"Oh, so you're the one giving orders this time?" Aerin cracked by, a grin on her now unhelmeted face.
"I guess I can understand the importance of not blowing up expensive things unless they are enemies though, so I'll be on it" the CEO conceded, throwing her helmet back on (How she got her hair in without trying was a mystery) and then rushing out of the med-bay. She had somehow tacked into the communications though, and told Luca "You keep in touch- Anything you guys need, tell me and I'll see what I can do, though somebody's paying for the stuff you guys have nicked from my hangar."

Soon, she was out of the ship again and headed down to the statue like a bullet, searching for a bomb to remove.

Ernie wasn't used to speaking to other machine entities in analog speech, it kept its transmissions strictly digital. It was only a little droid after all, it didn't really understand taunting or humor.

Instead, Ernie got to work trying to defuse the giant ball of wires with the countdown in the middle of room. Ernie instantly coming to the decision to ditch the first step of his new guide telling it to "Cut the red wire."

As Zeta and the little droid marched off after the explosives, Smith did the smart thing; get a wheelbarrow from the under-construction site. It wasn't even hard really, but by the time he arrived, the Ori-Rep couldn't help but mentally groan.

He watched as Zeta hefted one of them - big, giant explosives that had to weigh at least a hundred pounds each. "Of course Miss Five." At that, he laboriously hefted one of the explosives into the wheelbarrow, the veneer of the implacable-man-in-black breaking to reveal a person who's back strained like any normal person's would.

As he panted upon placing the first explosive into the barrow and began to push it away, Smith braced himself for a sharp, witty remark that would demean him or other. Only, it didn't come - Naoko was sound asleep aboard the ship, not even caring if they succeeded like the cat she was. Unlike Dogs, the Cats often tended to have no true loyalty combined with minds as sharp and perceptive as can be. A dangerous combination.

Even though the two didn't talk to each other much, even today, she always did find just the right words to say at just the right time. As odd as it was, Smith had to admit that he was caught off guard by the lack of her remarks as he got ready to dump the first explosive over the edge.

Like it or not, he'd simply gotten used to her. It wasn't that different from old times, now that he thought of it. Not that different at all. His attention then suddenly came back to the now as he stubbed his toe through his immaculately black shoes, marring the leather. Smith looked up again and followed Zeta more carefully to the edge, silently staring at her back.

"Are you alright Miss Five?" he then decided to ask - now that Smith thought of it, he wasn't the only one who seemed to be stewing in his own juices. Was she angry that Luca had gotten hurt? She may have been his body guard, but the man was alive, right? That meant that Zeta would get paid despite this little slip up. "Even if Luca deducts a little from your pay since he got hurt, it'd should still be a sizable amount, if that's what's bothering you," he spoke coolly.

Zeta just ditched the first barrel into the water at least 30 meters from the shore and flew fast back. It seemed Ernie was trying to defuse the bombs. Risky, but it could pay out. She flew as fast back as she could, which was pretty fast with assault-bag. She flew to see Smithy draggin one of the barrels. What he said seriously ticked him off.

She strode to him and took the barreld from him. She was silent, but her faceplayte neared his face. She would almost like to put her helmet off.

"You are lucky I am so busy or otherwise you would loose few teeth you bugger." She told him with grave voice. "If you think I am worried about money then you would deserve worse." She added and then turned around and took off.

Uriel frowned at Enzo. Really, of all of the times for them to come to a head, it was now? Even so, logic could still prevail. "You make wealth enough for a family of six to live luxuriously. You're likely to earn a stipend for all this civil duty, I doubt Luca would let us go empty-handed for saving his public face, and I can't imagine you let anything valuable out of your sight: that casino was quite lavish, if not pornographic. And yet you still beg for more?"

"Men and women have lost their lives for this man's desires and decadence. My decision stands." Then to the Zero: "Your time is up; a shame you wasted it on silence and attempted suicide." His free hand drew the Tiger's Tears, pointed the massive barrel at the Zero Boss's head and pulled the trigger twice.

Enzo spent every ounce of strength to keep from snarling at Uriel over his claims. He actually lost his composure when Uriel pulled the trigger, cutting his bounty down to the 'dead' option. He took his own Tiger's Tears to the freshly shot up One Zero and filled the chest with hot firey postmortem mortem while growling lowly with barred teeth. Then, with a swoop and a kick, he pulled the body onto the airbike and hung it over the fuselage giving Uriel the same look as a Wolf staring down an intruder in its den.

"Why you dirty, hypocritical, self-righteous Elysian cunt-nosed bitch!" His accent disappeared almost completely in the furious ranting, "How dare you pretend you are any less selfish than me! You were just pissed off because he duped you, and that's all. That's what I never liked about you religious book-slappin' sons of bitches! You use that dirty little book as an excuse to get what you want and you know it! Your god isn't watching! He ain't lookin' at any of us! He isn't real! He's just a big stupid fairy-tale made up so your people can put their boots on anything and everything and pretend it's all okay."

Enzo gunned the accelerator on his airbike, but the transmission wasn't in gear, so the bike just rose slowly and whined loudly under the stress the enraged vagabond was putting on it.

"Don't you ever talk to me for any reason, you pompous shit-for-a-dick!"

The whining grew so loud that his final words were barely recognizable over the sound of the engines, "Or so help me, your god, I will drug you in your sleep and tear every single one of your feathers out one by one and take a fuckin' shit on your face."

And then, just like that, Enzo kicked the bike into gear and zoomed off towards the horizon, in the opposite direction of the Raider or anything really of interest.

Well, that was... Uriel wasn't quite sure what adjective to use. Colorful, exciting, childish, and so on; it was hard to pick just one. That said, he silently vowed to do just as Enzo had asked: the Elysian and Nepleslian would never again speak to each other.

Uriel still couldn't suppress a smirk though: Enzo had taken the body, which could only mean he still intended to turn the man in for a bounty. All that anger because Mr. Hisshana cut Mr. Bortelli's bounty in half. How greedy could a person be?

No matter. That was settled, most likely for good. The Patrician cleaned his blade, sheathed it, and replaced the two spent shells in his revolver. Then he rose to the air once more, seeking the rest of the team. He found them not far away. He came to rest beside Zeta- or at least he would have if she hadn't taken off in such a hurry. He was left alone with Mr. Smith.

"What's the situation here?" he asked.

Aerin flew over the heads of Smith and Zeta, Tossing her burden in the bay before flying back towards the now arguing duo. "You know, Smith, there are things beside money that people find important- sometimes it's objects, sometimes sex, sometimes people. Let her worry about what she wants to worry about, and you can worry about money." She stopped her hovering, and landed on the ground. "I should hope one of my most senior representatives would be more sensitive than that." The CEO shrugged, then got back to work- running to the nearest bomb and working at hefting it so she could ferry it to the bay.

"It's all clear here Mr. Hisshana. We're just performing bomb disposal now since they seem to be rigged to a timer as well as remote detonators," the Origin representative explained, continuing to roll his barrow back to the clusters of explosives. When Aerin spoke however, he came rapt to attention and listened to every word she said.

"Of course Miss Tatst," Smith professionally replied. For him, money was just a means to an end - it wasn't the end all, be all for Smith like it was for some fools. But it was still pretty damn important. With it, he could buy things people took for granted - food, water and safety. Even more importantly, a future could be bought as well. Not for himself though. As Smith loaded up his wheelbarrow again with another one of the large explosive charges, he looked at the larger power armored woman.

"I hope you don't mind me asking Zeta, but if that's not important to you, what is?" Smith asked her with a hint curiosity in his voice.

The wheel on his barrow was now squeaking as he set off to discard the bomb.

Then the Patrician was no longer needed. "Take care," he said in farewell and took flight yet again. All this flying was becoming tiresome and he was more than a little excited to let his sore shoulders rest.

Before that, however, there were prayers to be given, forgiveness to be requested, and sins to count. He felt uncomfortable doing so on the Origin ship as it lacked a place of solitude.