As soon as she had the money in hand she got the hell out of there without so much as a thank you. Beka was relieved that she hadn't had to shoot anyone. It might have come to that. That would have sucked. But, it hadn't and she now had enough to keep her supplied for awhile. Dylan hadn't locked the accounts.

She could always come back for more when she needed it. A safety net.

No, Dylan hadn't come looking for her. No one had. Of course not. She'd separated herself from them once and for all. They were no longer her friends. They'd never been her friends. They didn't care and they wouldn't come.

All she had left was Flash now and soon, very soon, she'd be restocked and dosing. Beka couldn't wait to score. The two thousand thrones would last awhile and when she needed more she'd get it because she was damn well entitled to it. She'd earned it.

Who cared how pathetic she was now. Beka certainly didn't. Nothing mattered, after all. Except for Flash, of course. The thought crossed her mind that she'd probably die just like her father had. She suppressed it. "Don't care. Doesn't matter." She piloted back to Zenphon and quickly scored some ready made Flash. It was more expensive but, this was an emergency. She'd go back to scoring ingredients and making it herself later. Right now the important thing was to get high. Which she immediately did.