She watched as Juliette easily fired at the last engine, and upon impact the other ship was dead in the proverbial waters of space, left only with the momentum from its last direction carrying it along the currents of emptiness.  With no friction in the space’s vacuum, only their ship could change the course of the sloop.  But Kenzie needed not worry about that.  With little effort, she gracefully moved their ship close, setting them on an identical trajectory and speed as Jethro’s dead craft.<br/><br/>Kenzie fiddled with a few more buttons and then watched as Walter made his way along the grappling line.  Bathed in her own silence, she gasped as Jules joined her and both turned up the speakers on the feed that came from Walter’s headset, the only inkling they had of the events occurring on the other ship.<br/><br/>She let herself go cold, a stable rock in the storm that seemed to swirl in Juliette’s heart.  Kenzie wasn’t blind to the relationship that had developed between her two cohorts, one that had changed to include even her during their last foray together.  The three had yet to address what might happen next, and Kenzie pushed the thoughts back to the recesses of her brain.  For now, the important part was that they secured this bounty if they wanted to see dinner on the table and another tank of fuel for Ellie.<br/><br/>Reaching up, she rested her hand a top of Jules, a silent offer of support and comfort for the woman whose eyes were glued to the screen, unable to look away, even though the only view was the door Walter had left in the side of the ship.  Minutes dragged and seconds piled up and still their companion was struggling to bring down McClean.  The man was intent on going down with a fight, even though he was stranded in space garbage.<br/><br/>Finally, as Jules iterated with her statement, Walter confirmed his success.  He reappeared, moving across the distanced that spanned the two ships to rejoin them in the Ellie May.  Kenzie flipped a few switches on the controls and punched in the coordinates for New Cheyenne, letting the other two handle the arduous task of transporting their bounty to the brig.  Fingers flew over her touch screen, charting the path, uploading the data from their last trip and letting the computer run a projection of any space debris they might encounter along the way.  Then she set the ship to autopilot, patted her controls lightly in a tender gesture and rose to join Walter and Jules in the main area of the ship once they completed their task.