[h2]Aden[/h2]

[i]‘What is this day?’[/i]

They were supposed to be safe. No frontlines anywhere near the airship. Now there at least three armed people he could see in the bay with a fourth, Carter, lurking out of sight. 

Or at least that was what was purported to have happened. 

All he had was the word of a foreign soldier. And call Aden crazy, but the rows of gold were definitely not buying any leeway to crazy theories. 

“Watch them.” Aden gestured from the Inburian policewoman to the pair of Favisians. Apology was better at this particular junction than possible betrayal. His pistol sights turning to the now open cargo ramp. Carter’s voice ringing out indistinct in the echoing bay and machinery. 

“Carter. Don’t move!!!!” Careful steps as he inched his way to the ramp at the end. Pistol up and free hand unsheathing the double edged fighting knife. “If you run you will be shot! Gold or no gold!”

An overreaction perhaps; but this situation was well. Greed, misunderstanding, broken promises… the reason for this whole debacle was secondary.

Now Aden just wanted it over with before he caught a bullet.