Her forehead creased as she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "The whole thing? Not even a backup survived?" she asked. "Tell 'em to check the pod again, there's gotta be at least one or two guncam shots that survived."
Frost kept his inquisitive, emotionless glare on her, though, and she snorted slightly as she thumbed the side of her nose with her unbroken thumb. "Civvy chatter was ramblin' on about someone pirating the trade lanes off the New York jumpgate in Colorado, so I radioed it in and went to check it out," she told him. "Nobody was too forthcoming with backup, though, so I just went on. Figured they'd be gone by the time I sat around waiting on someone to finish their damn donut. I get there and interrupt a shakedown; some bastardo has the trade lane shut down and he's got a civilian freighter train stopped at gunpoint. Seriously, I didn't see a single cannon on this thing that wasn't pointed at his mark.
"I sent the train on its way and fined the gunboat. Oh yeah," she continued, "that's what it was. Gunship, one of those special-made armed-and-flying computer banks custom built for those Hacker goons. He gave me some pendejadas about doin' nothin' wrong and how he was just asking for donations or charity or some crap like that. I think his ID tag was 'Mr.Dodger' or some stupid thing."
"Next thing I know, he's got a buddy flying in from behind me in a gunship I ain't never seen before, weird markings on it too. I think that one's tag was 'Yelken' or something. Threats are exchanged, they refuse to pay the fine, and then 'boom,'" she popped off, suddenly slapping the bedrail with a reverberating clang. "Both ships are unloading their asses on me, and I'm dodging shots like it's hailing. Guess you know the rest," she added, pointing with her chin down at her battered body.
