Somnambulance [Retconned]

[Toaster]

Seconds passed as Olivia considered the Xeno's offer, gun still pointed steadily between his eyes. At the periphery of her vision, she could make out the guards' fingers closing in around their rifles' triggers. They shifted nervously.

Just people, the mercenary reminded herself. She sighed and flicked her thumb against her pistol's safety before slowly lowering it back to her side.

"Fine," she conceded. She had no other option than to agree to Damien's deal. As much as, in the moment, she would have loved to splatter his brains out over the hangar's deck, there would be no point in doing so if she didn't live long enough to savor the victory.

She turned to face the two guards with a scowl that would have frozen a charging Cretan warhound in its tracks and had the desired effect. The two men let out the breaths they had been holding and lowered their rifles, glad that the situation had relaxed.

Olivia glanced back at Damien with the same hateful expression, then crouched down and hoisted up the crate.

"We'll do this somewhere quiet."

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Olivia Sable