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'Fucking vindictive bitch...' Rei thought bitterly. What else did she want out of her? She had given her almost everything, except a name. Was that what the woman really wanted? Specter had dumped the large portion of the navigational core and the main computational cores, but that was generally part of any routine when encountering an unknown. The Ghost Dance could be utterly destructive in the wrong hands, and Rei knew it; generally choosing to run than to fire. If they hadn't fired whatever those missiles were, she would have been able to make a clean jump and been long gone.

"If you don't believe me, that's fine. Seize the ship, I really don't care anymore." She said, knowing that Isom would pull the plausible deniability card when confronted. "Getting pricks like you to actually listen to something other than their own ego is impossible." A familiar line to most who had known Marlene's sister, Claire. She had been an extremely harsh critic of most of the way the Aschen handled things, especially with their propensity to arrogance, paranoia, and self destruction.

Growing more frustrated by the moment, she was running out of things to say to the other woman; at least anything that would potentially appease her. "Even if I gave you a name, it's not like it'd do me any bit of good... but by the way it's Gil Isom... you know just so you feel better about yourself."