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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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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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