Old Acquaintances and lost friends

[Bazza]

The same as what you tried to do with Vixen, I assume.

Fumika leans back in her chair and stares down at the shorter woman; her steely eyes cutting through Sev's emotions, demanding attention.

The same punishment you received by my hand awaits anyone who puts your life at risk.

Fumika's cold expression remains despite her words betraying it.

I have orders to keep you alive.

Orders which I intend on honouring.

Throughout the conversation the porthole scenery changes steadily as the ship flies around Manhattan, the ship gliding effortlessly in low orbit.

It becomes apparent, however, the docking ring facility is not getting closer. By a chance observation it can be seen drifting off around the haze-laden horizon of Manhattan.

Evangeline, still at the flight controls, once again turns around in her seat and shouts down the short tunnel linking to the cargo bay.

Grab on to something or someone or hell... anything, really. This is gonna get rough!

Without a seconds delay Evangeline pitches the small freighter downwards, the vessel now caught in Manhattan's gravity well and plummeting towards ground level.

The ship was now free-falling through the atmosphere on an almost vertical descent. It begun violently pitching in all directions as the atmosphere of Manhattan buffeted the tiny craft.

Despite the gallant aura that Fumika portrayed under normal circumstances, being only human, she, much like the rest of the passengers, had her seat firmly clamped in her hands - the group riding out Evangeline's antics with vehement solidarity.

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