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[sugarbear]

This is John Casey. Make it snappy.

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[suddenlycaptain]

It might be eventually.

016 » 094. William J. Johns. Not a cop, no matter what he looks like or what he says; he's a merc and a morphine addict. He was on my ship. You saw his eyes in that nightmare, the ones with the needles. He let my navigator scream himself to death instead of dossing him, he's literally shoved me around, and he's a fucking coward. If he shows up in the shuttle bay, I want to know and I want you to keep an eye on him.

Also, I'm going to be sleeping in my room from now on.

[ Because while she wouldn't say she's scared, she doesn't trust Johns. ]

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[sugarbear]

Yes, ma'am.

Thought he looked like trouble. Was better for you to handle it and me not to get involved. Better he learns that the hard way.

That said--if he ever shows up in the shuttlebay I'll have a bead on him. You want me to take him out, you just put your hands together above your head, and I'll take the shot.

And I'm only a call away if he hassles you elsewhere.

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[suddenlycaptain]

Almost hoping he tries to shove me so I can punch him right in the fucking face. But he knows what I did -- the things I told you about.

[ While sobbing and generally acting like a crazy mess. ]

This could be messy. He also doesn't know that he got ripped in half and eaten back home.

But thank you.

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[sugarbear]

Would be spiteful just to tell him that, wouldn't it...?

[ Casey no. ]

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[suddenlycaptain]

He either wouldn't believe you or he'd somehow decide it was my fault.

[ Or Riddick's fault -- which it kind of was, but Johns had deserved it, suggesting that they use Jack as bait. ]

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[sugarbear]

You're probably bad. Not much can get through a thick head like that.

[ Casey would know. ]

I'll keep you in my sights, boss.

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[suddenlycaptain]

Thank you.