<div align="center"><strong>-= Griffin Kingston - Captain of The Gamble - On the flight deck, instructing his crew via intercom =-</strong></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">“Well thanks Captin’ No-Pants,” Griff had just about opened his mouth to speak when Mae pilfered his biscuit, tossing a bite into her smiling mouth and nibbling. Although this annoyed him, it was just a biscuit and the playful wink and a smile she tossed back at him as she moved onto the flight deck served to defuse any residual unpleasantness he may have been feeling. Still, he managed to offer a playfully mocking quip towards the two love birds. “If you like the idea of food and eating, then mayhap you two could delay your gorram ruttin’ long enough to go and ...” As he delivered his rebuke, he was distracted from his thoughts by the sight of the button down shirt teasingly climb high upon Mae’s thighs, offering a glimpse of the feminine curves of her rear and nearly exposing her sex. Quickly recollecting his thoughts, he finishes his sentence, “… eat,” though that single remaining word seemingly held deeper meaning… or did it? “Vince,” he said as he stepped on the flight deck behind the two pilots, “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.” Moving to stand between the pilot and copilot seats, he reached forward and grabbed the mic. Keying the button on the handheld device, the cord spiraling tightly back to the control console, he began his announcement to the crew.<br/><br/>“Okay folks, you all know the plan. This is a simple cargo swap. We set down, transfer the Shāyú’s cargo to our hold, and dust off. In and out. No need for any trouble and I don’t want any heroics. As we’re all aware, Abernathy’s name is all over this one, which don’t sit well with any of us, I know. But it’s a job, and that’s what we’re here to do, a job and nothing more. Mae’s gonna keep the engine hot and ready to go. Si, Anwar, Vince, and myself will be assisting with the transfer. Dani and Sasha, you two keep a close eye on the other crew whenever they’re on my boat. I don’t want any funny business going on and no one wandering off where they ain’t supposed to be. Stay sharp, do your job and no pussy footin about and this will be easy money. We should be on Bellerophon in about 5 minutes and off again in about 45. You all know your jobs… let’s get it done.” <br/><br/>Returning the handset to it’s cradle, Griff leaned in, looking out the forward window as he watched Bellerophon fill his view.  The enormous expanse of the Isis Canyon became clearly evident as they entered the planet’s atmosphere. Mae and Vince worked together as they honed in on the coordinates given by Ferret back on Persephone. It wasn’t long before Griff spotted the Shāyú (http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/OspreyDeckPlan.jpg), perched dangerously close to the canyon’s edge. Pointing out a relatively flat section of desert rock, Griff instructed Mae to set The gamble down there, some 50 yards or so from the Shāyú (http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/OspreyForeandAft.jpg). It was about as close as Mae could get to the other ship without endangering the other ship, her crew or the cargo. Mae set the ship down as gently as a mother laying her baby to bed.<br/><br/>“Good work Mae. 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,” he said as he rechecked his sidearm, chambering a round before re-holstering his piece. “And come prepared.” His last comment held an ominous tone of warning. “Never know when you might to be … persuasive.”<br/></span>