> Lucy
> "Because...." Lucy repeated in irritation. Damn it, why did she agree to
> this? They were doing just fine by themselves, really. And as the
> conversation continued, the woman's features visibly hardened. Oh no, she
> most certainly didn't need to put up with this crap from some punk kid
> too. Dars own snide remarks were plenty to keep her thoroughly vexed at
> all times. Pursing her lips before drawing on the cigarette, Lucy's mind
> strayed away from the immediate scene, allowing her to ponder if she even
> needed Darien, much less Daniels. She was very good in her own
> right....What was she thinking? Of course she would need Darien. "But I'm
> guessing they might have something she wants...." Lucy's attention was
> snapped back to present in an instant.
>
> Sighing again, she glanced quickly from Darien to Jamie, then back again
> shaking her head slightly and laughing with wry amusement. "Daniels, do
> we look like we need the money?" She snuck a quick look to Darien,
> stifling laughter and toying the idea of correcting 'do -we- look'. "And
> I don't know about you, Fawkes," she drawled, turning attention back to
> her partner with that glare of hers, mildly narked by his finding Jamie's
> comment even remotely humorous, "But I am in need a challenge. Not to
> mention the accolades a job like this carries with it." Lucy shrugged
> dismissivly at the two, it was that simple. Or rather, not that simple,
> but that's all Jamie needed to know at this time. After a moment and
> quite mindfully, she yawned, noticing that Jamie's attention also seemed
> to be somewhere else. "Still with us?" She asked with a grin. "Because if
> you're not interested..." Lucy prayed that perhaps any interest the girl
> had was now lost, but doubted it. And aside from the distraction, she was
> also quite aware that Jamie's hand had strayed to a position where one
> might keep a weapon, but she let it pass, for now at least.
Jamie
Oh great, even the stuck up chick had noticed...I shook my head a little, in
a vain attempt to stop the inevitable flood of gore. "You may not look you
need cash, but I sure as hell do," I told her in a low grumble. I raised my
hand to my forehead, distractedly holding the cool blade of my knife to my
brow. "If you don't need money then I guess it means it's every man for
himself, get to do what I like with my haul....I'm in." I looked at Darien,
"so when do we get this show on the road?" And it was that moment it began,
I closed my eyes against the images, not that it did any good.
