text: Marsh heard a loud clank from the engine room. “Open the gorram hatch, white man,” Kunta hissed in pain. Letting him into the craft through the emergency hatch, Marsh shuts the hatch and locks it. “How much blood did you loose ? Jesus!” “Bellona. She shot me,” revealed Kunta ,“She’s aligned her interests with the Syndicate.” “That’s bull,” dismissed Marsh. “Got some flesh and a peeking bone that says otherwise . She gon’ pay. I’m not the kind of man you flip sides on” “Why would she? After so many years, betray the revolution like that. Or me.” Marsh began to reason. “Fool! It Don’t make the slightest difference why she done it. She ain’t gon’ like being on the other end of this gunshot,” Kunta bellowed as he stapled his wound shut, “this mission is a gorram trainwreck is what it is. Where is Henley?” “He left to get me a crunk propeller for the rear shaft. Should have returned by now.” “Where do you think he gon’ find a propeller on a station full of Laserjets?” “The syndicate Arrowhead ships have backup propellers,” Marsh lights up as he hears Henley’s rover pull up besides the ship, “you alright Henley ? Did you find it ?” “There were Syndicate soldiers everywhere man. I couldn’t get anywhere near an Arrowhead class ship. Our cover is blown ,they’ve looking for us . Did you retrieve the package Kunta ?” “Bellona has finked on us. She tipped them off, Henley. Wretched woman. Shot me right through the deltoid . Lost her gorram mind.” “Bellona flipped? I wouldn’t believe you but after the ruckus I just saw out there, I think I might’ve even seen her with the Syndicate soldiers,” Henley declared. “So, Marsh, this ship gon’ fly or what ? Seeing as you still don’t got no propellers.” “If there is any power left in the barette engine, she might take off, but that’s pretty much it,” Marsh divulged, “she wont get us out of this station, let alone the atmosphere.” “Have you ever been captured by the Syndicate , young ’un ? Ever get questioned by them ? Ever had your toenails turned inside out ? ” Henley solicited, “I hope you get this thing started before we are surrounded by Arrowheads and you lose a couple fingers getting questioned about something you know nothing about .” “Give it a whirl kid,” Kunta interjected. Marsh boosted up the engine muttering to himself, “No.. systems.. ready.. to go.” The Carrier class ship lit up with a zhyyiuu sound, rose 20 metres in the air and hovered a bit before crashing back down with a thunderous cacophony, followed by loud sirens throughout the space station. Promptly, an Arrowhead class Syndicate Laserjet lowered besides the crashed ship. “Die before you are captured!” howled Henley, aiming his blaster. The airlock released the hatch revealing a woman. “Bellona ?” “Need a ride ?”she smirked “I got what we came for.