Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

Olivia listened closely to the conversation between Damian and the security officer as she stood in a far corner of the room, out of sight from the door, carefully pulling her flightsuit off her sore body. She was impressed at the ease with which the terrorist convinced the staff outside of his alternative facts concerning the sequence of events that took place in the hallways. The Xeno clearly was as quick with his wit as he was with his trigger finger, and just as persuasive. And, perhaps more importantly, he appeared to be closely familiar with the less than legal dealings that so commonly took place aboard freeports - something Olivia would keep in mind for the future, though she decided it to be best not to ask him about it just yet.

By the time the security personnel had backed off, she had managed to slip into the spare suit Damian had laid out for her. It was a crude fit for her figure, but the size was right and it did a decent job of disguising her. As Damian signaled her to follow him out of the room, she produced the small camera from her tattered flightsuit and pocketed it in the new one. The remains of her garment she rolled up tightly and tucked in under her left arm. Then she followed him out the door, keeping her head low.

The bodies of her two assailants were already sealed in black bags, a pair of security guards standing over them, engrossed in casual conversation with each other. They briefly glanced over at Damian and Olivia as they left the room, then averted their gaze again. Olivia allowed herself to relax a little. It seemed her companion had things under control. With a slight limp, she hurried after him and, matching pace beside him, muttered,

"And now just a casual stroll to the hangars?"

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Olivia Sable