I’m sure I could dredge up some sense of enjoyment.”
“Not now, Rick,” the captain said. “Answers first, murder second. Ready to talk yet?”
Delphine remained silent. It was somewhat harder to do so than it had been five minutes ago.
“You sure we can’t expedite the process a bit, Captain?” Chapel asked.
“Is this going to be a problem?” Ingram furrowed his brow. “Because this sort of sounds like this is going to be a problem.”
“I’m just glad to see the mighty Richard has a temper like the rest of us,” Monroe sighed.
“Custer, I swear to God—”
“Aw, come one, Dick, you know I don’t mean anything by it.”
“Can you be serious for five fucking minutes?” Chapel seethed. “She hit Zosha. She could have killed her if Hyde hadn’t tranqed her fast enough.”
“But he did,” Monroe answered breezily, “and thus, your lovely girlfriend is saved from an assassin who, more likely than not, went after you and tripped over her.”
“You—”
“It’s a decent question,” Heathcoat chimed in, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulder as she tilted her head. “Was she aiming for Rick and ran into Zosha? Or was she after Zosha?”
“Both,” Delphine said.
Every head in the room turned towards her as she tensed. She hadn’t meant to speak, hadn’t even known she was going to until she already had.
Sloppy .
“Good to know,” Heathcoat said slowly, taking a step forward. “And were you targeting anyone in our crew other than them? I assume you were. They aren’t involved in anything that the rest of us aren’t.”
Delphine kept her jaw clenched tight. As long as she focused, she could keep herself from saying anything she shouldn’t. The question was, was it worth it? What were the advantages of remaining silent versus revealing information that wouldn’t help them in the long run? She didn’t think she could lie convincingly with the drugs still in her system.
She considered her options, thinking about the reputation of the people in front of her and of skill of the people they would send to finish her job.
“Kane, Chapel, and Ingram,” she said at last. “As well as any of the other crew members I could kill.”
“That’s a bit ambitious for one person, don’t you think?” the captain asked, apparently unfazed by the knowledge he was a principle target. “Did you really think you could take out three of us, minimum, and then get away unscathed?”
“I didn’t think about it at all,” Delphine responded.
“So, what, you decided to kamikaze us? Now, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have no idea who you are. Just what did we do to you that made you want to go out in a blaze of glory slaughtering us?”
Delphine shifted, stretching as much as she could with the restraints in place. “We have never encountered each other, Captain Ingram.”
“See, I didn’t think so,” he said, shaking a finger at her. “But the thing is, that would mean you’re a hired gun, and I know from experience that they generally don’t take jobs they don’t think they’ll survive to see payment for.”
“I was not hired,” Delphine answered, “but I am doing this on behalf of my employer.”
“Okay, is she actually going to answer our questions?” Jones asked. “Or is she just going to play fucking mind games?”
“I think we should leave her,” Banner said quietly. “She’s not going anywhere, and whether or not someone’s after us, we still need to clear the system. The dock guards’ll blast us out of the sky if they have the chance.”
“I don’t like the idea of leaving her unguarded,” Chapel said.
“Where’s she gonna go?” Jones scoffed.
“She’s on a suicide mission that involves killing us,” Chapel retorted. “If she gets out of here she could still hurt one of us before we knew she was out.” His arm around Kane tightened.
“Custer,” Ingram said. “You’re on guard duty. With any
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