>>5997613After your self-appointed alone time you make some token effort in aiding with the clean up, more to keep you occupied and warm than for sense of duty. The darkness of night sky turns into twilight. You and your temporary team are having another break, this time properly scheduled, when a small ruckus nearby catches your attention. An older crime scene technician is manhandling a young woman. ”Stay still, girlie... HEY, EVERYONE! I CAUGHT ONE! WAS SNEAKING AROUND THE OLD HANGAR! PROBABLY ONE OF THE LOOTERS!” She struggles herself free from his grasp. ”Hands off, you old oaf! I am not a looter, I'm a reporter! I have a licence from FUNCO!” Great, some over-eager star-strcuk teenager trying to make a name out from herself. Just what you needed. Your actionstarved compatriots look curiously at the girl, something about the situation makes you feel uneasy, so you decide to take action.
”I take her.” Everybody look at you. ”To be processing, I mean, processing. Yes.” Long night has taken its toll. As the highest ranking person present, there isn't much to argue. You cuff her and firmly walk her towards the mobile command center. As you pass the gate, she struggles a bit.
”Wait! Could you please let me go?”
”Not in a million years.”
”But if you take me in, it'll take days before I'm out! I lose the scoop! It will take months before I can get another chance like this!”
”Not my problem.”
”Please? I'd owe you a favour!”
”A favour?”
”A BIG favour!”
”What's your name?”
”Heather Dietz, see?”, she flashes her FUNCO licence card.
The thought amuses you just enough to be worth considering. What favour could a mere teenage girl offer you? Well, beyond the obvious, of course, she is pretty enough to look at, but extorting such benefits through coercion isn't really your style. No, IF you were to do something so foolish, so RECKLESS, it would be out of rebellion, establishing your will, proving to yourself that you aren't mere puppet of the corp. Who would even care? And who knows, maybe that favour would turn out to be useful after all. But could you really do that? You pause for a second to reach your decision.
>DUTY: Not. My. Problem. In we go.>REBEL: Fine, you can go. But you better not say anyone a word how you got in or out! 