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[quote][b]Aurra (Dec 01, 2001 12:01 a.m.):[/b] Minerva woke up in the holding cell, squirming uncomfortably in her restraints. She couldn’t remember how long she’d been in the cell. Most of the time she just slept. One time she cried. Mostly she just pondered what would become of her. The IF obviously felt she was involved in the deaths of the various crew members, but they couldn’t figure out how it was done. [I] “So your telling us that you did not aid Ms. Kinoshita’s escape from Central Command?” “If I had, don’t you think I would have left with her?” “Now, now. There’s no need to be difficult.” “You have no idea how difficult I can be.” [/I] They were fools to believe she would stay behind willfully. Why would she, Minerva whose only obvious friend was Riya, want to stay behind while her “friend” left this hell hole to pursue better things? But in reality, she had no idea if Riya was pursuing better things. She was still unsure as to whether she was alive or not. She could only assume she was living the free life on Earth somewhere. [I]That bitch is probably lying on some sandy beach right now, laughing at how she played me for a fool. [/I] The meal slot in the door opened up to reveal her breakfast…or perhaps it was lunch now. She stood up and took the tray from the guard. She found it extremely difficult to eat with binders on her wrists: Both hands had to move up to put the food in her mouth. She had made it a point to look highly uncomfortable and unorganized in her bindings whenever guards or IF officials were present. They were idiots to think that these pesky bindings could keep her locked up. She was Scorpion, after all, and she had learned from the best in the business: Riya. But in truth, she didn’t want to escape. She didn’t care what they did with her. Riya had left her. Abandoned her. Perhaps given up on her? That was highly possible. Maybe Riya came to realize Minerva had no potential and dumped her. She felt the anger well up inside of her. Riya would regret the day she abandoned her to the MPs. If Minerva ever got her hands on her…she’d kill her… Minerva tossed the food aside and stood up in the cramp cell. She paced as best she could, trying to drive the thoughts out. She couldn’t kill Riya. Or could she? She felt so much anger, and yet she felt she could never betray Riya. She would never tell the IF Riya’s secrets, though she figured they had found the packet in her barracks of articles. But she would never tell them her personality, her ways of movement, how her brain worked. Only Minerva would hold that secret. She had been hearing rumors of a court martial that would occur in the next few days. She had no idea if it would be for her or not…not that she cared. She actually felt honored to be given a whole court martial by the IF for doing nothing more then sleeping. She wondered if she should break out of her shackles the moment she reached the bench, kill the guards, all the members of the International Fleet Command, and then run for it. She would no doubt be caught, but at least she would go out in style. She didn’t give a rat’s ass if they executed her that evening. All she cared about was getting out of the blasted cell she had been in for numerous days. Maybe they’d throw her out of the IF and she could go back to Earth and find Riya to yell at her for being a bitch. Maybe they would execute her? Minerva truly didn’t care. She had nothing else to live for. Maybe nothing would happen. Perhaps they’d find her not guilty and she could continue being the soldier she was trained to be. That was by far the least favorite of the three selections. She lay back down, deciding to sleep some more when the door to the cell opened. Two MPs stood in front of her wielding large guns to prevent her escaping. “Come with us.” “Why?” “Prisoners are not allowed to ask questions.” The larger guard said in a commanding voice. “Screw you. If you think those guns will stop me, your [I]gravely[/I] mistaken.” Minerva made sure to emphasize the ‘gravely’ word to get the guards on their toes a little bit more. Not that she’d ever attempt to escape, but it was fun to watch them squirm at the feet of a 19 year old girl. She got up from the bed and walked between the two guards out of the cell and into the hall. All Minerva could do was think of Riya. [I]Bitch.[/I][/quote]
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