Aru'e

The back booth

Here's the second part of the double update!

Tw: Alcohal, bit of violence.

~Amita~

"Mission," Hunter said simply, handing me a blaster.

"What's the mission?" I asked, examining the weapon.

"Someone who runs a bar has seen having rebels meeting in a booth in the bar," Hunter told me. "We're going to see if it's actually rebels, or if they're lying."

"And you're bringing me along?" I skeptically asked. "I thought you didn't want me in contact with any rebels."

Hunter scoffed. "We're not talking with the rebels. We're killing them."

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows. "You're not even gonna interrogate them? We're just going straight to murder?"

"It'll be okay, Amita," Wrecker assured me. "You'll get used to it."

"Fine. But I'm not killing anyone," I grumbled. "And you have to buy me a drink."

"Crosshair will walk you down to the ship," Hunter said, waving him over. "Tech's there already."

I carried the blaster while we walked to the hanger, deep in thought. I liked Crosshair. He was quiet, and while I could be loud sometimes, it was refreshing to have some silence.

"Whatever," Crosshair suddenly said.

"Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"You were talking out loud," Crosshair scowled.

"Ooos," I sheepishly said. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine. Tech does that sometimes," Crosshair spoke, telling me something I hadn't known. "I've gotten used to it."

"Speaking of Tech," I lowly said, glancing around to make sure we were alone in the hallways. "He sneaked away and wouldn't tell me where he'd gone."

"And?" Crosshair asked.

"Do you know where he could've gone?" I asked.

"No. And I don't really care either," Crosshair shrugged. "If it was important he would've told us."

I groaned. "You guys suck! You don't even care that he's keeping a secret?"

"He's my brother and I trust him with my life," Crosshair said. "If he doesn't want to tell us where he went, I trust that it isn't important."

"You just trust him like that?" I inquired. "You're not at all suspicious?"

"Nope."

We stopped at the shop, and Crosshair escorted me aboard. Tech grinned at me, eyes glinting behind his goggles.

"What's with the scary face?" I tilted my head at him, feeling excitement rolling off him, and a twinge of guilt.

"Nothing to worry yourself with," Tech said, eyes flicking to Crosshair. 

Fear sliced through me. "What did you do?"

Tech ignored me and turned to the controls, guilt working its way to the surface. Crosshair felt confused, yet his face didn't reveal his emotions.

I settled into my seat with a sigh, preparing myself for the mission.