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Chapter 7

We (Rocky) figured out how to lock Edward in the same cell he had used on Rocky (poetic justice at it's finest), and with a little coercion ("Rocky WILL hurt Edward, don't test Rocky, statement." "…I'd beleive him.") Ed finally agreed to explain how to pilot The Prodigal Son. There was a learning curve, of course, (Rocky insisted that he could do a better job than me, but we quickly discovered that controls modified for humans are best used by humans) but we eventually figured it out and began our journey back to The Hail Mary.

After that it was just a waiting game, during which Rocky had a lot of fun torturing Ed (mental torture, not physical, I had insisted, much to Rocky's dismay), and, honestly, I did too. We even debated, during all the hours to fill, switching Mary for The Son because of how much more sheer reasources Ed's ship had, but we decided not to for two reasons. One, some rival assassins were probobly tracking it and taking it sounded like asking for trouble and, two, we both agreed that Mary was… sentimental. She was TINY and had NOTHING compared to The Son, but she was ours, and she had gotten us through a lot.

We did, of course, steal most of the food, though. I was not about to go on a taumeoba diet again when there was actual FOOD.

Our last order of buisness after finally reaching Mary, after moving all of our stolen goods, was to decide what to do with Ed.

"Kill," Rocky suggested.

I sighed. "For the last time, Rock, I am not killing someone, even if it's Ed."

"Yes, no problem. Rocky kill."

I shot him a look. I swear he grinned back.

Finally, though, he threw up his hands, exasperated. "Well what else want do, question?! Cannot take him into Mary, statement."

"No, I agree," I huffed, "but it's not like we can just shoot him off in an escape pod or something!!"

A beat.

We looked at each other.

After consultation with the human in question, it turned out, yes, we could in fact shoot him into space in said escape pod. This exited both of us greatly, and I think Ed was just happy we weren't going to brutally murder him. (He was convinced Rocky was going to for a while.)

So here we stood, grinning at a frightened face through the little porthole window from the pod to the inside of the ship. Rocky was doing a little dance as we counted down, my hand hovering over the launch button.

"…FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!!"

I slammed down the button and just saw Ed's face open in a scream before he shot off into the endless abyss. Rocky was laughing wildly and dancing around, and, honestly, I felt like doing the same.

"Well," I said, grinning evily at where the pod had been and bringing up a hand into mock salute, "see you in hell!"

Rocky sang a chorus of agreement.