<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines Post)</span><br/><br/>The sleek and black space-liner had taxied into bay 18 with the hangar doors slowly opening, revealing itself to Quinn who had been waiting there at exactly the time they had told her to be.<br/><br/>The long ship was built with a higher thrust capability while not compromising luxury and finesse. The ship stopped just in front of Quinn, towering over her as a vision of both wealth and danger, as the money fueling and maintaining it undoubted came from Prentis's sick operations.<br/><br/>The main passenger hatch slowly opened as a walkway extended itself and detracted until settling upon the ground. The unmistakable outline of Dallas appeared with his imposing frame and serious eyes, making a motion for Quinn to step up and board.<br/><br/>"Welcome aboard sweet heart," he yelled as the engine was still on, " Make yourself comfortable,"<br/><br/>This time Dallas was in a brown suit with a matching Fedora, wearing the same heavy cologne she turned her nose from the last time they encountered each other.<br/><br/>Quinn was probably very aware his eyes were also burning upon her as a sleaze would ogling over a piece of pornography though the silver lining was the ship was quite spacious. The hatch closed and the lights gently dimmed as who ever the captain was made his announcement that sub-light travel would commence soon and for those in the ship to be seated. The seats were three across with leather exteriors, spacious leg room, and their own entertainment kiosks to include VR access, Holo videos, and other communications, entertainment, and luxury add ons. The seats themselves offered sound buffer wave shields to block out the noise and their own life support pods should the ship suffer traumatic damage or a bad emergency situation. The ship did not have a live serving staff but roving server bots, able to replicate what ever it had stored in its menu selection and what was on hand in the mini-kitchen that was automated in the back.<br/><br/>It certainly gave the illusion that crime paid.<br/><br/>What probably was another 'sigh' moment for her, Dallas walked up to the seat she chose and leaned against one with his right forearm while snaking his cybernetic one around the waist of a dark red haired woman with green eyes and wearing nothing more than a two piece pleather outfit with tightly meshed stockings and incredibly expensive stripper heels.<br/><br/>" Just to let you know...," Dallas started to say while the woman took her black glossy fingernails and let his brown tie slip through them. " the trip is kind of long so...lest you got bent over pretty good last night by a dream hook up of your preference...it's about a good 10 hours...so...there are mini suites in the back with a nice selection of pleasure droids...not the ones you may have seen I assure you...quite realistic..," he continued, " unless of course you'd want to delve into the real thing" as he harshly smacked the girl in her right derrière's cheek with a gentle excited girlish squeal as her answer to his antics, " then we have some of our...results if you will...I like to call them kittens. We have a few men back there too..," he said with a grizzly smile.<br/><br/>" Well what ever floats your bristly peach lady," he crudely commented as he nudged the girl towards the suits in the back.<br/><br/>" Have a good flight...,"