Gallan watched the scene with an intense mix of emotion. He was by now used to the Weapon's super speed, strength, and overall capabilities. She was doing her usual cat and mouse game, but it made Gallan uneasy. Her air had changed from ruthlessness of battle to obvious revenge. It was more than viewing it in her actions. He could feel it. Resonating from her. She wanted to make him suffer for some reason.<br/><br/>Gallan only stirred from his thought process when Raz addressed him directly.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold"> Do i kill him now? </span>" What kind of a question was that? She should have killed him with the first strike if she was able. Gallan thought the man would pose some kind of resistance even for her. El Chapo was high on every super drug known in the galaxy. By all rights he should be unstoppable but this girl made quick work and found energy to spare. It did not scare Gallan. It chilled him.<br/><br/>"End it Raz. Let's get out of here." He would have done it himself if his plasma pistol had been able to even pierce Chapo's hide. Gallan had already turned toward the door, awaiting her final blow. "Quickly." His last command was more strict. It resonated even as he said it. He didn't want even this drug lord to suffer any longer. He was still human. Gallan would deal with this later.<br/><br/>[|] Time Lapse - Back aboard the ship, one hour later. [|]<br/><br/>Gallan was still recording the mission report, wiping his face with exhaustion. He was physically tired, and hungry. Mostly hungry. His mind was still pulled tight by the events of their first mission. How he would bring it up, he had no idea. The military had been notified as soon as they had left orbit, and were there within seconds. They would handle catalogue and cleanup, while the agents did whatever was next.<br/><br/>He looked back at Raz, and then to his report. As was protocol he left out his personal feelings on the matters. The subject had performed aptly and, as could be hoped, perfectly. Her kills were clean, her methods efficient. He closed his hololog and turned in his pilot's seat. His face was instantly brighter than it had been seconds before, his eyes on Raz.<br/><br/>"Well. I'm starved. I know a great spaceport about three minutes from here. Do... do you eat?" He was actually shocked he had to ask that. After a second he roused himself, looking now to the package whiwhich still lay where Raz left it. "Open that, and i'll program our location. You're going to try a burger whether you digest it or not." He chuckled to himself and began typing away on the nav computer. To anyone it would seem Gallan had wiped his own memory. In reality he had not forgotten so quickly what troubled him. He had a talent of pushing things to the back of his mind until he needed them.  That's just what he would do with the suffering of El Chapo, until further notice.