<br/>Their routine was almost commonplace these days, after a nearly a year of hunting together.  Kenzie was adept at following Walter’s commands almost without hearing them; she preferred to feel the flow of the ship, the pull and the speed and the needs of the vessel, adjusting the controls as though the ship was merely an extension of herself.  She often found herself drifting into a place of hyperfocus, another realm of her own reality, where she hardly spoke and the world around moved in slow motion to her reactions.<br/><br/>Even so, she registered the conversation between the other members of her ship.  Their target’s clear refusal to turn himself in. The gunfire from Jules below.<br/><br/>These were some of her favorite moments, even if she wouldn’t admit it, when the trio worked so effortlessly together, as though of one mind.  Jules might give Walter a hard time, but Kenzie wasn’t fooled.  She knew the bond between them went deeper than just coworkers.  And as much as she’d tried in the past year to maintain her distance, to put up her walls, somehow they had managed to break through.<br/><br/>Kenzie blinked the thought away as another gunshot shook the ship.<br/><br/>“Dammit, he’s still trying to make a run for it!” she cried, as she gripped the controls harder and tugged.