Chapter 18
"Now," Riddick bellowed, holding the door open with a foot as he lowered his goggles over his eyes. Sevic came rushing down the hallway, a bag hung over each shoulder making her bounce off the walls as she hurried. She stopped at his side, scowling as he grinned down at her before taking one of her bags, slinging it over his shoulder. A jolt of pleasure ran through him at the sound his hand made against her ass as she walked by, and she tried a Riddick-style growl that only served to spur his laughter.
"How long do we have?" she asked, struggling to keep up with his easy pace.
"I'm getting you a backpack at the next stop," he quipped, glancing down at her struggling with the duffel bag she still carried. She stuck her tongue out, and he mirrored it, suddenly wondering why he was in such a jovial mood. "Transport leaves in a half hour."
"God, a whole half hour?" she feigned surprise. "Hell, we could have waited a whole 'nother fifteen minutes and made it. Are you crazy? We can't get there in time." He chuckled, shaking his head as they rounded the last corner to the port. With his death now on the books, thanks to the Necros, and a trusty little friend named Daniel who'd somehow convinced Lord Marshall Vaako to let him tag along with Drew and the posse, it'd been fairly easy to get official papers allowing this public flight. He might get a few looks, but any checking they'd do would tell them he was Rick James with a complete background he and Sevic had memorized, and the DNA and biometrics would back it up.
"Relax," was all he said, and she stopped walking, staring up at him with a sly smirk slowly emerging on her lips, her eyebrow quirked into a challenge. He flashed her his charming grin and nodded toward the ship now powering up, and they both rushed toward it, waving to get the groundsmen's attention to hold the ship.
A/N: Since beginning and ending this story, I've come to realize that I SUCK at COR fics, and promise I'll stick to PB fics from now on. Too many characters to juggle, and too flawless of a story to fiddle with for an OFC setup. You can thank my unforgiving mother for making me finish this story instead of mysteriously making it disappear from the archives. :)
