The Journey | By : Arania79 Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 7245 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Just after lifting off from the base he started. She really didn’t like him, but she had to put up with him. Mitch was her copilot, and good at his job, or she would have kicked him off her shuttle after the first day. That was seven months ago, after her previous one had retired.
“Hey Ky, didja hear?” She despised when he called her that.
“Don’t call me that.” She repeated once again. She had lost track of the number of times she had told him that. “Hear what?”
“There’s a multiple murderer on the planet. I heard some cops talking over lunch about him being in the city.” He bragged, leaning back in his seat and propping his feet up onto the console. “They almost had him, but he slipped into some shit hole bar and got away. He’s worth like ninety thousand creds.”
She sighed and pressed a button, making a minor adjustment in the course. “That’s a lot. He had to have done something horrid.” Honestly, she didn’t care, but this line of talk would keep him from hitting on her and trying to get her to change her mind about leaving. “Hear anything else.”
As he kept talking she let her own thoughts wander, responding occasionally with an “uh huh”. She knew that it was odd for her to have invited the man she had helped that morning to come with them. She did know that she would need some strong people, and there was no denying he was physically capable. When he had stopped running, it had taken him no time at all to get his breath back. She was no weakling, but she also knew the more strong people they had on that ship, the better the odds of getting the buildings set up before cold weather hit.
“Hmm?” She looked at Mitch. “What was that?”
“Wanted to know if you’d go and see the new band playing at the Twister tonight. They’re supposed to be really good, they’ve played on like five planets.”
“Mitch, you know the answer to that. I have too much to do, and I am leaving tomorrow anyway.” She sighed. She had hoped to avoid this, but it looked like luck wasn’t with her today.
“Come on Kylie, you know you’ll be back here in the city within six months.” He was looking at her intently. “Why not skip all that and go out with me, I’d take good care of you.”
She avoided returning the look. “Mitch, I am not interested, never was, never will be. If you can’t get it into your head that I don’t mix work and pleasure, not to mention even if I did, you are not my type, then that’s your problem. If you bring it up again I will report you, I really don’t care at this point, I am not going to be here, but you’ll go through the whole investigation. Now shut up and work, we’re approaching orbit.”
The remainder of the trip went uneventfully, and he didn’t bring the topic up again.
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