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themselves, making them even more dangerous than they already are. Just the idea makes me want to vomit.
    Baebong rushes to grab one and hold it up. It’s about the size of his face. “No, seriously. I’ve only been able to test it in limited circumstances, for obvious reasons, but I’m pretty sure it works.”
    “Pretty sure.” I look at all their faces. They’re like little boys standing in front of a huge pile of candy bobs. Not a single one of them sees the error of Baebong’s logic here.
    “Yeah, pretty sure,” he says. “In theory, it should work.”
    “Or, in theory, it could completely destroy our ship and everyone on it. Or it could become a weapon used against us in the future.”
    “How could it be used against us?” Gus asks, sounding mystified. “It would be on our ship. And no way would we sell it. This would be a DS Anarchy exclusive.” He nods, feeling every centimeter the genius he’s not.
    I look at Tam, hoping I have at least one functioning brain in the room.
    After I stare at him for about five seconds, he caves. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
    I sigh, dropping my head and shaking it slowly. Here I thought being a captain was going to be all about the glory, the power, the satisfaction of running a smooth operation across the Dark, respected by many, admired by all … when in reality it actually means playing momma to a group of adolescent, idiot boys who want to blow shit up. Stupid me. Next thing you know, they’ll be trying to light their farts on fire with a plasma ray. And I might actually let them do something stupid like that, except for the fact that we don’t have enough MI equipment to rebuild a set of fried asscheeks.
    I press my hands together and place the tips of my fingers on my chin in an effort to control my temper. “Okay. So let me take you on a little tour of my world, okay?” I don’t wait for their approval before continuing. I point to the weapon with my pressed-together hands. “Let’s say we mount this weapon on our hull. And then let’s say that someone fires on us.” I shrug and stare at the ceiling as if I’m trying to come up with a good enemy to use for my story. “For example, hmmm, who would want to do that? Oh! Wait! I know.” I look at them again. “The OSG.” My grin is nasty. “And putting that weapon in use means that they’ll see their shot go out at us, and then bounce off, and hit them instead.” I drop my hands and wait. I wait for the math to add up and the glow orbs to go on above their heads, but I get nothing — nothing but a dim light in the form of man-electronics-boners.
    “Yeah! Exactly!” says Tam. “ Boom goes the retribution.”
    Baebong smiles and points at him. “Hey, I like that. We’ll call it the retributor.”
    “No, we won’t,” I say, getting crankier by the second. “We’ll call it the annihilator of freedom because that’s exactly what it’ll be.”
    Baebong points to the weapon’s surface. “I paid a pretty price to get access to the lab that had the equipment to create this beast. And I had to work at night when everyone was off-shift. Trust me; it’s flawless. It took me two years to get it right.”
    Gus half laughs and half chokes on his admiration for my friend. “I don’t get it,” he says, looking at his cohorts. “Somebody explain to me why she’s not kissing your butt for being so awesome.”
    Baebong shrugs. “It’s a mystery to me. If I were her, I’d be puckering up.”
    “No, you wouldn’t, because if you were me, you’d have about a million more brain cells to function with, and you’d see the error of your ways.”
    “Here she goes,” Tam says sighing, “being a chick again.”
    My knife is out and pointed at the space between his eyes in about two seconds. He’s motionless, save for his eyeballs that have crossed as they focus on the tip of my weapon.
    “First of all, do not identify me by my gender in a derogatory way ever again. And second,