Truce
This time around, One is the last person to wake up.
"Hey. Hey, Pretty Boy. Wake up."
The voice flickers in and out like a candle slowly losing its flame. One hears the words but he can't make sense of them over the buzzing in his ears. He rolls his head to the side and the whole world sways. He groans.
"One, you gotta wake up now! This is our only chance to get outta here!"
The voice is clearer now. Louder. He becomes aware of the sounds of a disaster unfolding nearby. Shouts and feet running and the bone-chilling pop of bullets flying echo down the hall. He cracks his eyes open a sliver. A fuzzy, indecipherable image comes into view. Somebody curses, and then suddenly a sharp pain explodes on his right temple. He shoots up, alert. Three is right there, knelt down at his side. He scrambles to his feet, rubbing his head angrily.
"What did you do that for?!"
"Well, you were unconscious and I sure as hell wasn't gonna kiss you." He reloads his shotgun. Where he got that from will forever remain a mystery.
"So here's the short version: Six is a backstabbing son of a bitch, we are in jail, Five busted out all our asses, and now Four is going on a killing spree."
Well, that sounded legit. There was one thing missing, though;
"Where's Two?"
His eyes darkened.
"She's on another ship. Guess they figured she was too dangerous to be put here with the rest of us."
One feels his blood go cold. If they find out what she is…
"We need to find her. Now."
Three pauses, and turns to look at him. Nobody says a word as the two of them stand there, sizing each other up. Then, a look of understanding passes between them. Three grins.
"Looks like we finally found something we agree on, huh? Come on, we'll be able to track the ship from the control room."