[h2]Aden[/h2]

There were many things Aden wanted to do at the current moment. 

[i]Hit the idiot medic who kept shooting.

Fire at Carter’s rapidly dwindling shape with his pistol no matter the improbability of hit. 

Tell everyone in the bay to clear out.

Dump the damn gold out he rear and let the fates take it.[/i]

He did none of those however. Instead, he watched as Carter’s hasty foolish escape for a few seconds before he shoved his weapons back in their respective places. 

Toggling the ramp so that it would raise back to its original state.

“Someone watch the ramp in case he tries to come back. I’m getting a drink.” He said it with the finality of a defeated man. The insanity of the moment taking its toll on what had been a day of rest.

His boots carried him out of the cargo bay and back to where he had been when this venture had started. He wondered whether Zoe had heeded his words as he went to open the door and take part in the sports he had previously declined. 

“Zoe?”