Somnambulance [Retconned]

[Toaster]

The Lich kicked up a storm of dust and sand as it settled down on the barren ground of Pittsburgh, hidden away between the sheer slopes of two enormous rock outcroppings. To the east, the dark, smog filled sky was faintly illuminated by the lights and blast furnaces of Camp Davisson, a small, nearby mining settlement.

The flight from Manhattan to Pittsburgh had been fairly simple. Olivia had managed to escape into the Jersey field undetected and cruised from there through empty space, through the Pittsburgh scrap field, descending on the far side of the planet through a safe atmospheric approach vector she had discovered some months ago. No police ships patrolled the debris fields and even the Rogues, who claimed them as their territory, were often hesitant to venture too deep.

Olivia powered down her ship's reactor and its brown hull quickly blended into the brown dirt all around it. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. What adrenaline had kept her going despite her lack of sleep was wearing off, and she could feel exhaustion creeping up on her. But now was hardly the time to rest. She glanced at the cockpit's communications panel. Both Reyes and Isla had reached out to her upon seeing the police bulletin. She had told them what little she dared reveal. To the mercenary's surprise, even Haze had contacted her.

I guess you are a criminal now, the woman's message had read. Olivia cringed as the reality of that statement settled in.

She needed help. Discrete help. Help that could get her out of Liberty. Her name and ship were both flagged. It would be nigh impossible for her to escape the house with her current means.

Olivia scrolled through her list of contacts, looking for anyone she could reach out to. The couple wouldn't be able to do anything for her other than stay out of her way. Prower she didn't trust enough to ask for help - she was, after all, the director of naval intelligence. She hesitated as she found Beige's contact details. She knew he would be willing to help, but she feared she owed him too much already. Besides, she had gotten him arrested by LPI once already, she didn't want to make a habit of it. The list was growing short.

Cobra. She almost scrolled right past the name, but paused at its sight.

"F*ck it," she muttered and started composing a brief message.

//opened to @Reeves

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Olivia Sable