<div class="floatright">(http://i57.tinypic.com/rjdr2v.jpg)</div>Kenzie slowly spiraled the spoon around the mug of coffee, her chin resting firmly upon the palm of her left hand.  Walter had been relentless lately about this newest bounty, and after long nights and longer days, neither of which were truly distinguishable as separate aboard their ship, Kenzie was just plain tired.  Add onto that the last of their coffee grounds had already been recycled at least six or seven times, and the cup wasn’t exactly a hotbed of caffeine either.<br/><br/>Nor did it taste very good.<br/><br/>She sighed and pushed it away, leaning back in the chair dangerously far. Her eyes trained along the ceiling, tracing the cracks along the ridges of the metal, cracks that mirrored her own life.  If one didn’t pay attention, they could easily be missed.  And Kenzie was very good at moving fast enough to keep hers from showing.<br/><br/>The music blasting through the ship - Walter’s choice not hers - suddenly cut off, and his voice, excited as ever, blared through.<em> "Strap in and buckle down, ladies…</em><br/><br/>“Shit!” Kenzie called out, reaching for the edge of the table, hand grasping to steady herself before the sudden kick of the engines hurtled them forward.   The chair jolted, slamming her into the table and then the whole thing tumbled backward as the ship propelled into action.  Kenzie found herself on her back, staring up at the cracks, wind knocked out of her chest.  “A few seconds would have been nice,” she grumbled, rolling off the wooden slats and onto her stomach.<br/><br/>Rising, she brushed the dust and dirt from her trousers and retrieved her gun, slipping it into the holster at her hip.  The mug of coffee rolled across the floor, the liquid puddle spreading toward the back end of the ship.  Kenzie ignored it, and the command, and sprinted through the deck to the ladder, where she climbed with an easy grace upto the cockpit.<br/><br/>“Your goal is to catch him, not kill us,” she scoffed as she slipped into the co-pilot chair next to him and buckled the securing strap across her waist.  “Is it him?”<em>Or just another random feeling that a bounty might be in the area…</em>