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"Can I take one in the box?" She asked bending over to take one of the weapon inside the box

"And how do you want me to prove my point?" She asked looking at the box, she never had the occasion to touch one of these illegal weapons, but had basic understanding of them. And knew how deadly they were.

"I know a thing or two about weapons, not in using them side of things, but in how to take care of them, Is there anyone knowing how these class 10 weapons are supposed to be taken care of in your army?" She said trying to sell herself knowing she was screwed if she didn't had the job.

"Well, well, since I'm out of job, looking for a scientist specialised in weaponry in your little revolutionary war?" She asked the man.

"After thinking about this, each of them was going to double cross you" She said looking a bit uneasy at the butchery in front of her.

"I have no fucking idea, I don't know them well. Why don't you ask them?"

Zalia shrugged. "I'm here to do my job and get my paycheck. Not to do freaking politic." She said bluntly, like she didn't cared about the outcome of the exchange.

Zalia side stepped while getting up. Turning her head toward the man a small smile upon her face at tge nice man, before looking at the content of the mysterious box.

Zalia rolled her eyes when the captain said woman like she nothing but an object. Before squatting and starting to enter the code on the box.

Zalia moved quickly, kicking the ventilation shaft door where the box was hidden. The door fell on the ground making a loud bang. Zalia grabbed a side handle of the box and pulled it out of the shaft. Presenting it to the young man.

Yeah selling weapons to poeple mildly awful this time. She said in her head. She closex her holographic interface to look at the people entering the ship her left hand placed on her SMG.

Zalia pressed her back on the cold steel walls of the ship, opening the holographic interface in her eye to check the news of the day waiting for further orders. Not really looking stressed out of the situation.

After long minutes of struggle she was finaly able to place it where it belongs. She took a moment to read the label on it and get her breath back. "Fuck it's... Heavy" she said

"Yeah no time to do some basic shopping..." She said in an exasperated tone. Taking a large box and moving it toward the secret compartment, the box was clearly too heavy for the small frame of Zalia.

Zalia moved toward the secret compartment. Closing her trench coat along the way. And taking a small peck on the ship windows. Her eyes full of awes at the sight of a planet looking like it was populated. Her homeworld was just grey and dead. While this place looked full of life.

"It's 9 am, you get what I want to say. The last mission reports I saw was saying arrival at 11pm. Whatever the captain probably decided to go a bit faster this time" She said closing the door of her room her coat still opened in the middle. Her revolver around her waist and her smg on her back...

"Calm down, I was just checking yesterday reports, there was something abnormal... We are at Cato already? We were supposed to arrive in the night not in the morning." Zalia dropped her papers on the ground, quickly putting her leggings on and moving toward her trench coat and guns.

Poor little thing Zalia said to herself as she was moving toward her bed once again, taking her black leggings along the way and a pile of reports. She placed the leggings on her bed and started to look trought the reports

Zalia kept her mouth shut, listening to what the captain had to say to the other mysterious crew member. While cleaning her face with cold water.

"Give me a minute, it's not like the science repport will flee or that we have anything to do while we move in the emptiness of space, you don't like it when your man have something pretty to look at and not a zombie?" She responded with a slow but firm tone.