Vixen looks at Bret, giving him a soft smile. "I'm sure it will be fine...completely fine..." Embracing him quickly, she directed her attention back to Eva, and the gun offered to her. Smiling slightly, she takes the pistol, weighing it in her hand. "'course I know how to use one...If I thought it would come down to this i would've brought my sword. I'm not great with guns...so, where are we headed?"
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Disconnecting from Baltimore, the strange liner shifted towards Pittsburg. The atmospheric engines were stored in a cargo bay of a smaller ship, headed in the other direction, and it seemed normal again, if not for the scorched underside and the thickened armor...It may have been deceptive, however, the armor of the liner was designed to survive planetary impact, and any massive force it would encounter...
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
