31 2780-Space City Iron Lake 044165 -Fall 4 (2/2)
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The buggy unloads terribly until it's upside down a couple of times.
She was in, She couldn't believe it was that easy, she prayed to god security alarms wouldn't go off at any second from now.
Patrice breaths out a long hard sign, she was holding her breath through most of that.
It was time to get out of this pancake factory freezer and into another transport.
She couldn't remain in here long if she wanted to beat the security system either.
Now she wondered how to knock out the couriers of the buggy, without him seeing her.
Oh, this is easy. She knocked on the door of the locked buggy a few time, then hide into safety. The buggy stopped for a bit, paused mid-motion, and then resumed moving forward — a stutter step. Patrice knocked again, a little more gently but longer this time...
The buggy stopped and was brought down, while Patrice was hidden again behind the door, the door began to open. Patrice rushed the door and pushed it open hitting something in the process. It was the face of the man behind the door; he was now laying on the floor. Patrice felt terrible; she was treating this man like he had talked shit about her mother.
When he woke up again, he would probably believe it was all an accident...from a malfunctioning part or loose screw, or a freak accident. He wouldn't know that a cruel girl beat the shit out of him for no good reason, and that was a consultation wasn't it?
She stepped into the technological utopia that was the inner ship quarters. Patrice took a deep breath calming her nervous system; she registered a hallway with all types of fuel cells and inscriptions dotting the walls. A luminescent blue light shining down into the area, and red wires jutting from the walls here and there. It really did look like she could have entered a luminescent blue artery of a body system.
It was an amazing piece of work because the place was already five miles high. It did not look like a simple passageway. It looked like entering into the sea. The walls had weird technological diagrams and buttons, locked away in secure cases. Those were meant for emergencies In case the ship was ever invaded. This place was an area meant to engage some manual settings, and inside of it was also the locations of some maps of the ship, for evacuation.
Patrice looked around and noticed a few of the transport men looking towards her direction. She ducked and escaped their range of vision, hoping they would not perceive with their eyes. What they believed they saw.
the coworker may or may not have noticed her, but they wouldn't call it in anyways...because it wasn't their job, the cameras would do everything from here.
Patrice ripped the first dress and began running through the large hall of wires. She picked a door without knowing where she was heading.
She didn't care about being seen, all she needed was to get to the next portal, find a map that wasn't alarmed or locked away, and sneak around some security. She wasn't sure where the crystal lake access port was located, but she had an hour to find it.