“Change of plans, Logan.” Sam announces, rocking back in his chair, headset dangling from one finger. “We’re heading for Ijask.”

“What, another runner already?”

“Nope, just some crappy weather.”

Logan rubs his eyes. “I’m way too tired for another mission right now.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. This one’s mostly me though, so you can just relax; suntan on the top deck, if you really feel like it.”

“And leave you to run things? Are you kidding? I want to sleep, not die.”

“Your lack of faith can really hurt a guy, you know.”

“Oh you poor thing. Should I kiss it better?”

“Ick, and get your evil spawn slime all over me? I think not.”

“Yeah, and I’m the mean one.”

Sam sighs, and bumps his shoulder against Logan’s arm.

Logan rolls his eyes, and leans over to take the headset away from Sam. “It really sucks to be a lifer.” He announces, arms crossed and resting against the back of Sam’s chair.

“Yeah, yeah, go bitch to Jase. Least you don’t get called in for every single freaking flurry.”

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