Wrapping Up

[Toaster]

"Kind of an asshole," Beige whispered with a suppressed giggle as he leaned in close to Olivia. She gave him a warning glare before following after Morreti.

"Don't be so hard on Blue," she explained when she caught up to the Xeno. "He's seen enough senseless slaughter for several lifetimes." Olivia glanced at Cobra as she strode beside him, predicting what sort of snide answer he might give. "No witty remarks about us being hypocritical mercenaries, please."

She chuckled quietly.

Ames felt very different without the corridors bustling with crowds from all over Sirius. Now, only a few Zoners passed by them, interspersed with the occasional criminal gang member. Olivia felt a strange mix of relief and vulnerability as they walked down the semi-deserted hallways. Something nagged her in the back of her mind. But perhaps it was just Beige, lithely skipping behind them, whistling a tune she recognized as belonging to a song about a traveling Cretan recalling the voluptuous curves of his lover.

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Olivia Sable