Viper 9000
((Sorry about the delay; I'm trying to take the time to make sure this story stays awesome. But look! We broke three pages! biggrin ))
"Aw, c'mon!" G'nick said, taking a couple of steps forward. "I get dat diss ain't no small favor, but it's not like we got a lotta options! Besides, who says the client ain't a billionaire wit a way outta here? He's definitely in wit the government, and that's closer than anyone else is likely to get you's. Why you'd wanna leave the city to bite it out in the wastes is yer own business, and frankly I don't give two shits. But yer in here wit us right now, and if it's gonna come down to you or me..."
"G'nick." Morg said with an edge, enough so that the conversation stopped. "If she says she doesn't want to do it, then she doesn't do it. No questions."
"Ay, I get dat yer a bleedin' heart who'd rather tip-toe around da gory details of da world we're livin' in, but I ain't!" the minotaur pointed a thick finger at Morg. "Yer ********' off is what has us in diss mess to begin wit! As little time as we got left, either the broad helps us or we die. You ready to make dat sacrifice?"
Morg narrowed his eyes. He took a deep breath and then stood, pulling free of the various arms and needles patching him up. A few steps forward and he was chest-to-chest with his friend.
"If her enslavement and our death are the only two options, then I guess I'd rather die here and now fighting for something I believe in. Even if it means fighting a friend. A friend who picked the perfect time to be a bone-headed a**, but a friend nonetheless."
The two of them stood there, staring each other down.