Torn space

"If an offense come out of the truth, better is; it that the offense come than, that the truth be concealed."

-Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles.

-Command ship-

"Impossible! Are kidding me!" Abel.

The team is gathering their loots in their apartment, there are so many Abel was refuse to believe the results.

"Three thousand four hundred and forty eight pills! We split five ways!" Primus.

"Please leader, we asked to be not included in this loot sharing, the experience was very educating for all of us! It was rewarding!" Drexlar.

"Then it's four ways!" Primus smiled.

"What about the thirty percent house tax?" Abel.

"This is after tax! Dumb ass!" Primus.

"How when?" Abel.

"The back pack was a house issued thing! They automatically hold out the output!" Primus.

"Ow! I knew that!" Abel.

"Please read the manual, you are lazy!" Hati.

"Well, excusssssseeee me, wonder kid!" Abel taking out his tongue making funny faces at Hati.