“BOOM! When I heard that noise, I knew I had to step on the gas and pull the crew out of hot water?” I don't know how many times Spot has recounted the job from his point of view. It's still funny to hear him tell it though, because the listener is usually confused if Spot's telling or asking.

There's quite the big turnout at Speedhome. We didn't even have to let Morrigan know the job's done. She contacted us and told us to come down here if everyone's available. That's probably her way of asking if any of us died. I guess we really did luck out. And speaking of luck, I guess the way we pulled it off impressed Morrigan enough to tack on a bonus pay of fifty thousand creds. Yeah, that's right. Comes down to thirty thousand each.

Celebration is a bit over the top, considering that at the core of it, we're just doing a job that we were hired to do. Any benefit to the greater community is just a knock-on effect. Having everything be on the house for tonight doesn't seem like a smart business move, but hey, I can't really complain. I'm already on my third glass of whiskey.

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I had to pull myself away, making small talk was starting to be a bit much. I leave the responsibility of crowd-pleaser to Spot and Flash. They're naturals at it.

I get pulled out of my thoughts by Morrigan knocking on the bar top right in front of me. “You know it's not healthy to bottle things up inside.”

I run a hand through my hair and rub the back of my head. “I know.”

She leans forward and follows the trail of my gaze. She sees the crew being the crew, chatting and mingling with the other regulars. “They're good kids.”

I shake my head. “They're great kids.”

“I'm glad you see them that way.” She manages a warm smile. Almost motherly, even. “That's more reason for you to open up to them. It's okay to trust people.”

I just nod and down the rest of my whiskey.