Wrapping Up

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Olivia spent a few seconds thinking about the girl. Sofia. Was she even still alive? Or had the Cretan vultures already swooped in and torn her to shreds for the vast wealth her father had acquired? It didn't matter. An orphaned artifact dealer's child wouldn't last long among the Corsairs. And if by some odd miracle she did survive long enough to exact revenge on Olivia and the Colors...

It would be fair.

"I'll pass my share on to my crew," Olivia responded to Cobra's question. She was grateful for the change of topic. "It's the least I can do for them."

"More booze for me," Beige chuckled quietly off to the side, sipping at his whiskey. Olivia simply nodded.

Her mood had soured over the memories of Crete and her desire to leave Ames grew. What she really wanted was to spend some time in civilized space again, far away from the Omegas, Taus, and other wild regions of Sirius. What credits she still had she would spend on a nice hotel room on Manhattan, or maybe even Los Angeles. Curacao would be nice, but her savings had made too great a sacrifice to enable that option. Maybe she'd hold on to just a little of the money Morreti had wired them.

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Olivia Sable