Lazy Wednesday.
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keire_keI like Wednesdays. Wednesdays are wonderfully lazy.
Ficcy: And so, the cliffie from chapter 16 is resolved. ^______^ This, I think, will only have one more chapter. I have a good idea how and why, just need to reason it out properly. Yay, almost finished!
“He is not breathing,” Sanzo said into the communicator, loud and clear.
On the other side he could hear Gojyo was sputtering and Hakkai, most likely, listening with polite interest. “Does he have a pulse?” What do you know, Sanzo would have thought, had their been space for anything other than the four words he’d just uttered in his brain, there was actual alarm in his voice.
“No,” Sanzo replied.
“Did you see what happened?”
“Homura said something and Goku collapsed. Grabbed his chest and collapsed.”
“CPR,” Hakkai said.
“What?”
“CPR, Sanzo. I hardly think you are unfamiliar with the term.”
There was a long moment in which the captain assembled his brain cells and roared them into submission. “You want me to give him mouth-to-mouth?” Legions of medical doctors thousands of work-hours, and the little moron still needed something as mundane as CPR.
“Not particularly. But if I get there and he is dead because you didn’t, I'll eviscerate you, boil your innards and feed them to you, spoon by spoon.”
Sanzo stopped listening after “if”. He tilted Goku's head back and listened for a second. Nothing. Sanzo cursed and pressed his mouth to Goku's. Hardly like the picture his brain insisted on presenting from time to time. Too one-sided, for starters.
“So much for unbreakable,” Sanzo muttered, folding his hands over Goku's heart. “I swear I will kill you myself,” he told the unconscious monkey. He felt the unmoving chest give under his hands – the sternum was just as breakable as one might expect. Thirty pumps, two breaths; how many times he’d done this in his lifetime? More than he could recall at the moment, certainly more times then he cared to remember. Survival rate wasn’t good, but then again, the situations requiring CPR were usually bad.
Hakkai, if he had any sense would have been running with a defibrillator by now, Sanzo thought. If the plan was correct, the mainframe wasn’t far – it couldn’t have been far. The bloody useless doctor should be here by now!
Sanzo, despite the awkwardness of the first few seconds, was now running on automatic. His vertigo was still making funny noises in the back of his head, clutching to the available reality, his brain felt like a whirlpool, but his movements were quick and assured. He had done it before. He had rehearsed it too, in order to be prepared if such a situation ever arose. It was simple: he was to keep Goku’s blood flowing, until Hakkai got there, which had better be soon. He knew how it should work, so it came as a surprise when, all of a sudden, Goku jerked under Sanzo’s hands, rolled to his side and made an inspired effort to cough his lungs out. He tried to get up, but his hands were shaking too badly to support his weight, so he settled for wheezing, half-lying half on his knees.
“I'm hungry,” he said quietly, once the cough subsided. His voice was rough with effort and every breath produced a rasping sound, most painful to hear.
“You fucking idiot,” Sanzo managed. He didn’t move from where he’d been the past five minutes, on his knees next to the monkey. He was still staring to process what had just happened. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, right. And then Goku woke up. Not exactly the outcome he was anticipating, but definitely not something he would protest.
He moved at last to help Goku into a sitting position. That was his intention, at least, so he was quite unsure how he ended up breathing into Goku's mouth yet again. His tired brain provided no memory of the monkey having another fit. Sanzo, for once in his life, had no logical explanation for his actions. It was quite exhilarating.
“Moron,” Sanzo muttered over a lungful of fresh air.
“’m awake,” Goku said. His chest was heaving with effort and his lips were rather swollen. His eyes were slowly sliding closed. “No need f’r CPR. ‘m breathin’.”
“If you repeat that in front of Gojyo, I’ll kill you,” Sanzo said.
“Too late,” Gojyo said, walking up to them. “I heard.”
Sanzo turned his head and gave him a long look. It was simultaneously a challenge, a plea for mercy and a show of contempt. Only Sanzo.
Hakkai made a beeline for Goku, with a handy bag of rudimentary medical supplies. “His heartbeat is erratic, I think we might expect a relapse,” he told Sanzo a minute later.
“How soon?”
“That’s hard to say. We need to get him anaesthetised, that could buy us some time.”
Sanzo held his gaze and nodded. His cool was returning now, unstoppable like an atmospheric front. “We have to go,” he said, declaring the CPR subject closed. Unsteadily he got himself and Goku to their feet. Walking, especially with an arm around Sanzo’s shoulders, wouldn’t be good for Goku’s ribs, but staying a minute longer than necessary was out of question.
“Did you get the data?” Sanzo asked as they made their way to the elevator.
In response Gojyo waved the hard disc in Sanzo’s face. “We run into a bit of trouble, but it turned out it wasn’t anything serious. Apparently screensavers double as security here.”
“I don’t want to know,” the captain said curtly. Goku was quite heavy, for someone of his size. Manoeuvring him took a lot of effort, the stupid, idiotically warm killer monkey. Sanzo adjusted Goku’s arm around his neck.
“Did you contact the ship?” Hakkai asked.
“Yes. They are in the clouds, running from an army of scavengers.” There was a moment of silence.
“So what’s the other news? The oxygen will end in ten minutes?”
“We have to wait until Yaone gives us the signal.”
“What are the odds of getting the signal in here?”
“There is a hangar,” Goku whispered from Sanzo’s side. “Oughta have crafts. We could get out.”
“Getting out with a craft when there’s scavengers around is suicide,” Sanzo said curtly. He took a deep breath. “But we have no other choice.”
“This way.” They followed Hakkai through the mazes of corridors. Sanzo paused at the medical storage.
“Hakkai – meds.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Meds. Equipment. Anything we might need and is not too much to carry.”
“We’re pausing to rob people now?”
“We’re carting out the monkey, I think they won’t miss a couple bottles of aspirin.”
“Probably not,” Gojyo conceded stepping over someone’s body. The air circulation was really spectacular in here. The sickly smell of death was barely present and the bodies were half-mummified.
“Take whatever is in that cabinet.” Hakkai picked up a chair and smashed the glass of another one. “Adrenaline should be in that blue cupboard.”
Sanzo seated Goku on a chair and wrenched the door open. Packing was exceedingly simple: check the label, check with Hakkai, grab a whole package and throw it into one of the two cardboard boxes. Hakkai seemed to have something more immediate on his mind though: he paused to tear open a fresh syringe, a tiny bottle and needles.
“What’s that?”
“Paximycin.” Hakkai wiped the inside of Goku’s elbow with a disinfect-soaked pad. Goku barely blinked when the needle was buried in his arm.
“Hakkai-”
“The drug Goku’s addicted to. If what he’s experiencing has anything to do with withdrawal, it should help. If not, it’s relatively harmless and in this dose acts as an anti-depressant.”
There was only so much they could take without impairing their mobility. Hakkai and Gojyo carried the loaded boxes, Sanzo acted as a crutch for Goku, who was a little livelier after the injection, but far from his usual exuberance. Breathing was still a chore, judging by the rasping sounds he made every time his chest moved.
“So much to steal, so little time,” Sanzo muttered when they entered the hangar. There were rows of shiny new speeders and crafts. A couple of these and they could take some time off to rest on a far moon, hopefully away from the government rats. “We need something fast,” Sanzo said.
They selected a shiny new metallic Ferrari hovercraft. Sanzo recalled the model as being one of the fastest on the market, plus her tank was full and her colour matched West’s. “Those fuckers paid well, didn’t they?” Sanzo asked Hakkai as they piled into the vehicle. The boes fit easily behind the front seats – the sleek design didn’t yield to trunks.
“Exceedingly so.”
Sanzo removed a covering board from underneath the steer with the help of a knife and stared at the cables. Fuck and fuck again. Double-wired, bypasses, didn’t they ever hear of civic duty? All crafts should be easy for the police force to hotwire in case of an emergency. Of course, he wasn’t a police force at the moment, but it was an emergency and he needed to hotwire this shit. He could too, except it would take a moment. A moment they did not have.
“Red,” Goku said. Sanzo felt the whisper on his ear. “Cut all the red wires. Then hook the three on the left with the greens-”
“- from the ignition’s side.” Sanzo nodded to himself. That made sense. A moment of manipulating the wires and the craft roared into life, except it was a Ferrari, so it was more of a purr. Sanzo didn’t have to turn to know that Goku fell against the side. His breathing was laboured again and definitely not easing up. “Strap in.”
Hakkai managed to get the hangar door open while Sanzo was busy rewiring the ignition. “Don’t open it yet,” the captain called. Hakkai nodded and climbed into the craft. “We get out of here, the scavengers will be on us in no time at all. They might be distracted with all the machinery in here, but it’s too much to hope for, for all of them to be distracted. So keep your fucking hands gripping something less likely to be blown off and pray.”
“If you were a little less positive,” Gojyo said checking Goku’s seatbelt, “we’d have to get out there, lay down and cover ourselves with white sheets.”
“It’s a wonder you went into whoring when obviously clowning is the job for you.” Sanzo flipped the lights on, nodded to Hakkai to open the gates and floored the gas.
It went perfectly for about twenty seconds after they shot out of the hangar and into the thick fog. “You didn’t bring any grenades?” Gojyo yelled when they found themselves chased by no less than three of the more mobile scavenger ships. Luckily for them the majority was indeed distracted by the shiny contents of the wide-open hangar and were pillaging the contents.
“Do I look like an armoury?” Sanzo unhooked the communicator from his belt and handed it to Hakkai. “Contact Yaone. Tell her we’re heading straight west from the drop point and we should be out of town and on the plains in five minutes.”
“And hope their problems don’t exceed ours.”
“Shut up.”
Sanzo tuned out Gojyo after that, as well as Hakkai’s constant and fruitless calls to Yaone. He didn’t allow the thought that they were alone into his head. Driving at breakneck speed required concentration, especially when he had to pay attention not only to the road (dingy little town and then miles and miles of lack of road, populated by rocks, bushes and other more rocks, all served with a generous garnish of fog) but the three hopeful scavenger crafts, who often sent harpoons flying their way. Every now and again Sanzo would hear a strained comment from Goku, ordering him to go this or that way. It saved Gojyo from a harpoon through the head at least once.
“How long can we keep this up?” Gojyo yelled over the roar of the engines of the pursuing ships. Their craft was still purring, despite the effort. Sanzo patted himself on the back for the choice.
“This might be have been the wrong question to ask,” Hakkai said pausing in his efforts to reach Yaone.
The scavengers were not tiring, for some reason. “They must really be starved!”
“This is getting fucking ridiculous,” Sanzo muttered. He could go faster, but what’s the point of going faster to run from something, if he was going to land them on a surprise rock? “Yaone, for fuck’s sake! Get my ship down here!” he yelled, not taking his eyes off the misty plain.
There was relative silence in the ether. And then, suddenly, the deafening roar of West’s engines filled the air, as the familiar bulk of the transporter’s open cargo hold filled his vision. Sanzo barely had the time to stomp on the brakes before they were crashing into the far wall and leaving the accursed planet and the scavengers behind them.
Sanzo didn’t dare move from the driver’s seat for a long while. “Holy fuck,” he said dumbly.
“Man. Someone up there likes you a lot,” Kougaji said clapping him on the shoulder. “Now help me get Jien out.” He looked exhausted, but aside from a few scratches, unharmed.
“Jien?”
“He’s fine,” Kougaji waved his hand at the urgency in Sanzo’s voice. “Lirin is whimpering from exhaustion on account of running around with the duct tape, Yaone had the proximity alerts and part of the external communication unit explode in her face, but other than losing a bit of hair she is good.” The latter piece of news, or rather the tone in which it was delivered, made Sanzo’s hair stand on the back of his neck. Exploded in her face, meaning she was lucky to be alive.
He crossed the hold quickly, to help Gojyo move the loose pieces of cargo trapping Jien to the wall. “Jien, report.”
“I thought Kou was the report person,” Jien said. He was clenching his teeth and clutching his left arm to his chest, but other than a trickle of blood flowing down his face from a horizontal cut beneath the eyes, he looked fine.
“Jien!”
“Arm’s broken, but I’m good.”
“Hakkai, patch everyone up. Then find whatever it takes to fix the monkey. Gojyo, find my cat and bring him to the cockpit, then help Hakkai. Monkey, you sit your ass down and don’t have another episode.*” Sanzo moved to the ship’s internal communication unit. “This is the captain. Lirin, if nothing looks like it might blow up within the hour, get to the infirmary. Yaone, I will be right there. Start unbuckling.”
“Yessir.” Yaone’s voice was strained, but smug satisfaction radiated from the speakers.
“She’s getting off on this, ain’t she?” Gojyo told Kougaji, who shrugged.
“She just pulled of an impossible rescue without the proximity alerts. She’s entitled.”
“She’d be entitled to a raise, if I could afford it. Now get!”
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Ficcy: And so, the cliffie from chapter 16 is resolved. ^______^ This, I think, will only have one more chapter. I have a good idea how and why, just need to reason it out properly. Yay, almost finished!
“He is not breathing,” Sanzo said into the communicator, loud and clear.
On the other side he could hear Gojyo was sputtering and Hakkai, most likely, listening with polite interest. “Does he have a pulse?” What do you know, Sanzo would have thought, had their been space for anything other than the four words he’d just uttered in his brain, there was actual alarm in his voice.
“No,” Sanzo replied.
“Did you see what happened?”
“Homura said something and Goku collapsed. Grabbed his chest and collapsed.”
“CPR,” Hakkai said.
“What?”
“CPR, Sanzo. I hardly think you are unfamiliar with the term.”
There was a long moment in which the captain assembled his brain cells and roared them into submission. “You want me to give him mouth-to-mouth?” Legions of medical doctors thousands of work-hours, and the little moron still needed something as mundane as CPR.
“Not particularly. But if I get there and he is dead because you didn’t, I'll eviscerate you, boil your innards and feed them to you, spoon by spoon.”
Sanzo stopped listening after “if”. He tilted Goku's head back and listened for a second. Nothing. Sanzo cursed and pressed his mouth to Goku's. Hardly like the picture his brain insisted on presenting from time to time. Too one-sided, for starters.
“So much for unbreakable,” Sanzo muttered, folding his hands over Goku's heart. “I swear I will kill you myself,” he told the unconscious monkey. He felt the unmoving chest give under his hands – the sternum was just as breakable as one might expect. Thirty pumps, two breaths; how many times he’d done this in his lifetime? More than he could recall at the moment, certainly more times then he cared to remember. Survival rate wasn’t good, but then again, the situations requiring CPR were usually bad.
Hakkai, if he had any sense would have been running with a defibrillator by now, Sanzo thought. If the plan was correct, the mainframe wasn’t far – it couldn’t have been far. The bloody useless doctor should be here by now!
Sanzo, despite the awkwardness of the first few seconds, was now running on automatic. His vertigo was still making funny noises in the back of his head, clutching to the available reality, his brain felt like a whirlpool, but his movements were quick and assured. He had done it before. He had rehearsed it too, in order to be prepared if such a situation ever arose. It was simple: he was to keep Goku’s blood flowing, until Hakkai got there, which had better be soon. He knew how it should work, so it came as a surprise when, all of a sudden, Goku jerked under Sanzo’s hands, rolled to his side and made an inspired effort to cough his lungs out. He tried to get up, but his hands were shaking too badly to support his weight, so he settled for wheezing, half-lying half on his knees.
“I'm hungry,” he said quietly, once the cough subsided. His voice was rough with effort and every breath produced a rasping sound, most painful to hear.
“You fucking idiot,” Sanzo managed. He didn’t move from where he’d been the past five minutes, on his knees next to the monkey. He was still staring to process what had just happened. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, right. And then Goku woke up. Not exactly the outcome he was anticipating, but definitely not something he would protest.
He moved at last to help Goku into a sitting position. That was his intention, at least, so he was quite unsure how he ended up breathing into Goku's mouth yet again. His tired brain provided no memory of the monkey having another fit. Sanzo, for once in his life, had no logical explanation for his actions. It was quite exhilarating.
“Moron,” Sanzo muttered over a lungful of fresh air.
“’m awake,” Goku said. His chest was heaving with effort and his lips were rather swollen. His eyes were slowly sliding closed. “No need f’r CPR. ‘m breathin’.”
“If you repeat that in front of Gojyo, I’ll kill you,” Sanzo said.
“Too late,” Gojyo said, walking up to them. “I heard.”
Sanzo turned his head and gave him a long look. It was simultaneously a challenge, a plea for mercy and a show of contempt. Only Sanzo.
Hakkai made a beeline for Goku, with a handy bag of rudimentary medical supplies. “His heartbeat is erratic, I think we might expect a relapse,” he told Sanzo a minute later.
“How soon?”
“That’s hard to say. We need to get him anaesthetised, that could buy us some time.”
Sanzo held his gaze and nodded. His cool was returning now, unstoppable like an atmospheric front. “We have to go,” he said, declaring the CPR subject closed. Unsteadily he got himself and Goku to their feet. Walking, especially with an arm around Sanzo’s shoulders, wouldn’t be good for Goku’s ribs, but staying a minute longer than necessary was out of question.
“Did you get the data?” Sanzo asked as they made their way to the elevator.
In response Gojyo waved the hard disc in Sanzo’s face. “We run into a bit of trouble, but it turned out it wasn’t anything serious. Apparently screensavers double as security here.”
“I don’t want to know,” the captain said curtly. Goku was quite heavy, for someone of his size. Manoeuvring him took a lot of effort, the stupid, idiotically warm killer monkey. Sanzo adjusted Goku’s arm around his neck.
“Did you contact the ship?” Hakkai asked.
“Yes. They are in the clouds, running from an army of scavengers.” There was a moment of silence.
“So what’s the other news? The oxygen will end in ten minutes?”
“We have to wait until Yaone gives us the signal.”
“What are the odds of getting the signal in here?”
“There is a hangar,” Goku whispered from Sanzo’s side. “Oughta have crafts. We could get out.”
“Getting out with a craft when there’s scavengers around is suicide,” Sanzo said curtly. He took a deep breath. “But we have no other choice.”
“This way.” They followed Hakkai through the mazes of corridors. Sanzo paused at the medical storage.
“Hakkai – meds.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Meds. Equipment. Anything we might need and is not too much to carry.”
“We’re pausing to rob people now?”
“We’re carting out the monkey, I think they won’t miss a couple bottles of aspirin.”
“Probably not,” Gojyo conceded stepping over someone’s body. The air circulation was really spectacular in here. The sickly smell of death was barely present and the bodies were half-mummified.
“Take whatever is in that cabinet.” Hakkai picked up a chair and smashed the glass of another one. “Adrenaline should be in that blue cupboard.”
Sanzo seated Goku on a chair and wrenched the door open. Packing was exceedingly simple: check the label, check with Hakkai, grab a whole package and throw it into one of the two cardboard boxes. Hakkai seemed to have something more immediate on his mind though: he paused to tear open a fresh syringe, a tiny bottle and needles.
“What’s that?”
“Paximycin.” Hakkai wiped the inside of Goku’s elbow with a disinfect-soaked pad. Goku barely blinked when the needle was buried in his arm.
“Hakkai-”
“The drug Goku’s addicted to. If what he’s experiencing has anything to do with withdrawal, it should help. If not, it’s relatively harmless and in this dose acts as an anti-depressant.”
There was only so much they could take without impairing their mobility. Hakkai and Gojyo carried the loaded boxes, Sanzo acted as a crutch for Goku, who was a little livelier after the injection, but far from his usual exuberance. Breathing was still a chore, judging by the rasping sounds he made every time his chest moved.
“So much to steal, so little time,” Sanzo muttered when they entered the hangar. There were rows of shiny new speeders and crafts. A couple of these and they could take some time off to rest on a far moon, hopefully away from the government rats. “We need something fast,” Sanzo said.
They selected a shiny new metallic Ferrari hovercraft. Sanzo recalled the model as being one of the fastest on the market, plus her tank was full and her colour matched West’s. “Those fuckers paid well, didn’t they?” Sanzo asked Hakkai as they piled into the vehicle. The boes fit easily behind the front seats – the sleek design didn’t yield to trunks.
“Exceedingly so.”
Sanzo removed a covering board from underneath the steer with the help of a knife and stared at the cables. Fuck and fuck again. Double-wired, bypasses, didn’t they ever hear of civic duty? All crafts should be easy for the police force to hotwire in case of an emergency. Of course, he wasn’t a police force at the moment, but it was an emergency and he needed to hotwire this shit. He could too, except it would take a moment. A moment they did not have.
“Red,” Goku said. Sanzo felt the whisper on his ear. “Cut all the red wires. Then hook the three on the left with the greens-”
“- from the ignition’s side.” Sanzo nodded to himself. That made sense. A moment of manipulating the wires and the craft roared into life, except it was a Ferrari, so it was more of a purr. Sanzo didn’t have to turn to know that Goku fell against the side. His breathing was laboured again and definitely not easing up. “Strap in.”
Hakkai managed to get the hangar door open while Sanzo was busy rewiring the ignition. “Don’t open it yet,” the captain called. Hakkai nodded and climbed into the craft. “We get out of here, the scavengers will be on us in no time at all. They might be distracted with all the machinery in here, but it’s too much to hope for, for all of them to be distracted. So keep your fucking hands gripping something less likely to be blown off and pray.”
“If you were a little less positive,” Gojyo said checking Goku’s seatbelt, “we’d have to get out there, lay down and cover ourselves with white sheets.”
“It’s a wonder you went into whoring when obviously clowning is the job for you.” Sanzo flipped the lights on, nodded to Hakkai to open the gates and floored the gas.
It went perfectly for about twenty seconds after they shot out of the hangar and into the thick fog. “You didn’t bring any grenades?” Gojyo yelled when they found themselves chased by no less than three of the more mobile scavenger ships. Luckily for them the majority was indeed distracted by the shiny contents of the wide-open hangar and were pillaging the contents.
“Do I look like an armoury?” Sanzo unhooked the communicator from his belt and handed it to Hakkai. “Contact Yaone. Tell her we’re heading straight west from the drop point and we should be out of town and on the plains in five minutes.”
“And hope their problems don’t exceed ours.”
“Shut up.”
Sanzo tuned out Gojyo after that, as well as Hakkai’s constant and fruitless calls to Yaone. He didn’t allow the thought that they were alone into his head. Driving at breakneck speed required concentration, especially when he had to pay attention not only to the road (dingy little town and then miles and miles of lack of road, populated by rocks, bushes and other more rocks, all served with a generous garnish of fog) but the three hopeful scavenger crafts, who often sent harpoons flying their way. Every now and again Sanzo would hear a strained comment from Goku, ordering him to go this or that way. It saved Gojyo from a harpoon through the head at least once.
“How long can we keep this up?” Gojyo yelled over the roar of the engines of the pursuing ships. Their craft was still purring, despite the effort. Sanzo patted himself on the back for the choice.
“This might be have been the wrong question to ask,” Hakkai said pausing in his efforts to reach Yaone.
The scavengers were not tiring, for some reason. “They must really be starved!”
“This is getting fucking ridiculous,” Sanzo muttered. He could go faster, but what’s the point of going faster to run from something, if he was going to land them on a surprise rock? “Yaone, for fuck’s sake! Get my ship down here!” he yelled, not taking his eyes off the misty plain.
There was relative silence in the ether. And then, suddenly, the deafening roar of West’s engines filled the air, as the familiar bulk of the transporter’s open cargo hold filled his vision. Sanzo barely had the time to stomp on the brakes before they were crashing into the far wall and leaving the accursed planet and the scavengers behind them.
Sanzo didn’t dare move from the driver’s seat for a long while. “Holy fuck,” he said dumbly.
“Man. Someone up there likes you a lot,” Kougaji said clapping him on the shoulder. “Now help me get Jien out.” He looked exhausted, but aside from a few scratches, unharmed.
“Jien?”
“He’s fine,” Kougaji waved his hand at the urgency in Sanzo’s voice. “Lirin is whimpering from exhaustion on account of running around with the duct tape, Yaone had the proximity alerts and part of the external communication unit explode in her face, but other than losing a bit of hair she is good.” The latter piece of news, or rather the tone in which it was delivered, made Sanzo’s hair stand on the back of his neck. Exploded in her face, meaning she was lucky to be alive.
He crossed the hold quickly, to help Gojyo move the loose pieces of cargo trapping Jien to the wall. “Jien, report.”
“I thought Kou was the report person,” Jien said. He was clenching his teeth and clutching his left arm to his chest, but other than a trickle of blood flowing down his face from a horizontal cut beneath the eyes, he looked fine.
“Jien!”
“Arm’s broken, but I’m good.”
“Hakkai, patch everyone up. Then find whatever it takes to fix the monkey. Gojyo, find my cat and bring him to the cockpit, then help Hakkai. Monkey, you sit your ass down and don’t have another episode.*” Sanzo moved to the ship’s internal communication unit. “This is the captain. Lirin, if nothing looks like it might blow up within the hour, get to the infirmary. Yaone, I will be right there. Start unbuckling.”
“Yessir.” Yaone’s voice was strained, but smug satisfaction radiated from the speakers.
“She’s getting off on this, ain’t she?” Gojyo told Kougaji, who shrugged.
“She just pulled of an impossible rescue without the proximity alerts. She’s entitled.”
“She’d be entitled to a raise, if I could afford it. Now get!”
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