South.  The job had gone so far south, it was down in the arctic poles by now.  Xev took one long look at the Companion and realization began to set in.  His lined face, haggard but determined, lifted upwards into a faint smirk as he opened the chamber of the pistol he had captured and checked the number of rounds it held.  Eight.  Eight shots and he planned to save one for himself if the need arose.  This game had gotten deadly and he had no inclination to surrender to some jumped up borderland cop who thought he was king of his own sad little hill.<br/><br/>How did they find them anyways?  They had made their way under the cloak of night and he had flown the shuttle into one of the endless canyons that covered the surface of Persephone's eastern region.  It had been planned to meet her but not with the police, but with their client.<br/><br/>The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place for the captain.  They had been betrayed, set up by their employer but for what end?  He didn't have time to answer the question as he threw himself into the pilot's seat and started the shuttle up.  He peered out the front window to see the small shuttle the officer had brought and spotted three men, all holding rifles.  Xev cursed softly as he hit the engines and the shuttle roared to life, rocketing skyward.<br/><br/>"Jenn, find out from the<em>fu su </em>Companion what the real story is, we got set up."  He tossed the control stick forward and jammed the accelerator.<br/><br/>"Hang on, time for us to get the fuck out of here"  He may not be able to out shot them but he sure as hell could out fly them.