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[Private to Parker]
Where the fuck are you?

[Private to Kay]
I need a list of what's missing from your safe. I want to make sure she didn't keep anything after her little trip.

[Private to Paddy]
You're going to be down two people for dinner. Sorry about it.

...Tomorrow too.

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...Inmate shit?

Alright, not a problem.

Yep. We're going to be spending some quality time together in zero.

What did she do?

Is there owt I can bring you?

Broke into Kay's shit for O'Brien of all fucking people.

...she's, like, a professional, right?

Yep.

Then I doubt she gave a shit who he was, or what he planned to do.

I never gave a shit who I was selling drugs to. Just that they'd pay.

That's not the point, Paddy. The point is that she's supposed to be learning to use her powers for fucking good or whatever. To get even for the little guy.

Yeah, but... I ain't saying it's okay, just that you shouldn't be surprised, or pick bones with who she chose, because you generally do stick with who'll pay you.

And, to be honest, Parker? An inmate here, usually is the little guy. Even if they're fucking O'Brien, they're inmates.

It's fucking O'Brien, Paddy.

I can handle this, don't worry about me.

Never said you couldn't.

But what you think of him ain't gonna be how she sees it.

Then she's gonna need to know why the hell it's a problem.

Yeah, she is. But don't start off with the 'he's a complete bastard' line. Because y'know, he's a complete bastard who pays.

[Too late.]

Fine.

I might as well send you some schematics. [Because if he rattled off names she might not be able to find them. And it helps him get out of angry drill sergeant of murder mode. So she gets some images of the basic shapes of the items.]

There's one though. It looks like a tuning fork. That's the most important one to get back. Don't turn it on and possibly wrap it in a rag if you find it to bring it back. It's called a universal translator. Whoever's holding it ends up with their thoughts being spewed directly into the head of whoever's it's pointed at- or the room if you don't know how to use it.

And a pair of binoculars with a whole shitload of settings. [He honestly just has the binoculars here because he's still a kid on the inside and thinks they're awesome.]

Thanks. [Parker studied them for a moment.] After I lock Parker in the interrogation room, will you go through her room with me and make sure all your shit gets back in order?

Yeah, I'll do that.

Do you think she knew what she was helping someone with?

I've got no fucking clue. Working on it.

I'll be here when you're done. [He's going to explore all of the swears. All of them. In great detail.]

[She doesn't say thank you as she sobers up and goes through every swear ever. Fuck April.]

I'm right here.

Your ass, my room now. We're going to be taking a little tour down to zero. And then I'm coming up and going through your room with a fine tooth fucking comb.

If I have to hunt you down, you're going to be spending the full boring week in zero.

Edited 2011-04-13 23:07 (UTC)

Right.

Two minutes, Parker. No stopping and stowing anything.

[Two minutes later, exactly two minutes, Parker let herself into her warden's room. She'd already found hiding places in her room for most of the stuff she'd taken from the safe, though she was annoyed that she hadn't had time to actually figure out whether or not most of it would be useful.

O'Brien better not have squealed.]

[Parker was angry. She was really pissed off. This week was already going to shit then this happened. The door was being watched, and Parker had a basket in her hand when her inmate opened her door.]

Empty your pockets. Every pick, every file, every fucking screw. Put them in here and you'll get them back in three days.

[Very reluctantly, Parker dipped into her pockets and pulled out several bits of metal, which she dropped into the basket. She had a thin strip of wire sewn into the seam of her pants, but she hadn't been told to empty her seams, and she didn't like being completely without lock-picking aids.]

I want everything, Parker. If we're in zero and something comes out, I'm adding an extra day onto the time we're gonna be spending down there.

And I want to know where the stuff you took from Kay's room is.

[Parker held the basket and eyed her inmate while she did so. What happened now would determine how badly Parker was punished.]

It's in my room. Under stuff. [She shrugged. It would be fairly difficult to describe where, exactly, she'd hidden things unless Miss Parker had an extremely detailed knowledge of the layout of Parker's room.

She didn't plan on saying anything about the extra wire she was hiding.]

Kay and I are gonna go through your room, Parker. If you tell me what you've got that belongs to other people, I won't take it and mention it unless someones ask about it. Lie, and I'll go through everything on the network. I know you steal, and normally I don't give a shit unless it's something big like this. This is big.

[Parker sighed.] A few hundred bucks cash, some, like, wire and electrical equipment, a couple old books, wallets, and a John Copley painting.

[A lot of those were from the ports they'd stopped in or people who had left, so Parker doubted anyone would be asking about them.]

Alright then it stays. [Parker sighs quickly.]

What the hell made you decide to help fucking O'Brien? He's a mind controlling, brainwashing evil fuck!

[Parker shrugged again.] He hired me.

I thought the whole fucking point of working for Nathan Ford was that you worked for the little guy, not some stupid, selfish fuck who tried to brainwash little kids, Parker. Sveta, Una, anyone he could have gotten too.

[Welp. She had a point. And hurting kids wasn't cool.] When did he try to brainwash kids?

When we all got fucking turned into kids a few weeks ago? Since he's been here, he's done this! How long have you been working on planning this?

Ohhhh. Right. Um.

[Parker thought back, trying to remember the date O'Brien had first contacted her. As far as she was concerned, if you hurt kids, you pretty much lost client-thief confidentiality, so she didn't mind telling Miss Parker.]

He talked to me about it on the 22nd last month.

When he talked to you about it, what did you think? Did he just hire you? Did you like the challenge of it?

It was, yeah, it was a challenge.

If any fucking asshole aboard had approached you with it, would you have done it?

It might depend a little, but probably I would've taken the job.

What happened to fucking working for the little guy?

Where's the little guy here?

The little guy is not a fucking person like god damn O'Brien who's sole purpose in life is to fuck up people.

Would you have taken the job if someone wanted you to steal a gun or a knife or a bomb?

[Parker shrugged.] It'd depend, I guess.

On what? [She took a deep breath, trying to control her anger. Why did it need to be today?]

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