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Orin · 03-18-2011, 12:43 AM,

The redhead shivered, attached to Ashes' side as the two made their way across the cool metal docking bay. Much to the twos' annoyance, the brass on Montezuma had called the Diamonds and Rust in to dock. Something about a last minute briefing; whatever that was supposed to mean.

'W-why is it s-s-so much colder h-here?' Draya's teeth chattered helplessly while Ashes gripped her tighter.

'No idea'¦ But you really should have worn a jacket.' Ashes replied, looking up to find a tall, rather serious looking man standing with an extreme air of authority about twenty yards from them. 'Is that'¦?'

'Sylphy!' The girl burst from her side and dashed over the brute, somehow putting him a headlock and feeling her free hand over his head vigorously. 'You have hair! Oh this is great!'

Ashes cocked her eyebrow. Draya and the boss always did have a strange relationship.

'Get the hell off me!' Sylpheed groaned, rolling his eyes as the girl starting giving his short dark hair a noogie. 'Draya!'

She faltered and let go after a second, sighing and taking a step back. 'Fine'¦ Always so serious.' She retorted, making a face at the big-shot.

'I could put you back a Greyhound y'know. 'Rookie' Draya Kirillov.'

'Gosh! I get it, I get it.' She whined back, crossing her arms with a 'hmph'. 'What did you want anyways?'

'We're already behind schedule.' Ashes piped in, strolling up to the two. 'What's the holdup?'

The cold air of the Montezuma seemed to swirl eerily about the scene. Sylpheed's brow creased in thought, Ashes crossed her arms while throwing him a discerning look, Draya sat down and yawned.

'We know that the Bounty Hunters have their eye on this shipment, but that ain't news at this point.' The Rogue continued finally.

'We went to the briefing.' Ashes stated with a tone laced finely with irritation. 'Out with it, please.'

'You might have a mole.' He nodded. 'Can't be certain, but hunter activity suggests it, not to mention a patrol just stumbled headfirst into an ambush by the bastards right along your route not more 'an fifteen minutes ago. They're a step ahead of us. That ain't right.'

'So what do we do?...' Draya murmured from her icy seat.

'Nothing.' Ashes shrugged and ran a hand through her hair. 'That would tip 'em off; we don't want anyone getting shifty. If we've got a rat, the last thing we're gonna do is scare him away.'

'Exactly.' Sylpheed smirked with sly hatred. 'I've got faith in the two a' you. You pin that ****er down and bring him back to me. His ass's got a bullet with his name on it waiting for 'im.'

'And the cargo?' The Kusarian added.

He nodded quickly. 'Mollies are expectin' it. They'll get it; just watch your ass out there. The Diamond's and Rust ain't a pushover, but we ain't gettin' cocky here. I'm assigning two fighters to assist you for bomber support.'

'More friends!' Draya cheered, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

Ashes chuckled quietly. 'You can count on us bossman.' She nodded to her friend seated on the floor and started off back to the PT.

The girl moved to get up to her feet, but plopped back down. 'Err'¦' She tried again to no avail; the ground was icier than she thought, the seat of her pants now frozen to the metal plating.

Sylpheed glanced her way, attempting to feign ignorance to her frosty plight, before starting off quickly, leaving her stranded.

'AAASHESSS!!'

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