"Clamhawk, sir," a stout rodent-man addresses, "that lil bounty hunter 'asn't reported in ye'."
"What?!" Clamhawk demands, nearly spilling his rum.
"Don' you rememer?" the same rodent-man asks. "We toll her to report in affer abou 12 hours, 'nd--"
"I know what we told her!" Clamhawk barks. "Open a com-channel with her ship! I'm gonna get her reason why she hasn't called us yet."
As the rodent-man scurries away to get the communications system, Clamhawk finishes his rum.
"Alright, you can stop," he tells the silver wolfgirl licking his wrinkly zipklor. "I'm no longer in the mood."
The wolfgirl stands up and nods, walking away as she puts her clothing back on.
---
The Sinful Ones' ship flies on towards the Hunter's hang-out. Verde straps on her sharpened heels, and Y'Tar wraps his hands again in the black tape.
*DUDU DU DUDU DU* A ringtone sounds from somewhere.
*DUDU DU DUDU DU*
"What is that?" Verde asks, poking her head out of the room.
"That's my ship's communications system!" Ruby exclaims.
Ruby hurries off the bed and down the stairs. Y'Tar chases after.
"Is that Clamhawk calling you?" he asks.
"Probably," Ruby answers. "I was supposed to report on my progress an hour ago, but I was busy with... well, you know."
Ruby enters her ship and turns on the communicator.
"Ruby!" barks a gruff male with leathery skin. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be half way to where Saffire is, and I don't even think you're in space!"
"Sorry," Ruby says, "I took my ship in for a pit-stop, and we're still not done."
"You better get rid of that Troq like we paid you to," he threatens. "Or else we'll be hunting you!"
With that, Clamhawk cuts off the communications signal, and the screen goes blank.
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