Kiph listened to the giant woman, his eyes darting from wall to wall as the flourescent lights flickered on and off. He felt like a caged animal, something he unforunately had plenty of experience with before. His nerves were frayed and the more Ceres spoke, the more anxious the young Fatebringer became.
"mm--a", his voice, which he used less often than his comrades, cracked, his garbled words dying in his throat.
"You know what I think already, Ceres", he began again, addressing the huge woman he had come to rely on these last two years. Ceres got things done, and consequences be d**ned! Kiph respected that. "Lets take her out. It can be done." He was no good at explaining anything, including his own garbled thoughts, but his three comrades knew what he meant. Kiph despised Steroid Anne, and often conjectured that it was the 'big &^%$@' herself that had a hand in that robbery. But it was when Anne's goons had 'mildly' hassled Kiph with promises of violence, including ramming an electrode rod in his mouth, while Steroid Anne was in "threat mode", that Kiph began boiling with hatred for the woman. His hatred had thrived this past year, and he had always petitioned Ceres to let him kill the woman. Ceres always refused.
"Let me kill her. I can do it." He tried again.
Kiph looked outside, cursing the sleet, awaiting a responce, though he already knew what Ceres' responce would be.
"I am not going near the Spacers, but if you want me to follow up on your lead on the bastards who robbed us, I will. Just tell me what you've learned", he added absently. Spacers were only one notch below Steroid Anne, on Kiph's somewhat childish and unrealistic "Kill List".
Kiph grew silent, and now stared at Ceres again. Devils and Demons, he wanted her! He wondered if the giant woman knew his feelings, as he rigorously scratched his temple. Bakur instinctively moved a foot further away from the Fatebringer, making a rude gesture as he did. Kiph had always disgusted the massive, but slow-witted Bakur. Kiph's looks wouldnt even get him a gig with Tosse's Whores, and Kiph had tried on numerous occasions. Then there was his dry, flaky, lizard-like skin.
Kiph tried to relax. He had poor mental make-up for a Fatebringer.