David hadn't looked up from the datapad he was tap tap tapping away at while Silver preacher her sermon, nor when she'd pulled the rather amusing bit o' violence on his poor security guard charge. He also hadn't put his boots on the deck of the Armstrong for more than a day and he was already feeling antsy as hell. Could be time for another road trip. Hell, or he could attend to his so called school which he hadn't done more for than cutting checks and checking in with his staff in a fortnight. Mableh.
Kall, what's the story with the death, murder, killing or die and so on bit you give to the new guys?
