Day Two: Morning

[Retane]

'What's next Retane?' The mercenary haulted, pondering the voice as he looked around. He didn't know where it had come from and even turned to Tapion who was further off to his right. The elvish warrior moved as he had been doing since they had set back out. Was he hearing things? Perhaps even imagining them?

'You're to be faced with one of three rather hard-to-swallow situations.' The namek yielded his march, knowing all too well that it was Enroshia by some sort of telepathy.

'One. Tapion will die in a fight by your side. You will have failed him and your loyalties to ye' both. You will be alone again and back to your own solo habits, lost in that cold dark mentality that you forever seem to thirst upon.'

'Two. You will have to face him in the end to decide which of you will be victorious. Do you really think you can? Or have you goner soft. Can you place that Nail gunto his forehead, look him in the eyes and tell, that of which you call a freind, good bye, then pull the trigger? Or could you be more devious and take one of his own grenades, pull the pin and make him deep throat it? Will you be able to handle the blood that splatters upon you? will you lick the droplets that get upon your lips and give that wicked smile that you tend to hide from the world? Will you be able to savour the victory?'

'Three. You die. You fall to the ground taking your last bit of breaths as your foe stands over your body. You recognize defeat as everything goes black. You become elimated from the Abyss and you fail your mission to survive. There will be no, "I didn't accept the mission this time", Devious. You accepted the mission when you placed that collar upon your green flesh.'

'What will you do when one of these scenarios begins to unfold?'

The assassin just stood there. He didn't pay attention to the distant echoes of Tapion asking if he was alright, even thoguh the Konat was right beside him. The heartless namekian just played the words over in his mind. 'What would he do?'

There was no simple answer as to what he would do. This much, he knew. All of the options were open and there was no true planning if anyone of them did happen. All the warrior could do was know that whatever happened, he wouldn't just lay down. He would fight and he would be incontrol of the situation. It would happen the way he allowed it to!

A hand grabbed his shoulder.

Retane snapped around and reached for the nail gun. It was up in a matter of seconds and pointed straight into the face of Tapion.

Imedeately(sp?), the namek dropped his gun to his side, his eyes wide open. He realised his muscles were tight and he was flexed, ready to strike. He stood there, hunting for words to offer for his actions, but he found none.

"Are you ok?" Came the konat, once again.

Retane only nodded and turned away, stalking off, searching for his next victim. Tapion follwed suit.