[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarleth "Ruby Red" Pevensey[/color][/h1][img]http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view7/3129217/eliza-dushku2-o.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]Rather than the rest of the crew quietly gathering at the terminal, the sounds of gunfire echoed throughout the facility. Scarleth's nostrils flared, her eyes burning with rage and anger. The cracking of the communicator furthered it, with Scarleth letting out a deep and controlled sigh. Jesse's exaggerated finger to his lip certainly didn't help to improve her mood. 

[i]Fuck it.[/i] There's no more point in trying to stay silent. The crew had the discipline of a rabid dog, as far as she was concerned. She frowned deeply. 

[color=ff0000]"I honestly doubt they'd let them know if we died,"[/color] Scarleth observed, raising an eyebrow at Jesse. [color=ff0000]"They certainly aren't going to tell the public that they freed us and allowed us to die, and they won't say we've been killed. They'll say nothing, and they'll continue to assume we're imprisoned."[/color] Rolling her eyes slightly at his jump, Scarleth softly pulled her own weapon, as relaxed as humanly possible. It didn't help to be stressed. [color=ff0000]"You are rather adept at stating the obvious,"[/color] Scarleth coolly observed. 

Her eyes fell on the corpse for a moment. She made a mental note of it, a soft smirk on her face. [color=ff0000]"I believe this proves your theory incorrect, One Arm,"[/color] she commented. The manner of death for Reaver, a quieter member of the crew, was hardly similar to the deaths of the guards. While those had been bloodless, this one was anything [i]but.[/i] She slid her weapon away quietly, before returning to scan through the logs Jesse had brought up. She hardly trusted One Arm to have caught everything of importance, but a tool was a tool. 

[color=ff0000]"Aside from not knowing the difference between [i]its[/i] and [i]it's[/i], the scientists had little idea what they were dealing with,"[/color] Scarleth surmised, mostly to aid Callum and Max. [color=ff0000]"An unknown artifact in a neighboring cave appears to have been the centerpiece of their research. Have either of you found such an artifact?"[/color]

Reaver's corpse on the ground hardly unnerved her. She had expected that someone would have to die, in order to knock some sense into the others. This situation, as much as she wished to be entirely bored with it, did have some points of interest to it. The deaths of the guards and the artifacts on the terminal. And judging that Reaver's bomb had been detonated, she deduced either in-fighting, paranoia, or something more [i]dark[/i] had occurred just moments before.