Anival sat muttering curses, somehow his fighter had been immobilized. The fighter floated in the dead of space, waiting for someone to respond to his signal, finally his comm beeped.

“Anival, what the hell happened to you?”

“I honestly don't know, now get that tractor beam of yours working and get me out of here, I think my backside is asleep.”

Anival heard Joamer laugh heartily, then the small fighter started moving, he was being pulled in to Joamers hangar. Anival felt the fighter lurch as it hit the durasteel of the fighter bay. Anival popped the latch and jumped out of the fighter, he almost fell, his legs were stiff and had fallen asleep. Stomping his feet on the ground after a few minutes helped.

Walking around to see the damage, was something that Anival was dreading. A gasp escaped Anival's lips, the thrusters were completely destroyed, it was a wonder he had survived, Anival thanked all the gods, both human and alien alike.

“Wow, were you fighting with a fusion cutter or what?” asked Joamer as he inspected Anivals vessel, he seemed drawn.

“No clue but we need to land somewhere, for repairs and rest, your ship is totaled.”

“Yes. We do need to land somewhere.”

Anival vaguely remembered where they were, a couple of planets popped into his head.

“Lannik?” suggested Anival.

Joamer seemed to mull over it, probably weighing it in his head.

“Lannik” agreed Joamer.

“Oh and another thing, I need to get my theta in here so I can get back to the Olympian.”

“Do it.” said Joamer before he stalked off.

-------------------------------------------------Six Hours later 0600 ---------------------------------------------

“Sir we are clearing hyperspace.”

Anival awaited the exit from hyperspace, even after all the flights he had been on, space made him queasy, it was the feeling of being insignificant. One live didn't matter out in space, it took you, just like an ocean.

“Sir we are landing on a remote side of the planet, in approximately one hour.”

“Proceed.” muttered. He was thinking of the expenses he had suffered over the short trip, all the repairs would have to come from the YFC's budget, and it all had to be top grade, he wouldn't have it any other way, and he was sure Joamer wouldn't either.

After an hour of anxiety they landed, it wasn't a spaceport, it was an enormous clearing it could probably accommodate most of the ships that were landing capable.

As soon as the Theta was firmly on ground, Anival exited and took in a breath of fresh air, the weather was nice, if a bit humid, after a quick stretch Anival commed everyone.

“Alright guys, after you land meet by the Theta, quick head count and a damage report.”

----------------------------------After Landing, The Riestlin---------------------------------------------------------

“Grahim, Hassar, Bacredi. Please take a seat, everyone should be here momentarily.”

They sat and a druid brought them drinks, after a while Rain walked in, Anival had the faint idea that she had been a gymnast before joining the Empire, not that it mattered everyone in the VE had walked different paths, but what did matter was that they were all entwined now.

“Take a seat, we are waiting for Joamer.”

Anival glanced at his chrono Joamer was an hour late, he got sick of waiting and stood up.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Anival didn't wait for an acknowledgement, he walked out briskly, as soon as he was out of earshot he commed Joamer.

“Whats taking so long?”

“Having a butt of a problem landing.”

“Ah, I see, anyway you could speed it up?”

“I'm trying you spaceworm.”

Anival sighed and terminated the message, he walked back into the room and took a seat, the others just looked at him, it was quite an addition to the company, but it was a great investment, they were all good soldiers, and Joamer and Anival couldn't handle it all. The stress was sometime noticeable. Finally Joamer entered, an hour and a half later, he looked tired, just like Anival felt.

“Alright. Lets get this underway. Damage report.”

Joamer went into full detail before finishing with a small summary.

“Well The Hunter Gratzner took heavy damage, it will take at least two days of hard work to patch her up.

“And you Bacredi?”

“pretty much the same as Joamer.”


Anival nodded and cupped his hands in front of his face and took a deep sigh.

“I'm afraid to ask, Zeshaun how many fighters did we loose?”

“About sixteen sir.”

Anival cursed and looked at Rain, he relaxed, and asked smoothly.

“Did you take any damage rain?”

“Well, I died.”

At first Anival didn't know what to say, he was taken back, it took him a while to realize she had made a joke, Anival smiled, then remembered the job at hand.

“Really, did you take any damage?”

“Minimal damage, mostly to the starboard engine.”

Anival nodded a bit of good news.

“My fighter is down completely, apart from that only some engine damage as well, and my shields on the Theta have to be replaced, and the hangar on the Olympian also needs repaired. So two days. Everything goes on the YFC budget, now don't go crazy, but if you want something don't hesitate, we will camp here, and I have three speeder-bikes that we can use to get parts, we just need to know who will go out and buy the parts. I will be one of the ones going, anybody else that wants to go meet me at 1200 by the Theta. Good luck, and this is over.”

OOC:

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Lannik_%28planet%29

"Sorry I'm late." Rain called as she trotted up to the too men. Her delay was due in part to her copilot's over protective nature. Sira knew nothing of these men and she had wanted to find out before she allowed her boss out of her sight. Rain had merely laughed and gave Sira her permission to run a quick background on them. Not that she found much but what the other woman did find suggested she would trust them far enough not to cause any intentional harm to her friend.

Anival looked at her and raised his brows. "We were going to leave without you." He said. "Except we have to wait for the others as well. so really I suppose you could say that you are early."

Rain raised a thin brow of her own. " Then why don't you just leave without them?" She appeared all to serious and again Anival looked confused as to whether she was joking or not. "I'm kidding." Rain said cocking a one sided grin in his direction.

"What about repairs to your own ship?" Bacredi asked the red head. "I would have thought you would like to supervise it yourself." He glanced at Rain with blue eyes.

"Sira is the mechanical genius in my crew. I'm capable enough but the Shatterpoint is as much her ship as it is mine." Rain replied stowing her gear in the shuttle that would take them where they needed to go. "Besides, she's driving me mad with all her suspicions about you and Anival." She winked at the two men.

In short time the others that were going made their individual appearances. Rain only nodded to the others and fell back into her own thoughts.

They all entered the café…which turned out to be a low scale cantina full of a strange species from Ithorian to Rodian. Bacredi’s pistol was hidden under his sand poncho—his S-5 Ascension Blaster Pistol—and in a scum area like this Bacredi might be forced to use it. The group split up with half of them taking a booth and the other half taking a table near it. They all ordered drinks when the automated waiter came around and soon enough an R-5 unit came around with its drink holster and dropped off the drinks to everyone.

“I can’t stay long—these supplies are going to be hard to find.” Bacredi told the group, downing half of his water and then he got up and excused himself.

“I’ll come along, I need to find parts as well.” Hassar said, the Zabrak got up with his blaster pistol clipped to his belt.

“We’ll be on com if you need us.” The two walked out of the café and onto the street. The streets reminded Bacredi of the streets of Mos Eisley, half deserted but there were stragglers in the alleys just peaking out onto the main roads. Both of them began to walk down the street, and two Zabraks walked out of an alleyway, no ceremonial tattoos, just blasters on the side.

They both nodded at the Zabraks and moved along the road. Bacredi and Hassar then entered the shop on the right side after walking about five minutes; it was a droid shop and a speeder shop, which sold capital ship parts in bulk order. Astromechs and protocol droids littered the room with blasters on the wall and outside the shop were large parts that he couldn’t exactly tell what they would fit in.

An Ithorian scuffly exited the shop out of a back door and a human came up to the front counter. “How can I help you?” the human seemed excited to see a customer.

Bacredi handed him a memory chip, “Insert this into your computer and cross reference them to your parts. Any parts you have that are in working condition I will buy.”

“Very well…” the human looked pleased as the list came up. He pressed a button on his keyboard and it showed up onto the larger screen behind him. It showed 17 out of 19 parts for the Devonshire, 18 out of 18 parts for St. Albans, 56 out of 97 parts for the starfighters, and none for the other support ships. The price on the bottom of the computer screen was 1,901,450.78 ICs. Shit… “Okay. Here you go,” Bacredi handed the man his card and the man swiped it.

“Thank you!” The man said as he started to grow a bigger smile. “The parts will be outside in our storage pickup hangar. How will you pick it up?”

“Do you have a landing strip near it that can fit two GR-75s?” Bacredi asked.

“Yeah…I think. Well, let’s try; when do you want to pick them up?”

“A couple hours at the most.”

The cantina was quieter in the corner Helena had chosen to sit down at. Joamer rested his hand on his R1-A Particle Magnum, his floor length leather coat covered most of it, but in a place like this it was always good to least them them know you were prepared. The rare pistol was one one of the toys he carried on his person. A minute later after talking to a middle aged man briefly he dragged one of her two bags over to the table and sat down.

"Not going out to buy parts like the others?" Helena asked quietly. Her hands were wrapped around her mug of ale, and her eyes downcast.

"No need, my XO is taking care of it." Joamer said as he studied the wood grain design on the tabletop. It had been years since they had seen each other. Almost ten to be exact, the uncertainty of what to say left them staring off into the distant past.

"Was he that strange man you were talking to a few minutes ago?" She asked after a long silence.

"He was indeed, he has the list of parts my ship needs. She took a heavy beating during the battle. Though, her being the flagship of this little cargo fleet we have it's her job to take a beating." Joamer said softly, as he watched Helena's fingers play over the mug.

"I keep hearing about this bloody ship of yours." Helena said with sudden anger in her voice, Joamer, even after all this time, still detected the playfulness she always had in whatever she said. Though, this time it was more anger.

"Not what you expect from a retired Army grunt I guess. She's a older model Bothan Assault Frigate. Bought her with the money I used from all the long years in the army." Joamer said with a half smile.

"Anival said something about me being needed?" The petite girl asked after the silence had become too much.

"I need a chief medical officer, you were my first choice." Joamer said after a few seconds.

"You the captain, and me the medical officer?" She asked quietly, he detected something odd in her voice, but he could not place what it was.

"The pay is good, best ship in the fleet so when things get rough you stand the best chance at survival. It's a different thrill than being on the ground when the explosions start to go off.

"Why did you leave us?" She asked suddenly, her voice gaining strength as she looked up to glare at him. "You left me all alone, just up and vanished one day. Two weeks later we receive your resignation letter. Not a single word for ten years, you don't do that to people."

"I couldn't handle it anymore, I was getting in too deep with people." Joamer said as he looked up at her.

"People." She mumbled, her eyes going narrower. "Good enough excuse I guess. Funny thing is, I retired shortly after you did and went back home. Rizzit contacted me about being needed, the message coming from Anival I figured you would be involved."

He heard her sigh for a long moment, he saw the twin guns sitting on her belt when she came in, he had smiled when he knew she had kept them.

"Alright, I accept your offer. I get my own quarters right?" She asked after a moment, her old grin coming back to her face.

"With a lockable door too." Joamer said, as he sat back and laughed softly.

Anival sat contemplating his drink, he hadn't seen Helena in quite some time, and it was always better to work with a familiar face.

“Well Rain basically I want to offer you employment, you seem to have nice ships, and you seem trustworthy, I hope I don't make a mistake, think about it first.” Anival finished his drink and slid her the business charge chip, for the parts she needed, and got up. Anival motioned to Joamer that he was leaving and he nodded.

Anival walked out the door and examined the town a second time, he looked back and noticed Rain looking behind her, she seemed to be thinking. Anival nodded to himself and walked out to find the parts he needed. He bumped into someone and his first thought was to insult them, but he thought better of it and apologized.

Anival sent a note on his data pad:




RECIEPENT: Bacredi, Zhar.
SENT FROM: Velasquez, Anival.
SUBJECT: Fighter Parts.

Bacredi, if you wouldn't mind picking up some parts for me, it would be appreciated. The list is included.



Anival looked up and was about to turn off his data pad when he received another message, it couldn't be Bacredi, he had just sent the message.




RECIEPENT: Anival Velasquez
SENT FROM: Captain R'iol
SUBJECT: Emergency

Sir, a ship has been stolen, we don't know how it was taken, nobody was seen, but the Riestlin was taken, I know that there is some important information aboard the vessel, so I sent you this message and the Hermis I is waiting for you about 100 meters from the city. We believe there are hostiles in the area so we have sent a part of ten men, along with your personal armor and some weapons.




Anival shouted a curse, a few patrons entering the small cafe looked at him, as did Joamer, and Rain. Anival ran off in the direction, again he bumped into somebody, but this time he was glad.

“Zesh follow me, a ship has been stolen, we need to get back immediately.”

Zeshaun nodded and the broke at a trot, they ran for about 90 meters before they saw Hermis I hovering about a foot off the ground, Anival leaped and landed, he heard the thud of Zeshaun and ordered the ten men to stay and guard the Intruder I and tell Joamer what had happened, discreetly of course, and Bacredi as well, but to keep it secret from the others.

The men nodded and got off the Hermis and they took off.

OOC:

Only me and Zeshaun know right now, Joamer and bacredi don't find out until everyone is ready to leave, then one of the guard dudes pulls them both to tell them. The rest of you won't know till later. And in case my post was too vague, me and Zeshuan aren't in twon we left in an MAAT/i [Hermis I] while we arrived in a LAAT/i [Intruder I]

OOC:

Alright as per My and Zeshuan posts, just so as to not cause confusion. You guys do not know a ship was stolen. You do not know some guys were killed etc,etc until you arrive at our camp.

When you do post, you will not find out the ship was stolen, the people that will know as of now are, Bacredi and Joamer, but that is when you as a group are starting to leave, you will find ten soldiers, and one of them will pull Joamer and Bacredi away, and tell them.

Just a message, not an actual post.

Bacredi had changed into a suit and tie by the time he got back to the bar, conforming from his old dress from earlier that day. His briefcase still held his pistols and Hassar was pulling up the rear with his blaster. Bacredi entered the bar and sat with Joamer and Helena, making small talk for about five minutes until his com rang. “Bacredi.”

“Bacredi, your parts are ready for delivery.” The man he had bought the parts from earlier hung up rudely on Bacredi. Bacredi nodded and told the rest of the groups that the parts he had bought for them earlier. They all got up to leave and exited briskly, outside was a group of 10 patrolling soldiers and about twenty meters, suddenly Bright came running up to them followed by the soldiers, she had come out of nowhere.

“Bacredi, Joamer, there’s a transport waiting over there. Anival wants you to meet him ASAP!” Bacredi and Joamer both sprinted, but they both got worn down rather quickly as the wind began to pick up. They jumped into the LAAT/I that was waiting on the outskirts of the city for them as the rest of the group hopped into another LAAT. The LAAT flew back to the base camp with impressive speed and Bacredi and Joamer were briefed on the way.

“Could it of left the planet yet?” Bacredi asked Anival as the LAAT landed.

“We have no idea, but it could’ve easily just gone to another location on the planet.” Anival replied.

“Copy,” Bacredi put his earpiece in and extended the speaker. “Devonshire do you read me?”

“Loud and clear, Bacredi.” Captain James Say replied, who was the captain of the Devonshire.

“I need you to come into the atmosphere with the frigate and jettison Light Wing to scour the area around this planet. We have a missing ship.”

“Uh…affirmative, sir.”

-- -- -- -- -- -- --

“The search procured nothing, this ship has definitely gone off the planet.” The speeders reported back an hour later after their search had drawn up nothing.

“Copy…Anival, you hear this?”

“Yeah. Loud and clear.”

“My fleet wasn’t spread out all over the surface of the planet…they could of easily come in from the backside of the planet where my men weren’t.” Bacredi told Anival, he should’ve spread patrols out all around the planet. “I’m heading up to the Invincible right now and I’ll be on my ship preparing the flotilla. Bright, if you get an lead on the tracking device send me the coordinates or destination of the ship and we’ll be on it immediately.”

“Copy,” an echo came from the entire room. Bacredi exited the room and boarded the GR-75 that was directly outside the camp, it was the Smuggler’s Moon. He walked up the ramp and it closed immediately. The ship lifted up into the air as Bacredi took a seat right next to the boarding ramp (this ship was in fact a transport). Ten or so minutes after liftoff the ship connected via connecting tunnel to the Invincible and Bacredi walked off the ship and into the airlock of the Invincible. Bacredi went onto the bridge (which was ten doors down after he entered the hallway) and began to issue orders.

“Line the ships up with us at the lead, the four Bothan Assault Frigates in four-side of the dice formation behind us…all hyperspace able starfighters around the frigates, and all transports behind them. I want the Conquest and the St. Albans to be pulling up the rear…actually, scratch my plans for all of the transports for being in the same place, put all of my Gozanti cruisers with the frigates.” Bacredi ordered the entire bridge crew and all of the communication officers reacted with pristine form, coming all of the ships to get in that formation. In five minutes everything had been set.

Anival sat at his make-shift desk, papers in dissaray on the floor, his sleeves scrunched up to his elbows, tie loose, the shirt was still tucked in but wrinkled, he wrote furoiusly on a piece of paper on the desk. They had to find the Riestlin, there just wasn't any other excuse for what had happened, he should have taken the manifest of the ship and into Joamers frigate, it would have been much safer.

Anival picked up his datapad and sent a message to all the others. It was a relative short message and unique for each one, giving specific orders, or asking for small favors, but the messages were basically the same, get the ships prep for take off. What was eating Anival the most was the fact that Rain hadn't  said anything about the stolen Theta, maybe he had just given them too little time, he felt as if an eternity had passed by.


Anival stood and ran his hand through his hair, it was time he started doing more, his left arm was bugging him, the pain sensors implanted in his arm were somehow damaged, and they sent jolts of pain through his arm at the most peculiar of times.

“Anival!” Anival turned around in time to see Zeshaun run up to him.

“Yes?” asked Anival, clearly irritated to be disrupted from his thoughts.

“You're parts are in The Olympian, Bacredi told me you had asked him to pick up the parts for you.”

Anival nodded on thanks, then remembered something.

“Zesh, shouldn't you be with Bacredi, I mean we are taking off.”

“What?!” asked Zeshaun in disbelief.

“Yes, I just sent you a message not too long ago.”

“Well, I better go then.” He waved and ran off.

Anival rubbed his eyes and rubbed his arm, he flinched when he touched the exposed metal, it was am eye opener, and with renewed confidence he stalked to the Olympian, he ordered it to lift off, and in no time at all they were airborne, hovering outside the planets gravitational pull, looking down at it, it looked pitiful from that height, although the site was beautiful it seemed fragile.

As soon as everyone was off-planet Anival sent an encrypted message, they were to all meet in Hunter Gratzner, were they would be given the co-ordinates and briefed. Anival wouldn't say anything, but he believed a leak to be one of the members, He had ruled out Helena and Rain, they had both joined after the cargo had been loaded, and Hassar was almost of the list, almost.

Anival didn't even change he wanted to be there when they all arrived, he wanted them to see the state he was in, the exposed metal would shake them up, all except Joamer, or he thought. And seeing him all disheveled would give one of them satisfaction,assuming one of them was a spy of sorts,  but he also needed to give them the co-ordinates.

OOC:

Alright post up, basically I know the repairs aren't complete, thats were the next stage come in

For now you just have to get to Joamers ship

Anival watched as one by one, the members of the now ten member company, it would be hell trying to pay them, but as long as the contracts kept coming in, he was content to have them all aboard, all the stress was starting to pile on, and having help was a relief he would pay anything for.

“Alright thank you for coming, Joamer will do the briefing.”

Joamer cleared his throat. “Alright, as you know we have sustained damage, but Bacredi has successfully located the ship, it is located somewhere around this area here.” Joamer pressed a button and a starchart sprang from a holoprojecter in the middle of the table.

“Now, there is also a repair station located in that area, our plan is to go there, pretend we know nothing about were the ship is, and get the repairs done there, this will not only let us repair faster, but we have a plan to  box the ship in, Bacredi will explain.”

Anival watched as Joamer pressed a button and the starchart disappeared with a more in depth map, showing the reapir station, it looked complex, with droids working on certain ships.

“Alright, we will only send the most damaged ships, the hunter gratzner, and any other ships that might need to refuel or important repairs, then we will call in a friend, Hunter Morrell,  he will help us box in the ship and the thief from trying to escape, sort of like a blockade, since the ship is small, and the station is small, we can blockade the repair station.”

“That’s all your dismissed.” Joamer followed the breifing.

“All but Rain, and Zeshaun.” Anival chimed in with an air of amusement, he wanted to see if they would panic or not, he was surprised by their faces, he shouldn’t have been surprised, they were after all ex-soldiers.

“Well, Joamer, Bacredi and myself have had a talk, and we think you should be able to access….more sensitive information, as you know we are pursiung our stolen ship, but, not just for sentimental value.”

“I thought as much.” replied Rain.

“Yes, you guys are sharp. So now the information that must stay between us four, in the ship, there is a locker, a smugglers cabin if you will.” Anival looked at Rain, knowing she would understand better. “Now, in that locker there is a cargo “manifest” of sorts, it has what we must take, and what we must bring back, now we need that in order to finish this assignment.”

Zeshaun and Rain nodded, both understanding the importance of getting the Theta back.

“Alright remember keep it between us, also, here, these are your new security cards, from now on you will know all the facts that will be vital to missions.” Anival said handing over a pair of white and red stripped cards, both engraved with there name and the YFC logo.

“But not everything correct?” asked Rain.

Anival smiled, “correct”



“Joamer are you sure its wise to go in fighters?”

“Yes, mines damaged and yours needs to be repaired as well.”

“Makes sense”

“Sir the Theta is is leaving! Calling Hunter in now!”

“What?! How did it know?!”

Anival aimed his fighter that could barely outrun a bantha at the bay in witch the Theta was being held. Joamer did the same.

“Hunter here.” Came a booming voice, and a ship Anival couldn’t name came out of Hyperspace, as did some other ships, some looked if they were Bacredi’s.

“Welcome hunter, the Theta is leaving, repeat the Theta is leaving we need to capture it now!”

“Alright, but don’t be so bossy.”

Anival bit back a retort, what happened next would always stay in Anival mind, the Theta opened fire on Joamers fighter, the burst hit the fighter like a Krayt Dragon tackling a mynock, the fighter spinout of control and rolled towards the station, it crashed near a docking arm, Hunters ship fired one started to well placed burst and the Theta just stopped, frozen in space, minutes later it was being drawn into the Hunter Gratzners docking bay.

“Attention Hunter Gratzner, send Helena down to the repair station, and concerning the Theta throw ALL passengers into the brig, do not kill any of them no matter what.”

“Copy that.”



The ships had been docked and were being repaired, and everything was now alright, Rain reported the manifest was in her possession and safe, Joamer however was not. He lay in the bed, his wounds almost all cleared up, the bacta had worked wonders, but he still had a slight cut on the right of his temple, and there were scars all over his hands. The doctors said he was weakening by the minute, and there wasn’t anything he could do, it was a miracle he had survived.

“Hey Jo.”

“Hey.” replied Joamer weakly.

“Anival, I want you to do something for me.”

“What?”

“Take my ship, and take care of her.”

“What?”

“I’m a goner, and I leave you my most valuable possessions”

“I’ll take care of them until your better.”

Joamer nodded, and closed his eyes, and reopened them, “can you send Hel in?”

Anival nodded and left the room, later while in conversing with hunter he had the news Joamer was no longer functional, he was a complete vegetable. Anival nodded and took the information with a stoic face.

“Well Hunter, nice to talk to you, make sure you talk to Bacredi.”

Anival walked off into the bar that was located in the repair station, once there he ordered a strong drink, he didn’t usually drink, but he was going to today, he wasn’t toasting to Joamer, he was toasting fate, apparently, a wraith could be taken down, but not killed.

OOC:

Ship is found, Bright is going through the ship looking for the manifest (Before the medical bay thing) Credi and Hunter are talking, etc, roam the place, ships are being repaired expertly, Objectives : Interogate the people who took the ship, find some sort of message (Bright finds that in the ship, its encoded)
Zesh and credi interrogate the prisoners, and the rest of you do stuff.

The RAF contingent of ships: Conquest, Invincible, Devonshire, Bedford, St. Albans, Somerset, and the Iron Duke. The capital ships were surrounded by close to twenty five support ships and ten squadrons of fighters. Bacredi and Zeshaun were both in the Devonshire, while the prisoners were all being stored in one of the cells. The RAF contingent had moved past the fleet and further past any scouts they had sent out.

Bacredi and Zeshaun were both viewing the prisoners through a camera feed, Bacredi reached out and pressed a communications button for the Med Bay. “Send doctors in to check their health status.”

“Very well,” a man’s voice came back through the com.

“Zeshaun, stay here. After they’re done with their inspection begin your interrogation, I’m going to separate them into different cells and start with a real interrogation.” Bacredi walked out of the room and ordered one of the guards to separate them; Bacredi entered one of the cells a minute later. A stocky man with black hair and white skin sat at one of the tables, his hair disheveled. Bacredi buttoned the second button on his three button suit and straightened his tie.

“Name?” Bacredi asked the man. His rank badge labeled him as a Ensign. “Name, ensign?” Bacredi leaned over the man and put his hand on the table.

“Piss off,” the ensign replied and spat in Bacredi’s face.

“Very well,” Bacredi said and wiped the spit off his face.     Bacredi snapped and ten seconds later Zeshaun entered the room, Bacredi immediately exited. He closed the door behind him and looked at the guard by the door, “com the bridge when he’s done. I’ll be there.”