I can’t tell how long we’ve been standing there, in a fog of my admission, her arm wrapped around me, her hand on my flesh, my hand pressed against hers. Felt like forever. Wasn’t long enough. “Son of a raped pig, do you read?” “Fuck off, Vladimir.” I turn to look at Scarlett, who has pulled away from me at this intrusion by the HF. “It’s two of the bounty hunters,” I say. “No shit,” she says. “How many cats you have in bag right now?” Vlad asks. “Speak English,” O’Shea radios back. “Bounties. How many in ship? I find it hard to believe you make two bounty like this, but I’m going through ship scans, and I see three warm on ship of yours, and I know you have no friends, no girlfriend. So how you get so lucky, boy of bacon?” “That’s Vladimir,”
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