<div align="center"><strong>-=Griffin Kingston, Captain - The Gamble - Helping Load Si into shuttle and parting ways with Sasha, Dani, Anwar, and Si=-</strong></div><br/>Sasha and Vince moved the prisoners back to one of the vacant rooms at the aft of the ship, beyond the infirmary while Griff helped in moving Si to the infirmary. As Dani frantically worked to slow his bleeding, she punched the button on the intercom by the door, calling for Mae over to come and help her and to fetch some more bandages from the storage bins along the way. The bullet had severed an artery and he was bleeding out fast. The artery had snapped, like a rubber-band, and had withdrawn up inside Si's torso. His color had turned pallid and he broke out in a cold sweat as he laid back on the medical bed, moaning in agony. Dani hurriedly administered a shot of byphodine which would serve multiple purposes, inducing a state of reduced metabolic function and effectively placing Si in state of suspended animation, thus dramatically reducing the loss of blood while also killing all pain.<br/><br/>Griff hurried back to the infirmary after helping Sash prep the shuttle. He had made the call to send them to Bellerephon's hospital via shuttle, which would be faster for everyone involved. He appointed Sasha and Anwar to accompany Dani and Si to the hospital. Sasha would be in charge plus she could fly the shuttle, while Anwar had proven he could handle himself in a pinch and would have Sasha's back. Dani, of course, was a no-brainer to accompany the injured man. She would need to monitor his vitals and take any steps necessary to keep Si stable until he was remitted to the care of the the hospital staff.<strong>"That's it Griff, he's ready to move."</strong>Dani said in a cool, professional voice. Her hands were covered in the former Admiral's blood as she grabbed her medical back, tossed in supplies she thought she may need in transit, and hurried ahead into the shuttle.<strong>"Anwar, grab his ankles,"</strong>Griff said as he hooked him under his arms. The two of them maneuvered the wounded man through the ship, up the stairs to the ladder that lead into the shuttle. It took a great deal of strength to haul him up the ladder, but with Anwar's help, Griff managed it, as well as managing to break into a sweat.<br/><br/>He had handed Sasha a cred stick with enough credits to keep them comfortable until The Gamble could return to pick them up in several days time... if everything else went smoothly. Sasha was following orders, but she was letting her displeasure in Griff's decision to take this gig in the first place be known, casting a fiery look at her captain that said exactly how she felt in so many words. Griff met her reproachful gaze for several long moments before he turned away.<strong>"Take good care of them Sasha."</strong>Glancing to Anwar with a look that said the same thing, he spoke more quietly as he climbed down the ladder,<strong>"Look after her for me."</strong>Casting one final look at his first officer, he pulled the hatch closed behind him and sealed it before moving through the airlock and sealing that off as well. Moments later the shuttle departed from it's parent, peeling off in a hard angle towards Bellerophon Estates and the nearby hospital.<br/><br/>Mae had drifted off somewhere, he hadn't noticed where, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the quiet... half of his crew gone. Griff stood there by the ladder that led up to the air lock, still gripping a rung with one rough hand as he played things over in his mind; the job, the gunfight, Si's injury..... and Sasha. He let out a long, quiet sigh and let his head fall to his chest, his chocolate brown eyes closing in silent defeat. He was responsible for the crew, for all of them... and now a man's life hung in the balance. Sasha was right to blame him, to be angry with him, but the tough skinned, hard-nosed captain could hardly bear the thought of her hating him, as her demeanor had so clearly indicated. Pushing himself from the ladder, he slowly made his way towards his his cabin, closing the door behind him. He needed a shower... and to set his mind right. He still had a ship to run, crew members to take care of, and a job to do. After all, he was the captain.