a tangled web: (Closed)

[The_gladiator]

Lights flashed in an erratic pattern, making a blur of light that if it were sound it would be raucous or a cacophony of sound. But there was sound to go along with it, music they called it—the ever-present thud of the base drum the only thing remotely rhythmic or musical about the noise. There was a multitude of people to go along with the strobing lights and pounding music. A more motley assorted bunch of riffraff one would be hard-pressed to find—pirates all—and armed to the teeth to boot. Lord Gunther, because Captain Gunther wasn’t good enough, was fond of parties like this, and since he was the captain—or rather the “lord” of this pirate gang, what he said pretty much went.

Captain Brendan Becker rubbed his temples catching himself in a rare display of discomfort. He typically came across as imperturbable, nothing seemed to faze him. However the music was getting to him. It had been a long week—a lot of missions—and he was tired. Yes he enjoyed bars to some extent, and could appreciate a cool beverage such as an ale to wet his pallet after a hard day’s work, but this was excessive. This was one of those very few times when Becker wished he wasn’t merely the second in command of the Blackstars. If he were the leader, then he could tell the DJ to turn that horrid excuse for music down.

Gunther and Becker to the public were ostensibly business partners, running G and B starWay Shipping, a decent sized transport company. They also ran the pilot’s club that most of the freighter captains belonged to. It was just like a country club of old earth, but instead of golfers it was home to pilots. However, under the surface, well hidden, the truth resided. Star Way shipping was a front, and the authorities had been trying to prove it for years, so far with only circumstantial evidence. The key was that Star Way shipping did do a very large amount of legitimate business, and it was not easy to catch them doing less legal things. They were a tight knit group and they didn’t share with outsiders much, more loyal to one another than most mercenaries were. The police had evidence that they did take mercenary contracts as well as other type jobs, but getting paid to fight in a war wasn’t exactly illegal under the Intergalactic authority (IGA).

Becker took another sip of his ale, frowning at the taste. They had run out of the good stuff a week ago. He would have to smuggle another cargo of the good stuff from Argus Prime, past that export embargo, not just because it was a profitable cargo to run, but the stuff was far better than this amber colored piss water they were serving. As he took yet another sip trying not to grimace with the taste he let his eyes return to what he had been watching, her. She was as intriguing as her appearance that one. She was a ghost, Becker had expired all of his resources, even calling in some favors, but she existed nowhere in the IGA systems. This wasn’t uncommon; after all they were a long ways from old Earth. There were folks born on the fringe, or in interstellar space, like ship brats that the IGA would never know about. What was weird was he couldn’t find anyone at all who could corroborate her stories, outside of the brothel who had recommended her to G and B. She had come with reference letters and documents verifying her identity. Gunther had loved her and hired her on the spot. Becker suspected it had more to do with her full breasts, long legs and tight ass that had convinced him, not her resume and glowing references., and he was doubly sure Gunther had never tried to run a background check on his favorite escort either. Funny thing was those references seemed to lead to phantoms, to dummy corporations that were owned by someone or some organization that Becker couldn’t learn. Only the escort service which seemed to have an extremely clean reputation appeared varifyable. This fact that the escort service seemed genuine, one of the most famous in all the systems made Becker sure that he should have been able to verify other facts about her life. However, there was nothing beyond the years of her employment with the agency. This mystery had pushed him to find out even more sometimes even resulting in threats against the investigator, in this case Becker. A cease and desist letter wouldn’t stop Becker though; he would get to the bottom of this.

Becker had been suspicious of her since she started with them a few short months ago and for the most part had very little to do with her, which was probably a good thing, it allowed him to hide his suspicion about her, and kept out of Gunther’s way. Gunther had claimed her as his barely a few weeks into her time with the club, despite telling the crew that she was available to all of them, prior to that and over the past weeks had grown more and more possessive of her affections. Any of their “club” aka any of the pirate crew who tried to make a move on her was unofficially under threat of death or worse. Becker suspected this irritated the beautiful woman. Gunther paid her but she could be making so much more money in tips alone if she were still allowed free reign over the entire group.

Becker already watched her whenever he could, researched her whenever he could, he didn’t trust her, but just the other day he had seen her flirting with Brice. Brice was too stupid to make a move on her, he would never get away with it, therefore Becker suspected that she was the one who initiated whatever Becker had thought he had seen. Brice was the club treasurer, ostensibly handling the money for the club events like this party. However he was also the crew’s accountant and had control of a lot of money. He didn’t know who she was working for but her target of men to single out in the pilot’s club seemed rather suspicious. All that being said Becker wondered if he wasn't being too suspicious. She had a naturally flirtacious persona, perhaps it had meant nothing and he was being paranoid. Only time would tell.

He knew that his waiting would pay off. He had been away for days and not able to watch her movements but now he was here, she was here and—Gunther was drunk. She would probably go put him to bed soon, and then Becker hoped to get a glimpse of what she thought she was playing at. He ran his fingers through his short black hair again; this music really was going to be the death of him. His cold blue eyes, like ice chips watched and waited. He knew whatever her move, she would make it shortly, for it was after nightfall, and isn’t that the time of escorts? They were after all, ladies of the night.

 

[Lexavier]

Kaylee 'Kay' Bolton accepted another slap of her posterior gracefully, her painted lips curling into a sultry smile as she lightly rested her hand on Gunther's arm. She gave it a meaningful squeeze, trying her best to look her most desirable. The tight black corset was doing most of that for her, as it pushed her bosom up to be two full soft mounds of enticing flesh. With her other hand, she traced the outline of a small golden ankh amulet hanging just above that sweet crevice, drawing the gaze of her intended as well as many others.

The night was still early in the scheme of things, and yet Gunther was one drink away from being completely wasted. If he were to pass out here in the Pilot Club's main bar, that would be it for yet another evening of wasted effort. No-one would brave the eventually that the Boss would wake up and find them flirting with his favourite toy.

It was imperative that she 'put him to bed' so to speak, knowing full well that after an exhausting tumble in the sheets and his inevitable unconsciousness, she could return and make the rounds. These evenings in the Pilots club were key to networking and ultimately her end goal of uncovering whatever illegal activity G&B were into. She knew they were up to something, she had a whole list of potential involvements and all she had to do was nail one of them to gain the authority to take these guys down.

Two years it had taken her to get to this point. Two years of working at one of the most exclusive and reputable "Companion Services". Some might say her methods were unorthodox, but she knew without the proper legitimacy, her undercover operations would be in jeopardy. These people were professionals, and she had to give them the proper respect and estimations that went with that, even if that meant spending most of the last couple years on her knees. Still... there was a part of her that couldn't help but admit it had been fun. Some of those Rich and Powerful men (and women) had really known what they were doing. It had certainly upped her skill set at the very least.

She'd never once forgotten her cause though. It had been instilled into her very fibre since she was a little girl. The IGA had drafted her when she was young, filled her mind with lessons on ethics and lawful conduct, combat and tactics, infiltration and undercover operations, and then released her into the galaxy to be a silent pillar of incorruptible justice. Since then, she'd barely had much contact with the IGA, as a private faction separate to the Empire they mostly kept their internal operations secret, even from their own operatives.

She bit her bottom lip, knowing Gunther couldn't resist when she did that. He growled her at lewdly, to which she gave a cheeky girlish giggle. At first she'd been elated to be taken by Gunther, allowed access to his ship, his quarters and his secrets. But it had become pretty clear that while Gunther was the leader and boss of it all, he left the actual activities to his staff, ensuring an air of plausible deniability that frustrated Kaylee. Now she had to break through his imposed barrier of death threats to get to the other members of the crew.

Gunther rose, smacking her on the bottom once again in front of everyone to let them know what was coming. Some cheered, others looked upon them both with frowns of jealousy, to which Kaylee gave them a wink that she hoped they remembered. Gunther lead her out of the bar, her high heels clip-clopping with every hip-swaying step.

Just shy of an hour later, she returned alone. Other than the fact that her make-up was clearly fresh, and her deep red hair wasn't quite as perfectly wrapped in the tight ponytail, there were no signs that she had just been on all fours. She walked up to the bar with a slight smile for the man behind it, not needing to tell him who she was to have her favourite drink, a neat dark rum and two frosted ice cube placed before her...

 

[The_gladiator]

Predictably Kaylee or Kay as she often went by got Gunther out of the party early. She had found that sweet spot between telling the same yarns to a bored audience that had already heard the stories—and passed out drunk. It was a difficult place to find with Gunther, he adored his drink almost as he liked his female companions.

Becker frowned after them. Not for the first time did he wonder how he had ended up the brains of this operation and Gunther got to have all the fun. Not that he wanted Kaylee’s brand of fun. Well that’s what he told himself at least, she was drop dead gorgeous truth be told. Something just didn’t feel right about her. “See what you have done to me,” he muttered about Gunther, “Got me jumping at shadows.”

It wasn’t that Gunther really wasn’t intelligent; he just played the dumb drunk really really well. So well that Becker was the one who truly ran the business and even the pirate group day to day. One could even tell that he was generally all business. He was the only one still in uniform. The others had dispensed with their G and B shipping uniforms, or other crews uniforms if they were guests. This made Becker stick out like a sore thumb. The almost military cut of the flight suit with the black and yellow logo which normally would make him look like a hundred other members of the crew on any given day, made him stand out now. He still didn’t care.

Speaking of running things day to day he really should go join his men. With that he rose and made his way to the bar to join a group of pilots. All were in shorts and short sleeved shirts, taking any opportunity to wear fewer clothes since the station’s cooling unit was on the blink again. Becker’s only concession to the heat was he had pushed up his sleeves to reveal some of the swirling tattoos that swept up his arms and under the sleeves of the uniform. “So, everyone know their runs tomorrow?” Becker asked over the noise, he refused to call it music. Obviously—small talk wasn’t his strong suit. He didn’t have Gunther’s charisma. Men wanted to follow Gunther out of love. People followed Becker out of respect and trust. He treated everyone fairly, and although he had a sense of humor, he never let it get in the way of taking care of his men. This meant that he was treated like a leader; they didn’t relax around him like they did Gunther. They would laugh with Gunther, and even feared his rages when they came. However, if the shit hit the fan Becker knew the men would look to him for guidance.

About an hour later Becker gave up on trying to socialize, and yielded his barstool to none other than Kaylee as she returned. Becker faded away into the shadows, fully intending to watch to see what happened next.

 

[Lexavier]

"Hello Boys..." Kay murmured softly, sliding onto the seat recently vacated. She threw a quick glance at the man, barely recognising him though his attire and the way he held himself gave him away. She'd not really had the opportunity to speak to Becker, the man spent a lot of time away and when he was around, Gunther seemed particularly possessive, almost as if he was worried Becker would somehow stop him from having her, like a parent taking away a favourite toy.

Although pethaps it wasn't that, Kay mused, perhaps when Becker was around Gunther had more free time to spend on bedroom activities.

Kay was quickly distracted from such thoughts as she turned back to the grouo of men. She flashed them a smile that she had perfected, the one that promised everything and offered nothing. The sort of smile that every man thought was just for them. Her eye contact lingered on Brice. The man was her current target, and she was throwing all her assets in that direction. The man would know more about the Club activites than most, if only she could convince him to risk the wrath of the Boss.

The men were getting rowdy, her presence always seemed to egg them on and the drinks began to flow freely. Luckily another skill picked up from her years of parties was how to handle her drink. The two alcohol absorbing pills she'd swallowed at the night's beginning also helped.

Over the next hour she'd managed to trade laps a few times, and now sat on Davies. Davies was massive, his body muscle thick and firm and her petite frame looked almost childish as she rested against him. He was a Malockian, his body density far greater than average due to the increased gravity of the world he originated from. His massive hands rested delicately and politely on her, one on her side fingering the bones of her corset while the other stroked the lace of her thigh high stockings. He was surprisingly gentle, and despite being the butt of most of the jokes about the speed of his mind, his retorts were quick and sharp.

More importantly however was that he sat beside Brice. Subtly, Kay had snaked her high heeled foot against Brice's leg and was slowly stroking it, occasionally making eye contact with the man. Though at first glance he seemed uninterested, his body language was telling a very different story...

 

[The_gladiator]

Becker probably should have stayed in the circle of men that Kay had rejoined, however he knew they would not relax and open up with him there. If he had stayed he would probably turn up nothing. Without him there the stage was set.

“You gonna have another?” Davies asked Brice, as he held Kaylee in his strong arms.

“Shouldn’t, you know how much work we have to do tomorrow.” Brice’s words said no but the way he had almost shivered at Kay’s touch on his leg suggested yes. He had subtly moved closer to the touch. His eyes flicking towards her as he tried to focus on the big guy.

“Psh, all you gotta do is pay people and manage numbers. Not like you’re unloading the ships like me.” Davies was a pilot, like most the others, but there was less of a need for an unloader droid with him present.

“You think Becker would forgive me if I screwed something up because I was hung over?” Brice asked even as he waved for Bongo the bartender to refill his drink. The rail thin bartender with the impossibly long limbs snaked an arm out to sweep away the empty glass and replace it. He hailed from one of the low g worlds, and was very close to the opposite from Davies. Brice had given in.

“Too bad Lord Gunther doesn’t let you make the rounds,” another of the men said to Kaylee.

“Yeah,” Brice agreed, “Just got a nice bonus for that account management I did last month.”

“Yeah it was a profitable set of runs.” Davies agreed the bass of his voice vibrating through Kaylee. “Becker really knows his stuff, you know?” Davies passed her to Brice as he stood, “Gotta go use the facilities, make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.” He said to Brice as he wandered off. Brice only smiled.

Becker watched the exchange and a smile passed over his lips, he had them now, what would happen next?

 

[Lexavier]

As Kay swirled another shot of the awful vodka round her mouth, she tried her best not to show the excitement at her first real tangible clue in the the months she had been with them. She swallowed carefully and feigned disinterest in the conversation. She felt like Brice was already on the hook.

Her eyes flashed mischieviously as she was mentioned, exulting once again in the feeling of all eyes falling on her. She let out another giggle of flattery, mostly to mask the excitement of where the conversation was steering.

She willingly slipped into Brice's lap, Davies able to easily lift and place her as of she were made of porcelain. She wiggled to get comfortable, intentionally grinding against Brice and feeling how his body was already responding. By the feel of him, he was sizable. It was always the quiet ones...

She hung her arms around his neck, wondering just where to start. The bonus, the accounts, the last set of runs, Becker... "He works you too hard..." she started with, squeezing his shoulder. "I hope this bonus was worth all that effort... shame you couldn't... spend it on... what you actually wanted..." the last phrase was breathy, heated words that she almost whispered into his ear.

 

[The_gladiator]

It quickly became clear that Brice was more than happy to have her in his lap. He had unconsciously bit his lip as she settled. He actually shivered at her words in his ear. "Yeah, a real shame. I've heard good things about your talents." He said his hand sliding down her back to rest just above her ass.

"Becker works us hard but he doesn't push anyone harder than he believes they're capable of. I've never seen anyone get as much out of a crew." He said and by Brice's standards this was a speech. He seemed drawn to defend the captain.

"At least with Becker you know exactly what you're getting," another pilot said leaning in closer obviously privy to at least part of the conversation, even if the innuendo of a moment ago had been lost. "Don't get me wrong, Captain Gunther is a great boss, but he can be a bit unorthodox at times. Becker's not that way."

"Yeah," Brice agreed, "Though I wish he realized we weren't exactly a military and to go a bit easier."

 

[Lexavier]

Kay had witnessed Gunther's unorthodox methods, such as throwing wild parties and getting drunk and gambling, as well as hiring a personal escort of course. These things didn't exactly inspire cobfidence and it was pretty clear from their attitude that Becket held the real respect. Though it was amusing that they'd never really mentioned him until he had returned from his trip. Gunther's attitude was infectious it seemed, and without someone like Becker things seemed to quickly fall apart.

It made her wonder whether she shouldn't have been focusing her efforts on Becker this whole time. Difficult with his constant coming and going, and the comments about him being stern like the military suggested that would be an even harder task than Kay appreciated.

She threw a casual glance about the bar, spying Becker over by the bar. As she watched him curiously, the way he held himself speaking volumes about his character and confidence, their eyes met. It was only the briefest of contacts before she continued her careful scan of the bar as if it had never happened and he wasnt what she'd been watching a few moments ago. A chill ran down her spine which she couldnt explain. The man was trouble.

She had to get control of the conversation again. She noisily finished her last drink, slamming the empty glass on the tabld triumphantly and with a sly smirk, leaned into Brice so that her lips were mere millimeters for his ear.

"Baby come on... why don't we slip out and go to your quarters... I wont tell anyone..." with emphasis she wiggled her ass, grinding it against him to the wicked sound of the thrumming beat. He was so close, she almost had him... "You go first and then I'll follow..."

When he didn't initially reply, she preceded to whisper all the dirty things she wanted to do. The words lick and suck were used profusely...

 

[The_gladiator]

Becker leaned one hip on the bar, occasionally trading mock insults with bongo. Just to keep up appearances of course. In actuality he kept his eyes for the most part on the table with Brice and some of the others. He couldn't hear the words, but he could read the body language, from the flirting of Kay, to the conspiratorial leans of some of the other men.

Her eyes suddenly looked up and caught Becker staring. His eyes, blue as the sky's and when happy but as cold as ice when angry met her gaze and held it, not flinching away. He had been caught in an evaluating stare, though the assets he was evaluating was not her lingerie cup size, but her mind, and what she could be up to.

Brice seemed to hesitate until she whispered things like lick and suck into his ear and he almost threw her out of his lap. He almost gave them away as he rushed to leave the bar, hastily making excuses about being tired.

"Jizzed in his pants did he?" One of the other men asked Kay leaning even closer smirking, "You really that good?"

 

[Lexavier]

Kay laughed heartily, throwing her hair back past her shoulders and leaning towards the pilot, resting her chin an upturned palm and ensuring that he got a good look at her cleavage. "I don't know what you're talking about", she said slyly and slipped them a wink.

Collecting her clutch and straightening herself as she stood, she gave them all one last smile. "Well Boys, thanks for the party! I'm sure I'll see you around. Feel free to think about me when you're alone in your beds tonight." She often teased the men, especially as she knew that most of them would be with the display she'd been putting on.

Kay even managed to catch Davies as he returned, the big man plodding back to his seat after his visit to the little boys room. As he passed her, she stretched on her tip toes, threw her arms wide around the man's neck and planted a kiss squarely on his cheek. "Night Davies" she cooed, not bothering to rub away the lipstick mark she'd left.

Letting the man return to his seat, she turned on her heels. She had one more stop before she left for Brice's room and the hopeful opportunity to wear him out so much she had free reign over anything he might have hidden away. Besides, she knew that she could let him stew just a little longer.

She walked towards Becker, keeping her expression neutral. She guessed that this man wouldn't fall for the same tricks so time to bring out something new from the play book.

"Good group of guys. They speak highly of you, you know." She started, leaning against the bar besides where Becker sat.

 

[The_gladiator]

All the men laughed at Kay's words, even as they got their fill of her breasts.

One eyebrow quirked on Becker as Brice rushed off. She obviously had made some sort of move. He was proven right as moments later Kay rose and made her farewells.

He tapped one booted toe on the ground as he watched. Becker's boots were his only concession to comfort. Unlike the rest of his uniform, his boots weren't spit and polished, rather they were worn and looked well loved and comfortable. Many miles they had traveled with him, and were the only sign that he was a spacer just like the rest of the bunch and not a displaced commander in some army.

Becker watched her approach. He gave her a nod as she spoke. "That so?" He asked feigning disinterest, even as his blue eyes studied her, wondering just what exactly they had said. "Surprised they could talk about anything when the view was so fine." He said his eyes very briefly flicking down to her mostly exposed breasts. "They'd better be careful, Gunther doesn't share well." He said, making it sound like he was blaming his men for the flirtations when he suspected it was the opposite, but not good to come across too strong. He couldn't call her out yet, not for something so minor, he'd save that for when he had something larger to go on.

 

[Lexavier]

Kay giggled softly and blushed at the compliment. She had gotten pretty good at that, blushing on demand. A difficult skill to pick up but one that had gone a long way with the sorts of people who enjoyed a more genuine girl. She also caught the minute movement of the man's eyes, another skill she'd picked up, always watch the eyes. It told her that as much as this man was trying to seem upstanding and professional in front of his men, he was not immune to her feminine charms and that was something she could use.

Again, however, she didn't want to be too forward. There would be time for that, instead she wanted to create an understanding between them, just two professionals going about their duties.

"I know." She replied loftily, "Pretty sure he cut the hand off the last guy whose only crime was putting it on my leg." Kaylee shook her head, brushing it off as if it were nothing. "Of course I love the fact that he's a returning customer but..." she trailed off and threw Becker a look to say that he knew the end of that sentence. She straightened up and collected her clutch off the bar once more.

"...A Woman has needs..." she breathed as she walked around him.

She didn't look back, but hoped his eyes would linger on her...

 

[The_gladiator]

She played the game well. Becker probably harbored as many secrets as this woman seemed to. He had spent his share of years playing court politics if you will. She played better than most that was for sure. Thrust and counter thrust, a delicate balance just as any fencing match.

He lifted an eyebrow at her comment about Gunther removing the hand of a man who touched her. It was probably hyperbole, yet could very well be possible knowing his partner. “He does have his ways.” He said noncommittally in response.

As she wandered off Becker wondered at her final departing words. Just what needs was she referring to? He knew he was meant to think her libido wasn’t being satisfied by Gunther, a fact that he did not doubt. Becker was selfish in most of his life that surely continued into the bedroom. Becker figured that the phrase was also a double entendre, with more than one meaning. He knew well that Gunther was probably limiting her cash flow as well. Ironically Becker wondered if that was one of the reasons that Gunther kept her on such a short leash, did he think she’d bankrupt his men. That thought was quickly dismissed, Becker unwilling to give Gunther that much credit, that was a level of devious the drunk didn’t possess.

His eyes followed her as she exited, curious which of his thoughts about her were true, which were what she wanted him to think, and which were simply his paranoia kicking in.

 

[Lexavier]

*
"Yes! Yes! YES! Fuck!" Kaylee moaned loudly, whipping her hair back and clenching her eyes shut as the wave of her orgasm flooded through her like fireworks. Her whole body shuddered and she giggled girlishly, opening her eyes again and grinned down at the stunned man. His eyes were rolling back in his head as he reached his own climax, gripping her waist tightly as he emptied his load inside her. Kay continued to rock her hips, grinding against him and squeezing out every little drop.

As the pair of them came back to earth, she leaned forward and planted one last kiss on his lips before sliding off of him. Without regard for the cum that immediately began to dribble down her long supple legs, she sauntered through to the bathroom to get cleaned up. As she gazed at herself in the mirror, she allowed herself a little satisfied smirk. She still didn't have anything concrete yet but she knew she was on the right lines. G&B were on the brink of something big and Kay was just skirting the edges of it. Brice was the first morsel in a while and justified all the means so far.

As she'd slipped into his quarters earlier, they'd gotten to talking. Brice was relatively bright, when it came to his job, and was wary of sharing information. But after some teasing and some more clothes came off, he'd divulged just a few bits and pieces, names of recently travelled systems, that sort of thing. It wasn't much but it was a start. Of course she had to reward him for such good behaviour...

When she was cleaned up, Kay returned to the room to find Brice dozing lightly. She dimmed the lights a little and joined him in bed, curling up against him and whispering sweetness. She lay there for an hour or more, waiting and watching for Brice to fall deeper and deeper into a satisfied sleep. When she was sure the coast would be clear, she pulled away from him and rose from the bed.

The search began.

Not long later, she once again slipped from the room. Her make-up wasn't quite as perfect and her clothes a little creased now, having been on the floor twice this evening, but her grin lit up her face. Clutched in her hand was a mini hard-drive full of encrypted files. She couldn't hack them on the fly but she was sure she could get into them eventually. With high-heeled shoes in her other hand, she padded down the corridor, making her way back to Gunther's room and a well deserved sleep.

*

Kay sat in yet another black lace corset, lined with red trim and ribbon. Gunther was partial to the lace garments and so she'd gotten used to wearing them at most times. Rather than the thigh-highs from last night, she wore dark patterned tights and a pleated puffy skirt. She sat in the corner as Gunther spoke hurriedly with his men, her legs raised on the seat next to her crossed at the ankle. She feigned disinterest, idly filing a red painted nail, but her ears were focused on the conversation. Something big was going down and her skin goose-bumped with the possibilities.

 

[The_gladiator]

Becker had wandered around hoping to catch Kay in something suspicious but had been called away by other business. He was somewhat frustrated by this fact, but things were what they were, he would catch her in something.

The next morning Gunther was speaking heatedly of a large shipping deal with the trekson hegemony. "I'll go do the negotiating, those power hungry sons of bitches won't even accept you Becker. We're partners but my name comes first so they think I'm the leader." Becker rolled his eyes, technically he was the leader of the pirate gang but when it came to the legalities of G and B, they were true partners. "I'll take my ship and start the negotiations." He gave the order just expecting Becker to follow his orders. Becker could have argued but he honestly couldn't stand the treksons they were a rather close minded society, highly militaristic, but they exported computer parts in droves, and they would be a great source of weapons that Gunther would want to run. Becker was less keen on that aspect as well but again didn't fight it for now.

"Presumably I'll take care of the rest of the dealings?" Becker asked.

"Yes, you know the schedule better than I do." Was Gunther's reply which almost earned him an eye roll from Becker. He merely nodded biting his tongue.

Having heard all he thought he would Becker rose and headed out. However he should have stayed as Gunther turned at that moment to Kay, "I'll be leaving you with Becker," he said as if it was a done deal and she had no say in it, "The trekson's hate women and I don't want to see you go back to the agency. I can't lose my favorite girl." He gave her a smile that was probably romantic in his eyes but was really more lecherous in reality.