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	Atticus chuckled a bit and nodded. Foy was an interesting person to say the least. The man seemed to have a love for adventure and fine clothing, among other things. When he got to the point of referencing what had brought a preacher to work with Browncoats he couldn't help but laugh. [color=fff79a]"Well, God knowing it might not be as big a story as you might think. I was alliance. Till I knocked Quinn on his ass and defected,"[/color] he said the laugh fading away as he became somber in reflection. [color=fff79a]"He got in the way of me giving last rights... No one gets in the way of me performing Gods work, don't giving a flying fuck who he is. Quinn landed on his ass, I landed with the Vengeance."[/color]

	For Anisa, that was the straw that broke the camels back. For someone that was supposed to be kind, compassionate, refined. Someone who was supposed to have training with dealing with people: A liaison, a diplomat. Gene was acting as if she had none of these qualities. Maybe Gene was sick, or delusional right then, because whatever Alliance crew she thought she saw looking at her were [i][color=ed1c24][b]not[/b][/color][/i] there. The Alliance had a skeleton crew and all of them were elsewhere doing their damn job. There was no one there to even look at her, except in her own mind. 

	Anisa was opinionated and judgemental and she was surely judging Gene right then as she felt the fire rise in her face as she rose from her chair. That was it. Stepping out of the Captains office she went down the corridor. Following the sound of the woman's voice until she found her in the rec room. Anisa stepped in and didn't bother to shut the door. The look in her face was one that few had seen before. Only Jackson and Dorothy had seen Anisa this completely and utterly pissed off. The woman looked neigh on homicidal. 

	[color=f26522]"You take you whoring ass and that slick tongue of your and keep your fucking opinions to your goddamn self!!!"[/color] Anisa spat at the top of her lungs. She had lost it and rightfully so. If Gene was going to go against everything she was just because Anisa wanted to bottle things in a bit longer to keep her crew safe, to keep the crew with a Captain, she could go to hell and get the fuck out of her life. 

	[color=f26522]"I don't know who the hell you think you are or who the fuck you think you are talking to but this little arrangement we have is over. I will not deal with some highfalutin over paid call girl putting herself over the Gorham ship. My job is to make sure things function, including myself. I know what it takes to run a vessel you don't. You aren't a doctor, you aren't a gunner, you aren't even a over bearing preacher with good intentions. Just because people don't fawn at your feet around here doesn't mean shit. You will be exiting this vessel as soon as we dock."[/color] 

	Anisa had long had it with Gene's attitude. Going off like she had, causing more problems than she was worth. She had done nothing worth anything since she boarded the ship. Anisa had tried to work with her, get her to see how things had to be in the black but it never got through. These last couple of days had more than shown that she should have never let the woman on the Vengeance. Today showed her that any friendship they had ever had was over with. She had intended to talk to her later, once they were safe but not now. Not ever. They were done. 

	Her hand resting on her side arm before she drew it and pointed it at Gene. [color=f26522]"And if I hear one more word uttered from yer overly injected lips, I will end you,"[/color] she stated coldly. There was a look in Anisa's eyes that would have told a blind person that she was about to fire anyways. If Gene said anything she would squeeze the trigger. She lad lost her oldest and dearest friend, putting this bitch out of her misery would be nothing. 

	Atticus looked up as he heard the yelling, it wasn't much to hear it. The rec room was right outside of the Foyer. Taking a breath he motioned for Foy to take a step back. [color=fff79a]"Jesus Christ..."[/color] he said as he got out of the chair and pulled the barber cover off. Stepping into the hallway his eyes widened as he spotted Anisa standing inside the rec room with her side arm drawn and pointed towards Gene.