"Anymore trouble? I'm not the one in trouble, and quite frankly, you're in handcuffs, and our pissed superior has a damn sword. If I want trouble I'd release you." She motioned over to Phoenix, ordering her over to them. "Take his sorry ass to the brig before any of us have to face the bad side of Murray. This is for your own good too, Taylor. Unless you'd prefer I put you in front of her again." Phoenix toke over, slightly shoving Driva onto the shuttle.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure he gets there, god help me if I don't and she hears about it.." Phoenix said, directing the operative through the halls. Nova returned to Murray. "So he's off to the brig. Happy?"
