The door to the Booze Bullet opens, and several members of the Dawn Voyager crew walk in, waving at the bartender, who waves over a waitress. "Cassi," the bartender says, "Your regulars are here."
Cassi walks up to the Dawn Voyager crew, smiling. "The range again?"
"Yeah. Don't want our skills to die out," Yorke replies.
"Hope Oeh-Wje comes with that job soon," Roar-Ree mutters, "I hate waiting."
"Less complaining, more shooting," BOB-5 says, "Har-Bak's down for the count, so we need at least one more guy who can shoot worth a damn."
The group walks towards the range, ribbing each other. Cassi blows Stefan a kiss as she gets back to working.
The sounds of gunfire echo in the range, followed by the sounds of shells hitting the floor.
"You're getting better, Basta," BOB-5 says, "You hit most of the time now, and usually in a lethal area."
"Good. I'm moving better physically now, too."
"You don't pass out while breathing too fast any more?"
"Nope."
At that, the door to the range opens.
"Yo. Job's on," Oeh-Wje says, walking in, followed by Cassi, who had several glasses of water on a tray.
"Best news I've heard all week," Yorke says, smiling, "What's the job?"
"We hit Terra Prima," Oeh-Wje says. "We've found the location of one of their main heads on this planet - guy named Imran Banks. Even if he's not there, we should get a lot of information from his hideout."
"Nice. Can't wait to shoot those warmongering bastards," Stefan says.
"Little strong there, buddy," BOB-5 says.
"They're the ones who took his arm, Bob. Can't fault him for wanting some revenge. Let's head out. Where is it?"
"'Bout a mile and a half east of the spaceport. You're in charge of the raid, Yorke."
Terra Prima Hideout
Imran Banks sits at his desk, poring over several propaganda poster designs, when his aide comes in.
"Professor Banks! One of our agents has important information for us."
"University's a bombed-out husk. I'm no longer a professor. And which agent?"
"Cassi. Works at the Booze Bullet, in a relationship with Stefan Kanoff."
Imran laughs. "I still can't believe we got her to join. What's her news?"
"The Bliss government has tracked us here. A group of six, including her boyfriend, is headed this way to raid the compound."
"Motherfuck. Evacuate, purge all files. I'll co-ordinate."
"Not sure that's a good idea, sir."
"What? Don't think I can hold my own in a fight?"
"It's not that, sir. Remember the Distress Terracide?"
"Aye. Fuckin' rats got what they deserved."
"Rumor has it that a good chunk of that team is responsible for it."
Imran pales. "Well shit. I'll co-ordinate from the primary safehouse, then. Fight well, die hard."
"Humanity is Strength, sir."