Marc's eyes slowly opened, the blurry image of Sophia's sleeping body
coming into full view directly in front of his face. "Oh..." he murmured
as he moved his hands to his eyes, rubbing them slowly to focus his
vision. His head stung slightly from last night's refreshments and he
slowly slid out from beneath the blanket and sat on the edge of the cot,
rubbing his temples to soothe himself as he finished waking up.
She whimpered when he moved to get up. Sighing she seemed to curl
around him even as he sat on the edge of the cot. The moment she
realized he was getting up she groaned, stretching and wiggling her toes
before she slowly sat up herself, tugging the blanket with her. "Ow..."
Her body was sore, in so many ways.
"Good morning," Marc said as he looked over his shoulder at her. He
felt a bit awkward as he reached beneath the blanket, trying to find his
shorts. "Have you seen my..." he murmured to her as his hand fumbled
around against her, finally finding them and pulling them out. Pleased,
he stood up from the cockpit and slid them onto his naked body. "I'm
going to see how much further we have to go," he explained to her as he
moved towards the cockpit, still having difficulty getting his legs
"Mmm...oh..." She watched him, then once his back was to her she
sighed and slowly began to slip her own clothes on, finding some elastic
and pulling her hair back into a messy pony tail. Well, this wasn't how
she had imagined things, not for her...she bit her lower lip for a
moment then slowly stood and stretched lightly before she moved towards
him, but gave him space "...How...much further?"
Marc sat down in the cockpit and pulled the straps over his shoulder
as he looked at the navigation computer. "We're coming up on it any
moment," he said to her as his eyes fixated on the computer. "Listen.
This person I get the armor from..." he explained nervously, keeping his
eyes focused towards the instruments and avoiding looking at her. "It
can be difficult. I think you should stay on the ship," he said as he
took the flight stick into his hand, deactivating the autopilot.
She moved to sit down and strap her own self in. Licking her lips
slowly she glanced over to him and again slid that mask over her
exterior once more. A smirk curled to her lips and she pushed aside her
feelings...or what was growing of them anyway, aside. "Tch. I'm not
staying on this heap of junk. I'm going with you, besides, how are you
going to know if it fits, eh?"
"I think I have a pretty good idea of your measurements now," Marc
said as he looked over to her with a sly grin and a soft laugh. A moment
later the ship began decelerate and the vibrant blur of stars began to
focus as they exited hyperspace. In the distance was a large inhabited
world with clear signs of industry and inhabitation. They were far from
the tropical world where they shared a bath. "We're here," he said,
stating the obvious as he navigated the craft at sublight speed towards
A slender brow rose as she glanced over to him then back to the place
they were in. "This doesn't seem so bad, why are you so nervous about
it?" Then, to reassure him that she would keep his name safe, she smiled
lightly "Besides, Hero...never thought you would be nervous for little
The proximity alarm in the cockpit flashed red and clanged violently
as a pair of TIE fighters soared over the craft, buzzing extremely
close. Marc furrowed his brow and glared at the starfighters as he
maneuvered the Nerf Herder in tight formation with the two
starfighters. "I hate it when they do that..." Marc complained as he
matched speed, maneuvering into formation with the two escorting
fighters. "This is what I'm nervous about," he explained as he turned to
look at her for just a moment.
"What the..!" Her eyes went wide as she glared at the other crafts
before she glanced towards him then back to them, then a smirk curled to
her lips. "Tch. You're afraid of them..?" She shook her head, granted
she hadn't the slightest clue on what was going on, but the excitement
of trouble was winning out.
"Who isn't afraid of them?" Marc asked as he decelerated the craft
into the planet's atmosphere. They were descending at a rapid rate
towards the planet Esseles in the Galactic Core. As the TIE fighters
broke off formation and flew off to resume their patrol, a massive
hangar became visible in one of the jagged peaks in the distance. "These
are scary people who do not fool around," he explained in a serious,
cautionary tone, "If you fail them you do not get a second chance.
Understand?" As the ship entered the hangar the inner workings of a
massive factory became visible as the arsenal of war was being turned
out on a mammoth scale. Countless Imperial stormtroopers and other
personnel were visible. As they approached the landing pad, an
assortment of individuals was already waiting.
"Maybe you should have left me back in the cage." She did not deal
with fear when it came to others, she dealt with the excitement and the
tight muscle awareness of a fight. She unstrapped herself, but stayed
seated as she glanced towards him. "...For your sake, I'll be good
Hero..." She smiled lightly, but there was something sneaking behind that
glimmer. "For now."
Marc activated the craft's repulsorlift engine, maneuvering it into
position over the landing pad. He lowered the landing claws and the ship
gradually touched down on the pad, a loud clank echoing as metal
collided with metal. "Do not say a word," Marc warned as he moved
towards the back of the craft. Moving towards the storage container he
began to slip into the custom set of molded body armor. They were
waiting for him and that made him all the more nervous causing it to
become quite difficult to dress himself. "How do I look?" he asked,
half-jokingly, as he posed for her in the suit.
She watched him, there was a soft hunger behind her eyes from what
had happened between the two as she looked him over. But instead of
saying something on it she crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged
lightly "You look like a man about to meet his maker. Tch. What's got
you all worked up...honestly..?" But she moved beside him, she was going
with him whether he liked it or not...and she supposed she would keep her
mouth shut as well.
"You are about to meet my intermediary," Marc nervously explained as
he walked towards the ship's hatch. "It will be hard to explain your
presence. They may not be pleased that I brought you here," he warned
her as he opened the hatch and looked down at those gathered next to the
ship. "The less you say the better," he whispered as he pushed his head
through the hatch and then stepped down onto the docking pad. All of the
emotion immediately left his face, a stern and serious glaze coming over
him as he assumed the part of cold, calculated killer perfectly.
Sophia could not mimic him completely, so instead she stood there as
herself. She was quiet, but her body was tense and ready to spring any
moment. She kept her face blank sure, but not in a cold and calculating
way, no it was in a fun, ready for anything way. She did not speak and
stayed behind him a little off to the side so she could see.
Major Min Traebor, an attractive woman in her thirties dressed in
the maroon uniform of Imperial Intelligence, waited for Marcus as he
descended the small transport. The bounty hunter had failed the first
assignment she had given him, and she knew that if he had failed this
latest assignment, it would reflect poorly on her judgment. It was she
who selected him and his actions would determine whether she would
receive praise or punishment.
Tosha Previn, a woman slightly younger than Traebor and infinitely
better dressed, was quick to step in front of her. As the Black Sun
Lieutenant responsible for paying the bounty hunter, she often found
herself in the position of having to mediate disagreements between the
two. Even for one as deadly as her, the prospect of being caught between
the two did not sit well with her. "Success?" she asked Marcus, needing
only one word to express her sentiment.
"Thang Kreto is no more," Marcus reported in a cold, icy tone devoid
of any emotion or remorse for the lives he had taken. His eyes moved
from Previn to Traebor, still not entirely sure what her part was in all of
this. Dealing with the Empire was not something he bargained for as he
knew their methods and recent events had only further enlightened to him
as to what they were capable of.
Sophia took a moment to let him reach the bottom of the steps first
before she would slowly make her way down. At first she would stand
respectively behind him, a bit off to the side so she could see who he
was speaking with. The moment she saw it was two woman an instant
instinct to be defense crawled over her skin. She placed her right hand
on her hip, and popped her hip out just a bit as a slow smirk curled
along her lips. Her hair was a bit wavy from having been tangled not too
long ago. Her eyes flicked to Marc for a moment, then back to the two
woman and simply watched...for now.
"Was your methodology sound?" Major Traebor asked, using a more direct
line of conversation than her Black Sun counterpart. "It would defeat
the purpose of the population of Mygeeto were to suspect anything out of
the ordinary," she added, her voice trailing off a bit as her eyes
shifted from Marcus to Sophia, wondering who the unknown woman was.
Marcus stepped in front of Sophia, blocking the Major's intent stare
for the moment. He made strong eye contact with her in an attempt to
focus. "My methods are always sound," he said to her in a stern,
unwavering voice as he glared towards her. "I was unable to get to Kreto
so I improvised," he said in a confident tone. "I detonated one of the
generator's and brought the entire facility down on top of him. It will
look like a mining accident," he explained to her as his eyes shifted to
Previn, "Your Black Sun friends in the sector no longer have any
Oh no. Sophia was not having that. Any challenge, whether she could
meet it or fail at it, was welcomed. She leaned over just a bit so she
could peek out from behind Marc to see if the woman was still looking.
Of course that kind of movement should easily move anyone's eye. She
stepped out again, glancing towards Marc, crossing her arms over her
chest now before looking towards the woman before her. Almost...like a
child not wanting to be protected.
"Excellent," Previn replied as she intertwined her things to celebrate
the victory. The local Vigo would now have a clear path to harvest the
raw materials of Mygeeto and would owe a large part of that to her. This
would reflect favorably on her and she felt one step closer towards her
own position of leadership within the Black Sun.
"Who is ... that," Major Traebor asked as she looked past Marcus
towards Sophia. She sized her in her head and her initial impression,
based on the way she was dressed, was one of contempt and disdain. "For
you to have brought her here she had better be important," she continued
as she walked to the side of Marcus to get a better view of Sophia.
Sophia helped out by moving out from his protection and standing on
her own. Her arms slowly dropped from across her chest and her hand
pressed to her hip with a smirk, a dangerous sly look behind her eyes as
she glared at the women. "Tch." A soft click of her tongue, but she kept
her attitude in check...a bit anyway "My name's not important, my job..."
A grin slipped across her lips "Is what I live for, I'm a bounty
hunter...and good at it too."
"I have never known you to work with a partner," Tosha said as she
turned her attention to Sophia. Her eyes roamed over her and internally
questioned his motives, thinking perhaps she was nothing more than a pet
based on her current appearance.
"Well considering your local Vigo contracted her to take out Thang
Kreto," Marcus explained angrily as he moved towards Previn, "...I'm sure
you will find her up to your standards." He raised a hand towards her
angrily, his face filled with anger and determination. "If you ever
double book an assignment on me again I walk away. Do you understand?
Screw ups like that threaten the entire operation," he complained to
her, his voice billowing with a type of anger rarely used.
Her grin widened. She had yet to see this man angry, hell she had no
idea his other emotions well, but she liked the anger. It made her body
tense as if a fight were about to happen any moment. Her eyes flicked
away from him to the woman he was yelling at. She placed her hands
behind her, locking fingers and just pleased as a pinch to be watching
it before her eyes narrowed and she looked, watched the other woman::
Tosha took several steps away from Marcus and she looked to the
shadows where several heavily armed Black Sun operatives lurked. She
would not need them ... yet. "I have no control over what a Vigo does or
does not do," she said as she glared back at him, annoyed by his
outburst. "Who you work with or do not work with is none of my concern.
The payment will be the same, however, and you will have to share it,"
she explained as she again looked to Sophia.
"Understand this, my dear," Traebor said to Sophia as she looked her
directly in the eyes. "If you share the information you receive here
with anyone we shall hunt you down to the end of the galaxy and not stop
until everyone who has ever heard your name is vaporized," she said
menacingly, glaring at the younger woman. "Do I make myself clear?" she
She watched the woman, her smile was wide a mocking, before she
pulled an innocent face...obviously mocking still "Oh of course." Her
hands raised up and spread wide "I wouldn't say a word, for fear of my
dear precious life." She licked her lips then smirked with a shrug "I
don't know a soul to tell nor would I flap my lips in some beings ear."
Marcus extended his arm in-between the two, forcing some space
between them as he turned to Traebor and got in her face. "She understands
what she's in for," he said in a cold, emotionless voice. "I need you to
get her a set of this armor though," he demanded of her, his hand
slapping against the black armorweave that was molded to his chest.
"I am holding you accountable for her," Traebor warned as she stepped
away from the two and moved away to make her report about the death of
Thang Kreto. She was satisfied for the time being. Perhaps this
operation would end in success after all.
"Very well," Tosha spoke calmly as she motioned to the shadows. A
moment later a couple of Neimoidian technicians emerged from the
darkness with a pair of bio-scanners. Each Neimoidian stood on either
side of Sophia and they began to perform a detailed scan of her body.
After several moments one of the Neimoidians nodded to the other and the
two moved off into the shadows without having uttered so much as a word.
She rolled her eyes and then watched the Neimoidian's work. Glancing
over their gadgets, but not getting much from them before they scampered
off. She narrowed her eyes slowly before she looked up to Marc. Glaring
at him, she hated being protected, hell they were just...women, sure women
of a certain power but surely Sophie could take care of herself?
"You're doing good. Keep your cool," Marc whispered to her as he
turned his back to Previn for a moment. He gave her a nod and a
reassuring smile before he spun back around to face the others.
Moments later the Neimoidians returned carrying a suit of what
appeared to be the same black, armorweave that covered Marcus from
head-to-toe. They unceremoniously laid it on the floor in front of
Sophia and then disappeared back into the shadows.
"You will accept that in payment of the Kreto job," Previn informed
him bluntly. She then extended her hand with a datadisk towards him
before moving away. "See that she puts it to good use. It would be an
awful waste of credits," she laughed as she moved off into the shadows
The moment the woman was gone to the naked eye her lips curled into a
sneer:: "Bitch." She leaned over and snatched up the suit, her fingers
slowly lingering on certain sections, just feeling all of it around
before she would hold it up high to look over it in whole before
glancing towards Marc and the disk in his hand. "Lets get going so I can
shut that woman's mouth up."
"After you," Marc said to her with a warm smile as he motioned to the
entrance to their ship. They had survived, which actually surprised him
somewhat. He was operating in the realm of the unpredictable as long as
he was partnered with Sophia.
"Damned bitch..." She walked back towards the ship, but just before
she disappeared into the entrance she glanced behind her and a wicked
grin plastered to her soft glimmering lips "Oh I'll get her..." And then
she was inside moving to what was now and will be 'her' cot. Sitting
down on it she laid out the suit to glance over it a bit more.
"Let's focus on who we get paid to 'get,' shall we?" Marc joked as he
climbed up into the ship right behind her and promptly closed the hatch
right behind him. "Try that thing on," he instructed her as he moved
right past her and hurried towards the cockpit. He did not want to spend
any more time there than he had to. His hands moved over the controls
faster than he had ever done before and without giving the ship proper
time to power up he activated the repulsorlift engines and maneuvered
the transport out of the mountain hanger.
She started laughing the same moment she was slipping her rags,
rather...his rags off of her slender body. "I can't believe you are
scared of those hags..." She stifled her laughter to small spurts of
giggles as she slipped on the suit. Once everything was in place and her
hands ran over her body slowly to test the fit and feel did she clear
her throat ever so gently "Well?"
Marc looked over his shoulder to take a glimpse at Sophia in the suit
and his hands slipped off the controls, visibly distracted by what he
saw. The ship fell into a rapid descent before his hands regained the
controls and he began facing forward again. Perhaps they had made the
suit a bit too tight he thought, but he had to admit she now looked the
part of the bounty hunter. "I am not scared of them specifically,"
Marcus explained to her as he activated the ship's sublight engines and
began maneuvering the Nerf Herder into the atmosphere. "I am
scared of what they represent. The moment you lose your fear of the
Empire and the Black Sun you're dead," he explained to her in a
"Guess I'm the living dead." She moved away from her cot and towards
him, a smirk to her lips as she took the sit next to him. Stretching a
bit before she seemed to turned a bit... She rolled her shoulders then
sighed "This suit is...odd to the skin."
"You'll get used to it," Marc said to her as he turned to look at it
again. The way it hugged every curve of her young body did what the
loose-fitting physical training gear could never do. "The question is
will I get used to it..." he added jokingly as he took another look at
A slender brow rose...Did he truly find her that attractive? She did
her best to ignore what happened the night before, that is how it was
supposed to go with people like them right? Maybe...maybe not. She bit
her lower lip "Why would you need to?" With that she stretched again,
her legs, her hands sliding down her thighs ..just testing the waters.
Marc could feel his body temperature rising, his face beginning to
redden slightly as he watched her movements. "It is very flattering to
your physique," he was quick to point out, using the most polite of
language. His hand soon moved to the auto-pilot and turned his attention
away from the controls to focus on her. "Because of how closely it hugs
your form it makes you more stealthy and allows you to have your full
range of movement," he informed her, "but it also leaves little to the
imagination in terms of your ... womanhood."
Sophia actually glanced down over her hole body, one hand sliding
across her stomach, the other down her outer thigh. A cant of her head
to the side, then a slender brow rose and a smirk to her lips "Then lets
hope our next target is a male, eh?" She glanced to him then, watching
his eyes for a moment she gnawed gently on her lower lip.
"Next target?" Marc repeated as his facial expression suddenly
changed to that of remembrance. "I had almost forgotten because of the
... distraction," he told her as he removed the datadisk from his belt
and slid it into the reader in the front control panel. Turning serious,
he maneuvered to look directly at the holographic image projected in
front of them.
The familiar voice of Tosha Previn began to speak as the image of a
Rodian male was displayed in front of them. "This is the Rodian crime
lord Enkido," she informed them through a recorded message. "Enkido runs
the largest criminal operation in the Ringali Shell and is
well-connected. Every operation he carries out successfully takes
credits out of our hands," the message continued as the image shifted to
that of a large, fortified estate. "Enkido resides on the nearby planet
of Brentaal. He has many underlings and his estate is well guarded. Put
him out of business ... permanently!" and with those words the
holographic image faded away. The instructions were clear.
"How pleasant." She smirked then, watching before she stood up then
"Lets get going, this should be...fun." A grin slipped along her lips ever
so head strong she was never one to admit to fears, in fact instinct
placed her fears into tense muscles and a readiness to fight. "Looks
like this outfit will come in more use than one, eh?"
Marc turned his attention to the navigation computer and began
downloading the hyperspace coordinates for Brentaal. Several moments
later the device began to beep and his hand moved to the hyperdrive
controls. "Hang on," Marc warned her as his hand slid forward and
activated the hyperdrive. The small transport surged forward as it
blasted out of realspace and entered hyperspace towards Brentaal.
Her arms wrapped around the back of his seat lovingly without
touching him, then the moment his hand gripped the controls did she
cling onto the back of the seat instead. Closing her eyes, bounty hunter
or not she hated this part. Once the craft was back at ease did she let
go. "How long until we get there ?"
"It will only take a couple of hours," Marc explained as he toggled
on the autopilot and unstrapped himself from the seat. "You do not have
a weapon, young lady," he was quick to point out as he rose from his
seat and began to move towards the back of the ship. He dropped to his
knees and began searching one of the storage compartments, trying to
find something that might possibly work in this environment.
"Tch. Marc..." She crooned his name softly, and did her best to be as
womanly as she could. with the soft jut of her hips, pressing her chest
out and her hands sliding down invitingly over her body with a gentle
pout of her lips. Once she got his attention, if it worked...if he
watched.. "Oh yes...I have a weapon."
Marc turned to look at her, wondering if she was going to use his
obvious attraction to her every opportunity she got. He looked at her
longingly as he continued to toss junk aside in his quest for a working
blaster. "What kind of weapon?" he asked her, in ignorance of any
possible double meaning.
She laughed, at first it was a slight giggle, then her laugh just
echoed around. Once he'd seen one...right? But maybe for their next
target it wasn't so.. She shook her head and then sat back on her cot,
leaning back against cool metal behind her before her laughter died
slowly"...For being such a smart man, you sure don't have a lot of wits
"Oh don't tell me you want to seduce a Rodian crime lord?" Marc said
disgustedly as he stood up and moved towards her. Sure, the Rodian might
be perverted enough to go for it, but the idea of the slimy creature's
hands crawling all over her caused him to become enraged. He stopped
suddenly, realizing he had been compromised. His feelings for her were
clouding his judgment and he knew it.
She slowly stood up then, inches from him but her eyes were
desperately searching his own. A bit of her curiosity was from amusement
alone, and yet a bit was from a feeling that drifted behind her minds
eye and disappeared. "Why...if it would work as a distraction...it would
make the job easier, quicker...and I could get some credits behind me."
"Don't suppose I could convince you to just let me drop a proton
torpedo on the place, eh?" Marc asked, half-jokingly as he flashed her a
grin, moving towards the cot to take a seat. His mind began to race as
he formulated a plan, trying to conceive the right way to use her
femininity to eliminate the Rodian.
"No." She moved and sat back down on her own cot watching him then
resting her head back a moment "I plan on just walking in..." she
shrugged "Let everything fall into place and you can figure out the rest
from there..." A smirk curled to her lips "Might even let myself look
like I'm captured."
"You're good at getting captured," Marc jokingly said to her as he
thought about it in greater detail. Their ship was speeding rapidly
towards Brentaal and they were running short of time. "That's what we'll
do then," he continued in a more serious tone after remaining silent for
several moments. "We'll make you look like a slave girl and I'll deliver
you to his estate as a gift," he hated the way it sounded, but it was
the only way. "Once we're in his audience ... we'll start blasting, " he
"Perfect..!" She smirked, watching him. Then she got up and began
rummaging through his things, mumbling something about sewing and what a
slave girl looked like, this and that as she grabbed any scrap leather
materials or the like, ripping clothing here and there and began piecing
things together in the time they had left."
"Perfect..." Marc repeated quietly as he looked out the viewport and
tried to focus himself. He had really gotten himself into trouble this
time, but he was confident in his abilities. It was his libido that
worried him. With that he began the process of assembling his weaponry
for the mission to come.
"Marc...have you any string, throngs of any sort?" A slender brow
rose but she would not let him see what she was doing. She was only
ripping up things in which he had clearly discarded as well as the
clothes he had given her to wear before the suit.
"Oh yeah. I have an entire box of thongs right over there in the
corner," Marc said sarcastically. "No. I don't have any thongs," he
snapped at her, getting quite uncomfortable with the thought of her
parading around in a skimpy little outfit in front of some crime lord.
He turned his head and leaned against the bulkhead, trying to calm
himself down, visibly flustered.
A slender brow rose as she watched him, canting her head to the side
before she shook her head "What are you getting so heated for?" She had
fastened a thing piece of metal into a curved needle, ripped tiny shreds
of cloth to fashion into string.
"I just don't like the idea of you parading around like that for some
stunted Rodian," Marc griped as he began the process of assembling his
rifle. He avoided looking over at her as she worked, he had his own
tasks to perform. "I'll deal with it though," he admitted as he snapped
another piece of the large rifle on.
"What's it matter to you anyway..." She was a bit defensive. Granted,
she was touched to have him...care, in whatever fashion he did, but still
it was her choice, yes? She left her fingers work a bit more, hissing
when she pricked her finger but continued on "Almost done..."
"I just ... don't like it..." Marc stammered as he explained himself
to her, trying to figure out for himself what the problem was. Really it
did not make any sense, the plan was tactically sound, and if he could
just keep his head he was sure it would succeed. Was he beginning to
care about her? If he was ... he was as good as dead.
"Tch." She worked quietly and tense minutes passed them by before she
finally stood. There was a moments, no...a few moments of hesitation
before she would slip off her brand new suit and stepped gently out of
it, before she slipped on her new 'outfit.' It looked like a 'modern
day' bikini, however, the back of it curved in more to show off her
rear, not a thong but not as big as a true bottom, the top however tied
only in the back, the material covered all of her bust, but it seemed so
stretched, thin that it did not matter. Before she turned to face him
the woman had pulled her hair up into a messy pony tail, then she
watched his face. "If it goes well...it won't take too long...right?"
Marc tilted his head to look at her. He had to admit that she did an
excellent job and would very much look convincing in the role of a slave
girl. "Well you certainly look like most slave girls I've seen..." he
confessed to her as he rose from the cot and began to examine her more
closely. "It shouldn't take too long at all," he said to her confidently
as he moved closer towards her. "I won't let anything happen to you," he
told her reassuringly as he moved his face down towards hers, placing a
tender kiss upon her lips.
She was...speechless. Her eyes were wide when she watched him come
closer, and closer yet. She bit her lower lip as she glanced up to him,
then the moment he kissed her, her eyes closed slowly. Her hands curled
into fists not knowing what to do...before slowly...her hand relaxed and
she reached up to rest them against his chest. The kiss was
soft...short-lived before she caught herself. Hands jerked back and she
flushed a deep red "...Wh...what was...that for..?" She chewed her lower
lip "...b...besides...I...I thought you weren't...the hero type?"
"That was for luck," Marc explained as he pulled his head back
slowly. His tongue ran across his lips softly, savoring the last taste
of her for just a moment longer. "I'm not the hero type," Marc explained
as he moved back towards the cockpit to check the status of their
journey, "but after introducing you to those two I'd be very embarrassed
if you died on the first operation." He was lying. Clearly she meant
something to him at this point.
"Marc..." She bit her lower lip. Sophia wrapped her arms around
herself over her bare stomach and shuddered. Her eyes lowered and
glanced off to the side. Right, the mission, those two witches...She
suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed in her near nakedness. "Surely.
I'll make no embarrassment to you."
"I have faith in you," Marc finally admitted as he strapped himself
into the cockpit again. His eyes darted to the navigation computer. They
were nearly at the target and it would soon be time to go to work. He
flashed another glance to her, wondering if this first mission would end
up being their last.