[Espy]

Dante glanced down and raised an eyebrow, his finger toying with the trigger of his handgun. It would be easy, almost too easy, to end things now. Just one bullet...The girl didn't look too heavy either. He could drag the body to wherever the bike was...Simple as that. Or, if it was even easier, he could take the head. Riding all the way back to Babylon would be easy, provided he had enough fuel and light. He took the gun out--

--and stopped, suddenly becoming quite aware of the nakedness of his thoughts to the others. Shit! He would have to do this almost reflexively later, or when they were too far to help...

Dante holstered the gun. 1.2 million had eluded him again. Walking back to his corner of the room, he grabbed the scarf and stowed the knife under it, then pushed it against the wall for a pillow and curled up, cat-like, to take a nap of sorts.