"Sure, a timber wolf the size of a small black bear, just wandered through the city and stowed away on a ship run by police officers. Do you even realize how stupid that sounds?" The man crossed his arms on the railing, the gun still in his hand.
"I never said it didn't sound stupid. Jus' listed it as a possibility." She shrugged, tucking her arms into her pockets casually, keeping them there instead of pulling them out the way one would if they were trying to draw a weapon. "I don' know what the fuck a wolf would be doin' here. Jus' that it is here. He is really big though, ain' he? I'm wonderin' how he managed not t' be heard or seen."
"I'm wondering why it hasn't killed you yet. It does seem to like you, otherwise you probably would be dead. So, Red, what exactly are you doing out here anyways?" The man leaned against the railing, he didn't seem worried about anything. Either he wasn't in a hurry to do anything, or he was stalling.
"Honestly, I'm a bit surprised myself about that. Realistically, ya'd think he'd have offed me." She cocked a hip to get more comfortable, looking tired and weirdly relaxed as she stood there, chatting with a man who essentially held her life in his hands. "I don' know. They're movin' me somewhere, but y'know, I'm a criminal and all so I don't get to know things."
"Movin' ya huh? Then why are we at a complete stop? And why are there no guards on this ship? And why exactly are you the only prisoner being transported?" the man asked tipping his head slightly. "I mean I'm no expert but it kinda looks to me like you were sent out here to die by the hands of people playing the role of police."
"No guards? Ya tellin' me Ramirez works for ya too? Damn, now I know he ain't gonna pay me for that game he lost." Morrigan muttered, huffing. "Maybe I was. I thought I was bein' moved to die, sure, but maybe they jus' wanted me out here t' do it."
"You think I'm behind all this?" the man laughed. "Okay I may hate you and the other police, but I made my point where everyone could see it. I wouldn't do something like that way out here. And before you ask, I'm only on this water tank, because the docks are where we like to hang out. And I just happened to end up stuck on this ship as it began to leave."
"An' I'm jus' 'sposed t' believe that?" Morrigan snorted, as though that was an actually funny thing. "Ya shot me jus' a few days ago, tried t' kill an innocent-ish police officer, an' did all o' this in a public space were innocent people coulda gotten hurt. Nothin' would surprise me a' this point."
"Yeah, believe what you will," the man shrugged. "I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a glory hound, I would much prefer have an audience to watch something do. It's called making a name for yourself."
Something suddenly clicked behind the man's head. The distinct sound of a gun cocking. "Put the gun down," Keith's voice spoke behind the gun.
Morrigan's eyebrows flicked up in slight surprise as the gun clicked, her eyes flickering to Keith. "Well, if it isn't my knight in shining blue. Where'd you come from?" She raised an eyebrow, something flickering in her expression for just a moment that, if one was paying attention, belied her relief.
"Well, you know, I was in the neighborhood, and decided to make this punk leave the lovely lady alone," Keith said giving Morrigan a small nod. He turned his attention back to the man in front of him. "By the way, if you're gonna make a name for yourself, you might want to start giving your name so that people actually know it. Otherwise you might want to change what you say you're doing. Change it to something like making a rep for yourself."
The man put his hands up slowly and snorted. "Oh yeah, you must think you're soooo funny."
"I think he's funny." Morrigan chimed in with a cheeky grin, not quite sure how to react to be called lovely or a lady, but very much a pro at being an ass. "And right, you know. Some name you're making, considering I don't even know your name."
The man rolled his eyes as Keith stepped up and took the gun from his hand. "My name is Hendrik," he said sounding annoyed.
"Well Hendrik, I would suggest you leave the little lady alone, you never know what she may do to you," Keith warned giving Morrigan another look. "And you shouldn't be out of your cell, so what are you doing out here?"
"Nice t' meetcha Henderson, I'm Scarlet, or Cade, dependin' on which ring o' criminals I'm talkin' to. As for you," Morrigan narrowed her eyes at Keith, making a face at him. "One, don't ever call me little, or I'll shoot you." And two, jus' didn' feel like hangin' out locked up. Y'know?" She very easily could have just mentioned being attacked. But she wasn't sure who to trust anymore, even more so than ever now.
Keith shrugged. "Okay, but you know I'm gonna have to put you back into that cell. Where did the other guards go?"
Hendrik placed his hands on his head as Keith pulled out some handcuffs. "Did you not hear me say that like no one on this ship are actually real police?"
"You know, he's right. Bunch o' 'em been givin' me odd vibes all day. Few of 'em are for sure real cops, probably for appearances or somethin', but the rest definitely ain't." Morrigan mused, ignoring Keith's comment about making her get back in the cell.
(I'm sorry school is starting to get in the way of things, so my responses might not be very fast.)
Keith stopped before putting the cuffs on Hendrik. "So I should not put you both in cells to be picked off," he commented. "Well so long as you two behave yourselves I have no problem finding my coworkers with you two with me. But just know the moment you step out of line, I do have two pairs of hand cuffs, and a taser."
"Kinky." Was all Morrigan had to say about that, before starting up the chain and joining them up high soon after. "I prefer not usin' the handcuffs though. I bruise pretty easy, y'know, an' tha's an ugly purple."
"I'll only use them if you step out of line. Behave and they stay away," Keith explained offering a hand to help Morrigan onto the deck. Hendrik let his arms flop to his sides.
"How's the gut, I know I hit there when I shot so, just wondering," he asked looking at Keith.
"There is a reason police wear bullet resistant vests. I got lucky and only have bruising. Which tells me that you need to work on where you aim," Keith replied without looking at Hendrik.
Morrigan accepted the hand up, ignoring how close it left her to Keith. “I’m the one who actually got shot.” She pointed out, pulling her hoodie to the side and down her arm to show off the bandaging on her shoulder. “Lucky ass. All ya got was bruisin’.”
"It's called Kevlar sweatie," Keith responded as he pulled her up. The sarcasm thick in his voice. Hendrik rolled his eyes and turned around.
"Oh, would you two just kiss and make up, or beat each other to a pulp already?" he groaned.
"Or punch you in the face," Keith added calmly. "And dump you over the side of the ship. And let the sharks feed on you poor struggling squirming body."
“I like officer cop’s suggestion.” Morrigan said with an innocent-ish smile, raising a hand. “I’m a big fan o’ sharks. Anyways, what’re we gettin’ up to first?”
Keith turned and began began walking away. "First we need to find my buddies, and then we need to get to the bridge and radio for help," he said over his shoulder. "Hendrik you travel in the middle of us. I trust Red more than I do you."
"Comforting."
"Aw, tha's so sweet!" Morrigan cooed, blowing an overdramatic kiss at Keith just to mess with him. "Ya hear tha', Hendria? I'm trustworthy now!"
"About as trustworthy as a swarm of angry bees," Keith muttered, he took up the lead. Keeping to the shadows, and staying low. He was continually glancing back and making sure the other two were following him.