Sebastian drives the tadpole through the hectic Oasis city streets. June and Dusty hide in the supply closet to avoid being seen from the windows.

"Oh! Um. Here’s one." Sebastian announces nervously as he drives the tadpole into a large fuel station lot.

Like the city around it, the fuel station is very busy. Traffic moves in and out rapidly. Sebastian parks the tadpole at an empty pump. A sensor under the vehicle reads its Vehicle Identification Number. A large hydraulic arm unfolds from the ground underneath and mounts to the tadpole’s frame, keeping it elevated without using its hover engines. The sensor also logs the tadpole’s presence with a timestamp. He unbuckles his seatbelt. Before he can get out of his seat, June is next to him. Her hand is subtly placed on the hilt of her sheathed blade.

"Fill both the tanks. Then get back in and drive us out of here. Okay, Sebastian?" June’s voice has become soft and light again.

Her eyes still have the same trustful glint that they had before. He nods. She backs up, giving him room to stand up. Dusty watches from afar, paying very close attention to June’s movements. Dusty’s hands hover near the handle of her holstered revolver. She relaxes only after June steps away. Sebastian climbs out of the vehicle and closes the door behind him.

Dusty and June stand silently for a moment. June keeps her eyes out the window. Her right eye begins to twitch. She covers it with her right hand and steps away from the light. Her voice becomes monotone again.

"So how do you want to do it?" She asks, her hand still held over her eye.

"Do what?" Dusty asks back.

"You know."

"We’re not doing it."

June laughs. "I’m having a hard time following you. I thought you wanted to tie up this loose end."

"We made a deal with him."

June laughs louder, the volume of her voice follows suit. "You made a deal with him! I didn’t think you were serious about it. Besides, you know how much a deal is worth in our world."

She steps closer. Dusty’s hand moves closer to her gun.

June sees this and smiles with an unsettling delight. "Please. You won’t shoot here."

She's right. Dusty lowers her hand. June steps closer, her hand still held up, over her eye. Dusty pulls a large torque wrench from the hammer loop on her pants. The steel on the end of the wrench has been scorched blue. June steps closer again, still smiling. Her face seems to wince in pain.

"We should kill him, Dusty." June steps forward. "Think about it. What else are we going to do? Bring him back to the ship?"

"That’s the plan." Dusty responds.

June stops. Her smile fades. "Are you… serious?"

"I am. We’re taking him with us." Dusty answers.

The two stand silently for a moment.

June’s smile returns. "Ohhh… what is she going to do with you?"

She steps back, then lifts her left hand to her face. With both eyes now covered, she muses:

"I can’t wait to see how the Captain reacts to this."