The man just stared out the dingy window looking out on the city. Just from looking at him, you would have never guessed that he controlled over half the criminal underworld. That was his greatest strength. He rarely showed his face and he didn't live in decadence. Ever since Flynn had caught him all those years ago was the both the best and worst day of his life. He swore his vengeance, but in the Federal Penal Colony was where he met all those low-life scum that helped him rise to where he was now. He was poised to be the most powerful criminal in the galaxy. The only thing he didn't control were the drugs. That is where Alyson came into play. He'd have Flynn capture her, bring her to him, and then kill them both.

This latest development put him in a bind. Flynn was one of the best bounty hunters around. No matter how many others he sent after them, they would probably fail. Thankfully some anonymous informant had helped him find them both again. While the man was sure that Flynn would turn her in for money, it wasn't a guarantee. He had his informant, and this tracking program. One way or another, he would have them both.

As Alyson finished preparing the meal, Flynn and her kept sharing grins and little laughs. She handed him the food and they both started eating. Flynn hadn't had a home cooked meal in, well, he couldn't remember. In between bites, he told Alyson how good the food was. She smiled back at him. She then told him that she didn't mind that he saw her naked. Flynn's mind went back to that moment. He really had only caught a slight glimpse of her body, but the vision of it stuck with him. He started grinning uncontrollably. She then told him that they were both even, and that it should stay that way. Flynn cocked an eyebrow towards Alyson. "Oh really now?" He said grinning. "I don't like even scores. Someone needs to win." He winked at her. Taking another bite of his food. 

They finished their food a few minutes later. He stood up and looked towards Alyson. "That was fantastic." He threw the dishes in the small washing unit and came and sat down next to her. "VIC." Flynn started. "How long until we reach our destination?" VIC chimed back. "After the course corrections. We will reach the next fuel depot in four hours and the final destination in six hours." Flynn grinned slightly. Alyson's plan and their unexpected, but wonderful kiss, had renewed his hope. He looked at Alyson. "Might as well get some rest while we can." He said. He watched her cautiously. He wasn't going to assume anything about their sleeping arrangement, but they did need to get some rest. Once they landed on the planet they wouldn't have much time. Maybe a day, tops, before they had to leave.