Threats from within.

[Exile]

[font=Agency FB]Southern Asteroid Field, Hudson system.

Waypoint reached

I awoke to the sound of Julie yelling at me to wake up, something about our destination. 'Get your ass in gear and get dressed, we're here'. Before I could ask about this 'here', she shushed me, pointed at my clothes and walked back into the cockpit.

I rapidly got dresses, still half asleep and half wondering how I had fallen asleep in the first place. Pants, top, vest, socks, Maltian army boots (Don't ask..), all set. 'Fix that hair of yours too. This ain't johny downtown we're meeting'. Right. Quick fix, done. 'Meet me by the bay doors when you're ready, and get a damned move on'. I had no idea what had gotten into Julie, but she was either pissed or in a rush. I ran towards the lower deck and caught a glimpse of a big ship with escorts through the HUD-Screen. A prison liner...A prison liner of all things, along with a few Wrath's as escort. A prison liner...I know I had seen it before, somewhere in the Omicrons.

'Here atlast then?', Julie said as the doors slid open. Four armed men, Rheinland Militairy perhaps, were standing by the sides. 'You two, follow me' one commanded. He led us off the landing pad into a dark hallway. The doors slid close behind us and two guards left behind to stand guard by it. A shiver went down my spine. Nothing that lives in a place this dark can be much good, right? I turned and looked up at Julie. She was confident, perhaps abit tense but didn't seem to be bothered by the things that bugged me.

We walked for a few minutes past halls which could have previously been prison cells, row upon row going up several levels. We climbed one final staircase until we reached a room with four armoured guards infront of it. Two against the wall, two against the door itself. This must have been it I thought. The doors opened. 'Proceed inside' one of the guards said.

The doors slid close behind us. It was a relitively small room. 3 chairs and a desk, a few plants in the corners and a painting up on the back wall. Sitting across from us was what seemed to be a man, shrouded in smoke and darkness. He spoke to us. 'Sit, ladies.' And so we did. I was abit freigthened myself, my hands shook and I started to sweat. I looked once more at Julie who looked cold to the core. Hard, stern, confident. She grabbed a datapad out of her pocket and slid it across the desk to the man. He put out his cigar, grabbed his own datapad from ontop a pile of paper and slid it towards Julie. 'One for you, one for me. That's how we do that. I hope to hear from you soon, Miss Marshall.' He nodded at Julie, and looked towards me. 'Miss Geocer, I thank you for coming. I'm...Positive...That we shall meet again'. Still holding my breath, I nodded and smiled. The best I could come up with. Julie stood up, lowered her head and walked out of the room. I followed her half, still looking at the shrouded man as if he were a threat to be constantly watched, like a predator in the grass.

We walked back towards the Behemoth in rapid pace and in full silence. The guards were still in position and seemed to ignore us as we walked back into our ship and took off. 'Here, hold onto this. I need to do a few things down below.' Julie said and she threw the just recieved datapad at me. Almost dropping it, I sat down on the already familliar couch and slid the pad open. It confused me to no end.

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