RETIREMENT PLAN

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Maya: So, you got any plans after this?
Grey: After what, exactly?
Maya: The whole, “bringing your friend back with the help of hell’s tech support” thing.
Grey: You know... I really don’t.
Maya: Thought that might be the case - having just gotten off the revenge wagon, myself. You have that look about ya.
Grey: How very insightful of you.
Maya: Hey - With Nathan gone, I’ve got no crew. Which, in my profession, is a super shitty spot to be in.
Grey: I’m so sorry about Nathan. And I’m sorry you got swept up... in all this.
Maya: Thanks. Makes me sick what they did to him and the others. And it happens all the time.
Maya: Well, maybe not to the extremes Nathan suffered. But people get snapped up and used like animals without a second thought.
Grey: If I had to put money on it, I suspect you’d win ‘person most likely to be able to fuck up that whole operation.’
Maya: I could. I know how those sick fucks work. Maybe I should get back on the revenge wagon.
Maya: Wanna join me? Ladies only crew?
Grey: Hah - Well, it would be for a noble cause.
Maya: Come on, it’d be fun... admit it.
Grey: Mm...it would be nice to not walk in on someone taking a leak off the side of the ship...
Maya: Yeah... I can’t guarantee that won’t happen, even without men on board.
Grey: --Yeah but based on our last sea trip, I’m not sure I’m cut out for a life at sea.
Maya: Come on, Grey. What do you say?
Grey: I dunno...
Maya: We could all get matching jackets.
Grey: Sod it. If you’re fine with swabbing my sick off the deck - I’m in.