[color=#FFFFFF]Sam nodded just slightly at Sol, as if she told him something telepathically...in
fact her faith in his predatory instincts was put on the line with that nod. A grim cold barely
noticeable nod given as their eyes locked together for a fraction of the second. There was something unusual
in it, as if a death warrant was issued signed and executed.
She then took her gun back from Anna, looked at it and smiled a bit."She's smart dangerous and pretty" Sam
thought to herself.
[font=Palatino Linotype][size=small] [color=#FFCCCC]"We will now board the MNS-Implosión she will take us to Malta, where we will sit down
and talk. I understand that will not be easy for you to accept and if it was up to me we'd go to the "Drunkard"
and talk over a drink. However high command is rather furious about your actions so regretfully it's not an
option. I believe you to be smart enough so I don't have to restrain. So are you coming?"
Samantha noticed that Anna's hands were shaking just slightly despite her efforts to hide it. Fear? No, a person
who can make Sol just walk away is not afraid. Adrenaline? Her words were sufficiently calm to eliminate that
as an option.Stress...Sam put her money on stress so her words were chosen carefully not to cause additional
impact.