Diggs sighed again as he looked at the warehouse in front of him, music blaring through the walls.

This is where she's staying? This job doesn't pay nearly enough… He asked himself darkly. It was bad enough that she had to act like that in public, but now this? Asking him to go into this dive?

Walking up to the door, he raised his hand to knock, but found there to be no type of conventional door. Only a sliding warehouse wood palate that was hung to roll upwards. Rolling his eyes in disgust, Diggs pushed up the makeshift door and walked in.

The music didn't stop, but the looks were like death. Everyone noticed him, his second millennium not blending in with the army new-age dirty look of an underground sect. Ignoring the looks of the partiers, Diggs continued on, looking for Raine.

There. In the center of the room. And she caught him mid stride.

"Ugh. You. Ottin told me you were here. You better have something worthwhile to crash a party this good," she growled when he was in audible range. Her look was poison. Diggs couldn't help but to bark out a laugh.

"'This good?' This good? You call this a party? C'mon Raine, I thought you were better than that. Where's the drinks, the knives, the fire? All those things you love?" Diggs chuckled.

"Maybe you should stick around and find out. Besides. I'm underage and on probation. With a man like you on my tail… I wouldn't want to get sent to Aktek, would I?" she said slyly. The grin that spread on her face told Diggs that there was definitely more to come, and mainly on that list.

"Gonna burn a church like last May? I don't want to be around for that one," he joked.

"Don't tempt me. It makes me thirsty," she grinned again and began walking away towards the makeshift bar of hers. Diggs followed, knowing better but still wanting it. She was good.

When he reached the bar, there was a small drink-sized clay bottle waiting for him, filled with her own brew of vodka and coconut rum… and something else. Her own 'Molotov cocktail'… She was already sipping from hers.

"Well here's the drinks…" he grunted as he sniffed his.

"Why are you here Diggs. I said come visit me. I didn't mean when there was a party damnit…" she growled, glaring up from her bottle. Diggs smiled.

"There's always a party… Besides, I got you a gift. Your… Baron Alten's ship. The one you stole to take that trip to Kyron."

"Girl's gotta know where she comes from. Not like the trip was worth it though…" she growled in disgust. She had stolen a ship from the Baron of the city to joyride to another planet. Apparently, the place she went was a total killjoy. Nothing but a rock of ruins. Diggs still remembered the look on her face as they cuffed her up and walked her down to her cell… utter disappointment.

"And it's my ship. Not his. Not anymore," she corrected him.

Diggs sighed. This bit was getting old. "Raine. Baron Alten paid for that ship. He owns it. Legally." Aeron just scoffed.

"No. The taxpayers of Jutes paid for the ship. And when I get in a ship, it's mine. I don't give a damn who 'paid for it'. It's mine. I flew her… and she obviously liked me better than him…" she growled.

"Really? Did the Fairy tell you that while you took your little spin?" Diggs asked incredulously. He looked at her in amusement before taking another sip. That stuff was addicting.

"No," she retorted. "She just handled better. I saw Alten on her. He handled her like a piece of crap and then bitched about how she didn't perform. Well, no wonder! You don't name a 280 Utep with a 14-500 ff engine and a tri-pod energized gradient injector Fairy and fly her like a some shitty hovercraft." A grin spread across her face as she drank again.

"And what would you name her, Raine?" Digs inquired.

"Kraites. Honor."

"'Kraites? Isn't that…"

"Yup. Poillos. And you thought I was just a no good punk," she giggled, her silver-green eyes sparkling in the dim sporadic lighting. "So. Do I get my knives back too? Or are you going to jip me like last time?"

"Yes Raine. Knives are included in the package. All or nothing," Diggs couldn't help to grin at her. Maybe it was the Molotov…

"Good. I'll leave now. Enjoy the party," she grinned, sipped, and set the bottle down. He watched her walk away and just shook his head. That girl was messed up…

Eventually, he knew he had to go find her in the myriad of rooms. Truthfully, there were only 6, but with all the party-goers it was hard to find anybody in one room. After entering three, he saw her packing in the bedroom, still wearing what she wore to the restaurant earlier that day. Smirking, he walked in confidently and looked at what she was packing.

"A change of clothes? Didn't think you or Riddick were the prima dona type," he asked.

"Never know when. And it just sucks when you have to shower and put on dirty clothes afterwards," she said, not looking up from the black duffle bag. She finished stuffing a pair of black cargo pants into the bag and zipped it up. Raine just walked right past him, out the 'door', and outside… Diggs following.

"Where's the ship?" she growled. Diggs pushed the fob, and from above, Fairy dropped from the sky. The first thing Raine did was walk over an peel the name decal off.

"Now I can fly her properly," she growled. Turning, she looked at Diggs. "Give me the fob."

Rolling his eyes, Diggs tossed her the fob. He watched her drop it to the ground and smash it under her foot; he watched her get in; he watched as the Kraites started up; he watched her take off.

Now he had 60 pyro teenagers to deal with. Damn… sometimes he hated this job…

Baron- like a mix between a senator and a governor…