[Fade from black]
*scene shows a Bladerunner-esque interior, two cops are sat relaxed at a table playing cards and smoking cigarettes*
Cop 1 > Hey Bob, you noticed we got a new bounty hunter in town? Seems ta be pretty decent at it too. Flies a Fer-de-Lance.
Cop 2 > Noh Jim, I've been off duty for two weeks, what's his name?
Cop 1 > *Her*. Her name is Hellzorkettle. Or something like that. Anyway, we sent Bill out in the new Anaconda the other evening to help out. Came back and he'd not even fired a shot. Said she was melting them up like nobody's business.
[Cut to close up over Cop 2's shoulder, focus out of window. A giant space battle plays out in the far distance among an asteroid field. Pink plasma and laser beams glitter. A single, soundless explosion erupts]
Cop 2 > Okay, well if she wants to clean up the system, I can sit here all night playing cards. I'll teach you how to hustle properly one of these nights, Jimmy-boy. *laughs mockingly*
Cop 1 > Yeah sure, you still owe me those twelve hundred credits I lent you for putting that hole in the...... [interrupted by]
Cop 2 > Let's not go there, eh *chuckles nervously*
[long shot of the room as an awkward silence descends]
Cop 1 > Heyy, uhh. Bob. You remember that time we busted into the Sergeant's office and found those numbers under the whisky in his bottom drawer?
Cop 2 > Aw come on Jim, let's not **** about with this again, ok?
Cop 1 > No. I'm serious. That Fer-de-Lance could use a turn of speed, probably some bigger shields and some nice fat slugs in that huge multicannon. All we'd have to do is send a message from anonymous protocol from the terminal out in the hallway. No-one would know any different.
[close up of Bob's face as he struggles with the dilemma]
Cop 2 > Ok ok, y'know what. Let's give it a few days. If she's still alive and the crime stats tally up, we're on shift again on Wednesday night. If it means we get to sit here getting paid instead of risking our backsides out there, I'm in.
Cop 1 > I'm in.
Cop 2 > Ok, let me draft up a message through anonprot. We're doing what, Palin, Todd and the shields guy.. umm, Cheung?
Cop 1 > Yep, that's him. You still got the numbers in your book?
Cop 2 > Sure do, they're kinda my insurance blanket.
[long shot of the room as Cop 2 kicks his chair back and strolls over to the door, flicking through a notebook he takes out of the inside pocket of his jacket]
Cop 2 > Hey uhh, what was her name again? Hellokizmet?
Cop 1 > Yeah, something like that. Or Echopitty. Look it up on the station landing logs. It's the FDL with all the tack-on bits that the kids are putting on their ships these days. Must have more money than sense.
Cop 2 > *laughing* Don't they all Jim. Don't they all......
[And scene. Fade to black]