“The Sweet sisters.”
“Anyone but them.”
The Sweet sisters were anything but.Backstabbing.Conniving.Opportunistic.All appropriate adjectives.
But sweet?Never.
Those two had zero loyalty to anyone and would steal the last credit from their own grandma if they thought they could get away with it.
“We’re not exactly rolling in options,” Jin pointed out.
“Do I need to remind you what happened last time we worked with them?”
They stole their salvage and nearly destroyed theWanderer’sengines.Kira and Jin had drifted for two weeks before they could cobble together enough Tsavitee tech to limp back to port.
“Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“What about Dallas or Zip?”Kira asked.
“Dead.”
“Both of them?”
“Misjudged the defenses of a Tsavitee Goliath.”
“Damn.”
Kira had attempted a salvage on a Goliath exactly once.It was the closest she’d come to death post war.The extensive defensive measures built into every ship made them notoriously difficult to salvage, to the point they were considered something of a white whale by many in the business.Successfully recovering tech from one guaranteed you a certain reputation.Not to mention the reward you could earn.One that was commensurate with the level of danger you braved.It was enough to set you up in a nice retirement.
“The Sweet sisters aren’t an option.Not even as a last resort,” Kira said.“Keep looking.Everyone can’t be dead.Someone has to be there.”
They’d spent several years in and out of Titan and Omega.Plenty of time to cultivate a healthy number of contacts.Granted, Kira wasn’t the friendliest of individuals, but she hadn’t lived under a rock either.There had to be someone.
“I’ll look again,” Jin said in resignation.
“Thanks.Update me when we’re ready to dock.”
Jin grumbled but was already in the process of turning back to his search.“What will you be doing?I can’t be the only one always working.”
Kira slung an arm around his neck and gave him a light squeeze.“You won’t be.I promise.”
She let him go and straightened.While he ran down their old contacts, she had a very important task of her own to attend to.
This was disgusting.
Kira tried not to gag, wishing for a hazmat suit as she dug through the mound of discarded clothing covering the floor of the captain’s quarters.
Her skin crawled with imaginary bugs as she pinched an item between two fingers and held it up to examine.
A mysterious white substance stained the front.
“So gross.”
Kira dropped the top, resisting the urge to wipe her hand on her pants.She didn’t want that shit on her clothes.It would never come out.
“Tell me what we’re looking for and maybe I can help,” Finn offered.
Kira side-eyed him, her expression saying more than words ever could.
