Devon looked up from her book to hear a click from Kal's internal comm link. She opened her's with a rapid blink.
"This better be good, I almost got to the last chapter," she said in mock anger. "Do you agree with this?" he asked quickly. "With what, Kal?" "Taking hostages." his voice laced with something akin to stress.
"Kal...," she paused. Kal was just a kid, of course he'd find this conflicting. When she found the words, she continued, "I've killed men, women, and children. I'm not proud of it, but I've done it. Taking hostages...is low on my guilt list. It's not like we're going to kill them. We'll just take some yella bellied rich kids from mumsy and dadsy for a bit. Their parents will want them back for any price. We need the money. Sure, this'll lower us down to the Death Watch's level, but we'll use the money for good. Trust me, kid," to re-enforce her point, she hit him lightly on the shoulder.
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