Marked

[Toaster]

"No, Damian," Olivia said, turning to face him as he carried the girl away. The mercenary's face was an odd mixture of disgust and pity. "I'm nothing like you. You find too much joy in what you do."

With that, she turned back to the bound man quivering before her. She would wait for the Xenos to clear out the cargo from the freighter before she touched him. The plans she had for Pedro required the ship.

Kneeling down in front of him, she inspected his face. Fear and hatred were plastered over it. The overwhelming urge to raise her scattergun to it and pull the trigger gradually subsided. No, she had other intentions for him. After all the horrible deeds he had done and made others do, he didn't deserve an easy end.

The sound of airlocks opening and closing rang through the freighter's hull as Xeno personnel transferred what valuables they could find to their own ships. Then, all was still but for the ragged breathing of a man facing death.







//End.

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Olivia Sable