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[velocitygirl]

Inyri Forge wandered into the hideout, to find Zekka Thyne alone, studying some layout to some house that he no doubt wanted to rob from. "Hey, doll." He said, looking up.

Inyri just stood there, looking at him. A blaster hangs limply from her fingers. "Where's Jimmy?"

Zekka leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching her. "Not here."

Inyri rolled her eyes. "No, really. Where is he?"

Zekka took a step closer. "He's...busy."

Inyri walked closer too, until they were pressed against each other. "I want out."

Zekka smirked. "Babydoll, you ain't getting out now. No one will let you go free. The things you've done."

"I haven't done a thing. It was you."

Thyne grabbed her and pulled her closer. "Who cares who did what? You're still kriffed babydoll."

Inyri gripped the blaster and set it against his temple. "I'm not kriffed if I end it, babydoll. If I killed you, I'd be the hero."

Zekka grabbed her face and kissed her, hard. She pushed him away and leveled the blaster at him. "You don't care about a damned thing but yourself. I should've killed you sooner."

She shot him then, point blank, dropped the blaster, peeled the glove off and walked out.