Too Stubborn To Die

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Gatz allowed himself a smirk at Valery's boast. She was right. Too often criminals put all their time and energy into puffing out their chests, only to have the wind taken out of their sails when things went awry—usually because a single element was out of their control. Today, that element was the two of them: a man who knew the criminal underworld inside and out, and a woman with a talent for getting mixed up in situations she had no business being mixed up in.
He liked to think that was what made them such a good team: their spontaneity.
"Should I act like an ass to you in front of them? To make our little 'rivalry' feel more realistic?"
"I think that's a good idea. It'll make it more believable when I 'betray' you to them. Just... if you're gonna throw insults, I draw the line at orphan jokes."
Valery set The Red Night down with a practiced skill, because of course she did. She was an incredible pilot. Gatz had never doubted that, it was simply hard to tell someone 'here, have have the keys to my house, go fly it into an asteroid field.' But she hadn't so much as put a scratch on his ship's hull, and that was worth noting.
"Alright," Gatz sighed, "I can't pretend that wasn't a textbook landing. Maybe... maybe I'll let you fly my ship more often."
Gatz stood from his seat, and turned for the door. There was no point in delaying, not when they had a shipment to pick-up. Not when they had a drug cartel to bust. He made an amused noise in his throat at that thought. Here he was, fighting the spice trade instead of being part of it. Life really was a funny thing, wasn't it.
"So, before I drop the ramp..." Gatz trailed off, "how exactly am I betraying you? Like, what is it you're 'doing' to wrong them?"