#in which cid is still duplicitous

[niobiumao3]

Six Sentence Sunday

Phee scoffed. “Splitting? Please, Scaleback, I’d be fronting crew and transport. I’ll give you a percentage as a finder’s fee.”

“Mmmmm. Fair enough.” Cid tapped the side of her glass. “Twenty-five.”

Phee narrowed her eyes. “What, am I your sugar mama now? Eight.”

“A sugar mama would make it an even fifty. Twenty.”

“No a sugar mama would ask how you lost your perfectly good crew. Ten.”

Cid bared her teeth. “Fifteen,” she snapped. Phee could tell she’d drawn blood by the lack of additional commentary.

It was more than Phee wanted to shave off, but the bounty was high enough to make it tolerable. Added to that was how easy it should be—how much trouble could one alchemist be?