Friendly Advice
"I need your advice on the best way to kill somebody."
Amazingly, Four manages not to choke when he hears that. Instead, he finishes sipping his water and calmly turns his head, eyebrows only slightly raised. "Excuse me?"
Three glances around anxiously, as if afraid someone might overhear, which is ridiculous because they're the only ones in the room. "You know. Assassinate. As much as I'd love to beat the asshole to death with his own arm, I don't think that's going to work here. I need to be quiet, sneaky, and that's more your domain than it is mine."
"This is about Six."
"No shit it's about Six! The guy stabbed us in the back so hard he broke the knife in half! You and me, we have to kill him."
"Three-"
"Alright, alright. I know it won't be easy with him being all Kumbaya with our buddies down at the slammer, I hear you. But if we can just-"
"No, Three!" he says, more forcefully. "I'm not going to go after Six, and you shouldn't either."
Three's mouth opens a bit in surprise, and then forms a hard line.
"Somebody already got into your head, didn't they?" he accuses. He springs up from his chair, eyes wild. "Was it One? It was him wasn't it? That little-"
"Enough." In one quick, fluid motion he lunges, wrapping his hands around his throat. The older man barely has time to let out a squeak before he goes colliding into the wall.
"I know you're angry. But if you go out now trying to get your revenge, you will be putting yourself and everyone else on this team in danger, and I will not allow that. You need to calm down before you inevitably do something reckless and stupid. Do you understand?"
He releases him then, and he crumbles to the floor. Much to his surprise, he doesn't attack. Instead, he begins chuckling, amused.
"Man, I can't believe I ever rated you and Two third on the danger scale. You're scary as hell."
He has no idea what Three was talking about but he doesn't really care. Eventually, the smile disappears from his face. "I can't just let him get away with it." He mutters, unhappily. Four helps him back up.
"You won't. I know you want to take action, but to help the team, we should keep moving forward. Focus on the future, not the past. Think Three, what do we need the most, to ensure our survival?"
Three stares. Then, a slow grin spreads across his face.
"We need to take back our ship."
There was a movement of the jaw from Four. A smile, perhaps.
"Precisely."