--Warehouse, South Docks--
The crew was standing about the crate of wine, wondering what to do about it. Sure they had been hired to retrieve the crate but they had to wonder if the 7000 crown payoff was really worth it. They had a decent amount of equipment and other items they could sell for more than that scavenged from the ship but they might take a dent in their reputation, not that it mattered, they had literally been shot at getting this crate of wine intact.
"Captain, why are we considering this?" Preston said as he passed around a thermos of iced tea. "Shouldn't we just turn it over? We'll get paid right?"
"Preston," Travis said speaking up, "Consider the fact we were shot at to get this wine," He took a swig of the tea, "And because of that we are going to hand it over to a man who couldn't be bothered to get it himself."
"I don't see what that has to do with anything Travis." Preston deadpanned.
"Simple, we earned the damned wine, and I say we keep a few bottles."
Reynold smirked, "I can drink to that." And he did, grabbing the thermos and taking a deep swig.
"I agree," Alex said, "Besides, not like the contract specified a number of bottles. And the crate was broken by the crash, perhaps a few bottles went missing." He looked at the crew. "All in favor?" All hands went up. "Right, take 5 bottles out Travis, there's like 40 in there."
Travis picked out 5 bottles and went to the old office that had been converted into their home. It was at that moment a knock sounded from the warehouse entrance and 4 people entered. Well more specifically, Dahlia, The Captain's Daughter Lorena, A familiar face, and an unfamiliar face with an axe.
--Armory--
Amelia tsked, and went back to organizing weapons.
Children.