<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Co-pilot extraordinaire - Cockpit, The Gamble=-</strong></div><br/><em>“This ship is way to stacked with yummy treats.”</em><br/><br/>Leading the way to the cockpit, Mae's words caused Vincent to cast an inquisitive glance over his shoulder where he found his girlfriend casting rather sultry glances between Griff and himself.  An amused smirk graced his lips as he continued making his way to his station, though now with a more noticeable swagger to his step.  When he made his way to his seat, he secured himself into place with the safety harness before going through the routine pre-entry checklist.  He had been halfway through plotting the trajectory that would safely guide them through reentry when Mae's voice pulled him away from his task for a moment.<br/><br/>As he attempted to inquire to the meaning of her question, he felt the fluffy biscuit pressed against his lips.  Vincent took the offered breakfast into his maw while allowing his lips to wrap around Mae's fingers teasingly.  Of course she upped the ante as he felt her teeth capture his earlobe in a way that reminded him of the past several nights and mornings spent together in the same bed.  A deviant expression spread over his face as she assumed her station at the ship's controls that hinted retribution at the next opportunity he could find.  Forcing back all other distractions for the time, Vincent returned to his professional demeanor as he resumed preparing for their descent.<br/><br/><em>"Vince,"</em>Looking over his shoulder at the summon, the co-pilot responded with a dutiful, "Yes, Captain<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">No-Pants</span>?"<br/><br/><em>“hail the Shāyú and let ‘em know we’re coming, let ‘em know who we are. Don’t want no jumpy trigger fingers sending us harm ain’t meant for us.”</em><br/><br/>"Will do."<br/><br/>Leaving Mae to do what she does best outside of the bedroom, Vincent set about establishing a direct radio link with the Shāyú.  "This is dragonfly class transport The Gamble radioing in to Shāyú.  We are on approach to our pre-assigned LZ, ETA in five.  Over"  If there was one thing Vincent knew when it came to handling deals that may or may not be illicit in nature, it was to keep conversations brief and omit details wherever possible.  Though he had established a private line to the other ship, only a rookie would assume it would be enough to ensure there would be no eavesdroppers.  It was also advantageous in making sure one didn't hand out openings to be exploited to the other dealer should the exchange go sour.<br/><br/><em>"Roger that, everything is prepped on our end.  See you shortly.  Over and out."</em><br/><br/>Vincent returned his own radio to its cradle in time to hear that he had been assigned to the ground party.  As he worked in tandem with Mae to bring the ship in for an expertly smooth landing, he also set about preparing himself for his next job by donning a cool and detached mindset similar to the one his elder brother had when they meet on Persephone.  There was a time for jokes and there was a time for seriousness; although Vincent commonly blurred the line between them, he knew it would be in everybody's best interests to reign in his wit when dealing with unknown individuals in a backwoods part of a planet.<br/><br/><em>"Vince, get some clothes on and don’t drag your feet. I need you in the cargo hold in 3 minutes. The cargo doors don’t open until everyone’s in place and ready to do their jobs, and come prepared.  Never know when you might to be … persuasive.”</em><br/><br/>Already unfastening his harness intent to do just that the moment The Gamble had touched down.  "I'll be there on time and ready for anything."  Before hustling out of the cockpit, Vincent made a quick detour to the pilot's seat to plant a quick, yet affectionate kiss on Mae's lips.  "I'll be back shortly, my love."  Without further distraction, Vincent rushed to his quarters and hastily got dressed into his normal attire, fastening his trench knife to the small of his back and PX5 sidearm at his hip after ensuring it was loaded with a round chambered.  Once set he rushed to the cargo bay where the rest of the ground team was convened just under the three-minute deadline.