The Devil's Shadow floated through the Black towards Persephone.  They didn't have to be there for another week so they were in no hurry.  The cargo in the hold was barely enough to pay for the fuel for this run, no point in pushing it.   Nestled within the double bed in the Captain's quarters, Cal was tossing restlessly with memory filled dreams.  A harsh beeping from the vid screen found her tangling with the sheets, struggling to break free bindings she hadn't felt in a long, long time.<br/><br/><em>”Ai Yah Tien Ah.”</em>A pillow was flung across the room, falling far short of it's target.  The resulting crash of items falling to the thick carpet was just loud enough to add to her annoyance.  Falling out of the bed she half dragged herself across the cabin, cursing loudly when she ran into things that weren't where her sleep addled brain knew they should be. The lights were still off, eyes half open as she slapped at the controls.  “What?!”<br/><br/>“You look like you been chewed up and spit out.”  The voice was familiar, and not one of her crew.  Jolting awake she finally turned on the lights.  Her short mousy brown hair was a mess, dark eyes bloodshot with lack of sleep and alcohol.  Scars and tattoos decorated her naked body, some intertwined until they seemed intentional.<br/><br/>“No. You can tell him to blow it out his...”  Hands on either side of the monitor, leaning against the wall she didn't care that the young man on screen could see her irritation or the upper part of her chest.<br/><br/>“You'll do as he tells you and you know it Callista.”  She wanted to beat the sneer off the man as he said her name.  How she loathed her father's right hand man.  The little weasel.  “You are coming here anyways.  You just need to meet with him and a client.  We will see you in two days.”<br/><br/>“Fuck that! We are scheduled for a week and will be there on time. Not a minute sooner!”  Pushing the button hard to disconnect the call she glared at the blank screen.  They could easily make it in two days.  They could make it in four with minimal fuel cost.  But she'd be damned if she'd give any of them the satisfaction.  Still.  Money was money.