"Shit.  Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..."<br/><br/>The Companion muttered, rocking back and forth in the small range of motion her captors had left her in.  It had gone wrong, very wrong.  Somehow she had been taken by a pair of morons who were ignorant to the game being played around them.  The General and his crew had once before opted out, sending a freelancer in his stead.  Zhou's temper had only cooled when he found the stand-ins to be faster flyers and better prey than the General's trained crew.  The freelancers had been paid with death, but Zhou found such realism a peerless aphrodisiac.  Kiew had known when this round began that there was a risk that the new players wouldn't understand their place, their role in her client's little amusements, but she certainly didn't expect them to be completely out of their element.  These two were either acting as the real thing or were much better players than even Kiew herself.<br/><br/>The later would no doubt give them a handsome bonus.  If they were the real thing, they could all suffer another very real death.<br/><br/>"This is Captain Vevar of Persephone Securities.  Prepare to be boarded."<br/><br/>Merciful Buddha, he finally arrived.  Though late, her first wave of rescuers were bound to fail, she knew.  The adrenaline rushing chase would only serve as the second arousing stage of the game, a second act only to prepare them all for the final in which her hero would come.  Vevar, a man who appeared only as much a security captain as the monkey suit Zhou provided him with, had run in all their rounds, knowing his role intimately.  Kiew could only hope her new captors could follow his cues into the trap.