[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f6989d]Camilla Powell[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma5en4F0tk1rwdrlr.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f6989d]Location:[/color][/b] Engine Room[hr][/center]

	Camilla looked over to Gideon and then took the scrubber from him, looking it over for a minute before letting out a rather long breath. [color=f6989d]"Thing looks like it would be used to clean a toilet,"[/color] she muttered under her breath. Turning it over a few times in her hand as she listened to him explain she figured it couldn't be any more complicated than cleaning her weapons. That was something she enjoyed doing, she took pride in it. She figured Gideon felt the same way about the ship. Her weapons were her babies, the ship was his; didn't matter whose name was on the [i]title.[/i]

	[color=f6989d]"You know, looking at this, I could think of a few others places to put it; uncomfortable places. Like the back of a Volkswagen,"[/color] she said, smirking to herself before she got to work. She was as careful and methodical with the filter as she was with her own weapons. Glancing up from the cleaning duty as Daphne walked in she gave the girl a bit of a nod before focusing back on what she was doing. That was how it usually was between them. It wasn't that Camilla didn't like Daphne or anything, they just really hadn't ever been in a position to talk. Why start now? Last thing she needed was to screw up the filter and get the Captain all pissed off at her as well. 
	
	As she worked to clean the filter her mind wandered, back to a different time. Back to when the only time she got her hands dirty was because it was under order, not because she was volunteering for it. Her face went blank of emotion as she thought back to before she had become a member of the crew of the Vengeance, before she had become a [i]Browncoat[/i]; back to when she worked for the Alliance, back to before Quinn had changed so drastically. She remembered the dances they would attend, the grand gala's that were held in the core worlds before they were done with training and even after. She remembered the day he proposed and how she felt she would never be able to feel happier than she had been at that moment. Then she remembered the look in his eyes when everything changed. 

	Her hand slipped and she shoved the scrubber right through the filter. [color=f6989d]"Shit!"[/color] Pulling the scrubber out of the filter she tossed it to the ground and wiped the back of her hand across her face. [color=f6989d]"I'll deal with the Captain..."[/color] was all she said as she turned on her heel and made her way out of the engine room. She knew Anisa was going to rip her a new one for this but right then she didn't care. She just wasn't going to let Gideon take the blame for this fuck up, this was all on her. Searching around through the ship she didn't find her and figured she was outside grabbing a cigarette; something the captain did when things got a little more frustrating than she would have liked. 

	Hearing something as she reached the main cargo hold she stopped in her tracks and pulled out her Jericho 941 and undid the safety. Slipping to the side of the back entrance so she was out of sight she hit the com and turned it down low. [color=f6989d]"Guys, we have a problem, cargo entrance."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Anisa Crowe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/LPLRwY_QJA_x.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Outside The Ship[hr][/center]

	Anisa took a long pull from the cigarette that rested between her lips, turning the last bit before the butt to ash. Flicking it to the ground she put it out under the heel of her boot as she huffed out the last bit of smoke from her lungs and groaned inwardly. Having her ship down like this was not how she wanted to spend the day or any other day for that matter. It put them behind schedule and she had a reputation. Her crew had a reputation and she didn't want anything to tarnish that. Granted she knew those that were awaiting delivery understood and what they had in hidden away on the ship wasn't needed that moment but it would be and she wanted it readily available for the cause as soon as possible. 

	Figuring she had better go check on the repairs she turned, about to step back into the Vengeance she heard a twig snap. Her hand fell to her Colt 1860 and she spun around, pointing it in the direction of the noise. Her eyes narrowing when she spotted just what had cause the twig to snap. It was [url=http://onceuponatimeinawestern.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Eli-Wallach-as-Tuco-in-The-Good-the-Bad-and-the-Ugly-1966-03-250x195.jpg]Brutus[/url], the low life her and Jackson had had to deal with; Patience's middle man. Seemed some things never changed. 

	"I wouldn't rightly pull that trigger if I were you," he said in a gravely voice as he stepped forward and several of his men came out from behind corner of the old mine. "Might just have to make me mare up that pretty little face of yours."

	[color=f26522]"Juh Shi Suh Mo Go Dohng Shee?"[/color] she asked as she kept the sight of her pistol aimed right at his head. 

	"Well Patience, she don't like no one holding up on her moon ya see. So we be here to collect," he said grinning a bit as he chewed on the end of his cigar. 

	[color=f26522]"That woman done been paid plenty and then some."[/color] Anisa's free hand fell to her Mars Leg as she drew it and pointed it in the other direction as another stepped out. 

	"Now now Crowe, you just pay us and we be leaving. No need to get testy."