?"
Just then Calli walked in. "Feral says to stop, and if not him, I have authority to. This has nothing to do with the case, it's all about payback for you, Nicra. Let him go. He'll serve his time. His son stays out, I can confirm there has been no interaction between the two in 10 years."
"Calli you have no right to do this!"
"I have Ferals written word, now stop."
Calli had Jake taken back to his cell, and was very rudly, thrown back in. After they had him locked up they took Kiva into evaluation. Jake knew this was the end. She'd never keep them case closed.
"Huh?"
"To drink, do you want anything?'
"Nope, I'm good."
"You sure? You've been quiet, and I know it's not like you."
"It's just...nevermind..."
"No, no, tell me."
"Ever since we were kids I used to remember you always bragging about you were going to be a fighter piolot. And you shot down your chance. But we got seporated before high-school, and you told me that if you ever were an enforcer you'd be T-Bone...but you never let me in on the rest. So who's that delightful bunch of orange fur over there?"
"It's Jake Clawson. I met him on the Enforcers. He was my co-piolet. We were both kicked off the enforcers for my stunt. He could have stayed, but I didn't bail out when I should have. We got permission from Calli to run our own set of enforcers. The dynamic duo--T-Bone and Razor. Razor is Jake. Jake has a son but he never sees the boy anymore, his ex won't let him, so it's just us two renewed bacholers. Fun isn't it?"
"Umm...yes. How old is he?"
"About 26. Why?"
"Rats..."
"Why?"
"I'm 28. I'm just lonely, I thought maybe..."
"Maybe you could like him in ways you wern't aloud?"
"I'm sorry, I told you you wouldnt want to know."
"Hey guys!" Shouted Jake.
"What do you want, Jake?" Yelled Chance.
"We got a call from Calli, I need someone to take to the ropes, and someone to take SG Duty."
"OH, CAN I FLY THE JET????" Yelled Kiva.
"You have any experiance under your belt?"
"5 years with the enforcers, building, maintaining, and testing."
"Sweet, Chance, Take SG, Kiva, let's ride."
As they left Chance mumbled under his breath.
"Chance," Called in Jake. "Can you hear me, Chance?"
"Yes, yes, loud and clear."
"Great, I need you to look up Trista Richardson, I think Kiva picked a bad name."
"Why?"
"Enforcers caught her. She's in for more then you think. I know your mad cause she took your spot, but we can use an extra hand. I can't man this thing on my own. I'm gonna set it to land outside the salvage yard, you can get it."
"Don't get killed, I don't know what I'd tell your son."
"Right. Catch ya on the flip side."
"Keep the ear peice. We may need outside help."
"Not with my luck...wich...sadly, has just ran out. I need to drop the wire, they caught me."
"Jake, should I meet up? Where are you? Jake, what's your 20?"
Static. Chance was pissed. He stayed by when one of the enforcers picked up the wire.
"Sir," He heard. "I think he has other contacts he's not telling us about."
"I'm telling you, her name is Kiva!"
"We settled that dispute, now what were you doing out there when we didn't call for outside help? You have no warrent or authorization, and that damn death trap has no, id number on it!"
"Of course it doesn't we have no need for that stuff. And we were there because we were called in by an outsider, I won't, no matter what you do, tell who. Just tell me my time, and I'll serve, but your not getting more from me."
"Who was on the other end of the wire?"
"What?"
"I said, who was on the other end of the wire??"
"None of your buisness."
He paused and looked at the files that were just given to him.
"Clawson, huh? You have a record with us."
"Yeah, and I wasn't at fault for that."
"The hell you weren't. You blew up part of our building."
"It wasn't me, I was on the plane that fell. It was me and a friend. We were both on the squad."
"Says here your 'friend' was Chance Furlong."
"Yeah, it is. What of it?"
"Salvage yard duty, huh? I presume that's where he's hidden?"
"He's not hidden. He wasn't in on this in anyway. I swear to you."
"Swear? Says you were one of truth. What happened to that? Why'd you leave?"
"Fuck, this is over. You've damaged my pride far enough."
"You have no right!"
"Calli, I know your on the other side of that mirror. End this before he brings innocent people in! Give me my time and I'll be happy to serve it."
"Calli isn't there. Feral won't let her in. Hmm. Lets bring your son in. How about that?"
"I havn't seen him in 10 years, you can't take him."
"Who says?"
Just then Calli walked in. "Feral says to stop, and if not him, I have authority to. This has nothing to do with the case, it's all about payback for you, Nicra. Let him go. He'll serve his time. His son stays out, I can confirm there has been no interaction between the two in 10 years."
"Calli you have no right to do this!"
"I have Ferals written word, now stop."
Calli had Jake taken back to his cell, and was very rudly, thrown back in. After they had him locked up they took Kiva into evaluation. Jake knew this was the end. She'd never keep them case closed.