Meanwhile, at the Chinese laundromat...

[Yaoquizque]

She awoke, opening her eyes slowly.

A ceiling... An unknown ceiling.... With lights... Bloody bright lights... She closed her eyes, moaning.
Her head was killing her. She wanted to massage her forehead but realized she was tied up.

Opening her eyes, she took a look around. A cell... A nice cell...
She felt the panic coming over her. After a short while, she breathed in and out, forcing herself to calm down.

She would find a way.
She just needed a second of inattentiveness... And they would learn it was a bad idea to annoy her.
But who were they? She thought for a while, trying to remember what happened to her lately...

Yes...
She was trying to escape her persecutors... And heard about a restricted area where she could be safe..
Did they got her before she succeeded to get there? No... She remembered clearly now she was able to reach Shasta Skyhook.

She then succeeded to hide in a freighter en route to that Bonito she wanted to reach... And...
Ahhh.... She remembered it all now...

She walked out of the docks after the freighter docked and wandered in the station, trying to melt into the crowd...
Following a few strange men, she entered into a vast room... The place was quite weird... It looked like a church... Somehow.

But then, she ran into a few guards who asked her strange questions about greyface...
It seems she didn't answer correctly. Then they tried to stop her and she broke a few arms and a couple of legs before she fell unconscious...

And here she was... She suppressed a smile when she remembered how pathetic those guards were.
She suddenly heard footsteps approaching and closed her eyes, pretending to be still unconscious.

"I know you are awaken"
That was a feminine voice... as far as she could tell. She remained unmoved.
"Stop pretending, i came here to have a talk with you... You violated the privacy of our sanctum and therefore, you should be killed. But i thought we could find some arrangement"

She sighed and took a look at the speaker. That was an aged woman, wearing a brown robe. She could see little mercifulness in her eyes.
"Speak...." She said, staring at her.
The woman studied her, looking at the scars and her right ear "You seem to be in trouble..."
"None of your business"

The woman nodded "Probably... Now why did you come to Bonito"
She sighed. Was she supposed to trust that old woman? Hell no! "Why should i tell you?"

"Because i could help you... If you are willing to help us"
She tried to shrug "Depends..."

The woman studied her again "You could live here... You would become one of us and i would teach you... If you want to be taught"
"Taught what?" She said, suspicious.
"Discordianism. Our ways."

"Fine. Whatever. And what would i need to do for you?"
"We will talk about this later. Do you accept?"

"Untie me already" Joanna looked at the woman. As soon as she would release her, she would break her nose and find her way out... Or... She thought quickly.

Maybe she could accept the deal and take what could be taken... Then walk away, if it became too annoying.
Yes... She would do that... For now...

The woman untied her and Joanna got on her feet quickly. She stepped in front of the lady, giving her a cold look "Where are my clothes"
She just pointed at a case and Joanna opened it. She got dressed and put her hood on quickly.

The woman already turned around and walked out, saying "Follow me"

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