"That's what I said ain't it? ngati?" Quaritch repeats the phrase with an eyebrow quirked. Spider laughs at his pronunciation, turning slightly on the ikran.
"No. It's ngati. Ngatiiiii." Quaritch shakes his head, saying it wrong again.
"Ngati. Oel ngati kameie. It's like something's coming up outta your nose." Spider thought this man was the dumbest person he's ever met and that's saying something considering he grew up with his brothers.
"Say, why don't we get you a haircut and some clean clothes? This playing native thing doesn't suit you." Quaritch treads lighty making the human boy stiffen.
"I'm not playing native. If you forgot I was born on Pandora. I grew up with Na'vi. Besides your idea of clothes are suffocating." Quaritch looks at him like he's crazy.
"You're telling me you don't feel cold. Not one bit?" He takes his silence for an answer, sighing at the boy's stubbornness.
"Fine. A haircut then." Spider turns again to face him.
"No." Quaritch looks down at him, eyes filled with curiousity.
"Kid, you gotta work with me here." Like Spider would ever tell the man trying to kill his family that he had his hair done to match the only father figure he's ever known.
"You're not touching my hair." Quaritch's jaw drops, deja Vu hitting him like a truck to a woman his memories seemed to be slightly fond of.
"You're a lot like your mother you know." Spider nods, facing forward.
"I know." Neither knew they were talking about two different people.
"Boss, rouge gun ship." Lyle's voice cuts their momentary bonding off.
"Where?" Spider glances around at the recons heavily focused in on their conversation.
"Eastern sea, four clicks North." Lyle grins, Quaritch returning it. Spider's stomach sinks as they turn, taking off in it's direction.
Fuck.
"Hang on." Quaritch tightens his hold on Spider's middle, diving down to turn.
"But if you project a tractor, it hits this island." Spider enters the room, having gotten a vouch from his 'dad'.
The room was filled with RDA soidlers, all listening intently to Quaritch as he gestures to some islands on a digital hologram.
"That's hundreds of islands, that's a big search box with hundreds of islands." Ardmore shakes her head, crossing her arms, not willing to go as far as to send teams into uncharted territory.
"This is our guy, only Sully would know how to get a tracker off. You give me ships and an aircraft and I'll bring you back his scalp." Spider clenches his jaw at Quaritch's promise.
Over my dead body.
Landing on a ship, the recons hop off their ikrans, Quaritch helping Spider down onto the platform. Lyle side by side with him.
"You Scoresby?" Two human men walk up to them, eyeing the winged animals warily.
"Ya, you the asshole who's comendeering my ship?" Scoresby snarks, not at all happy that he had to hand over control from his hunting to cruise around some science freaks.
"That would be me." Spider sighs loudly, following after them when the two men moved into the ship. Lyle and the other recons looking around the ship, grabbing masks as they enter a sealed compartment.
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Ma Tsawke (Book 2)
Romance(UNDER EDITING) Follow Tanhì and Jake's story as they navigate through life's many obstacles. "You are too hard on them, Jake. They only want to make us proud." She crouches, placing a hand on his thigh. Jake looks up at her and she sees his eyes wa...
