A new entry in the Omicron Matter – Changes in Plans, Changes in Courses. Winifred, Findley, and Alfred have broken out of the cabins. They stopped along the way to find her hand and a few useful supplies. The getaway was almost clean until they ran into Neville Carter-Frasier on the way out of the ship.
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Leaving the ship
The threesome came to a sudden stop when they saw a startled Neville Carter-Frasier at the base of the ramp. Findley muttered “Shit, not him” under his breath. Winifred smirked as she took in the unsteady Neville Carter-Frasier. Alfred simply set the bag down and crossed his arms in front.
Winfred walked slowly down the ramp and said smoothly, “Neville…you’re just in time. Findley and I are taking our leave. Care to join us?”
Neville sputtered, “How…How did you get out?”
Winifred shrugged and wiggled the fingers of her restored hand and said, “A big of ingenuity, a bit of brute force.” She waved her arm lazily and said, “The rooms were never intended to be cells. Camille being off takes away the watchman.” She pulled out a blaster and said, “We even made a stop or two before we left…supplies and such.” Neville steadied himself and stared at the blaster. The suits would not stop the beam from the gun. Winifred stopped smiling and said quietly, “I’ll ask once more, Neville…care to join us?”
Winifred could feel Findley leaning forward a bit behind her. She kept her eyes on Carter-Frasier. Finally he frowned and stuttered a bit as he said, “You… You shouldn’t be out.” Winifred got wide eyed as Carter-Frasier shrugged a bit, straightened up and said calmly, “This has been the best month I can remember.” He gestured to the entry way into the dock and said, “Winifred, you are deluded if you think you can negotiate the Guild. You haven’t heard what they’re saying.”
Winfred lifted the pistol higher and aimed at his head, “That is what Morgaine is going to do, isn’t it? Thing is Neville, I’m not going to negotiate with them…I am going to join them.” She sighed dramatically and said, “Pity… you’re a good engineer…”
Neville almost laughed, “Winifred… you fool. Millicent isn’t going to…”
He was interrupted by a sharp crack from behind her and Carter-Frasier crumpled at the base of the ramp. Winifred looked around to see Alfred holding a pistol.