New Mission

[piper90npcs]

[After a night weathering a Stuff storm, the rig has stopped, the way it has before when there's a mission. But it's different this time. Now that the Stuff rains have slowed and stopped, there are sounds of violence outside. Shouts. The rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire.]

Good afternoon, everyone.

I'm afraid I come to you under dire circumstances. Due to topographical limitations, the rig has been forced through one area in the valley.

Unfortunately, this area is inhabited by a small village. These people don't understand the importance of the rig, it's very necessity for humanity. We need your help with evacuation, especially since it might be more...forceful than usual.

These people can be given much safer shelter in the Livable Zone and we need you to keep that in mind if evacuation resorts to violence. You are being ordered to subdue any resistance, keeping in mind that while this confrontation may not be ideal, they will be brought to safer areas to live.

It's for their own good, you see.

Which means that if there are any New Hires that refuse to follow orders, discipline will unfortunately be necessary.

[He actually looks vaguely uncomfortable at that.]

You'll be receiving your orders shortly. Please standby.

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[piper90npcs]

I know you all stole a shock collar implant. I don't know how you did it, but I know. Boyle chalked it up to an inventory mistake rather than admit he allowed such a breach.

I handle inventory of important assets. I'm very meticulous.

I also have the rig's layout memorized. It's my job to know the rig from top to bottom. Security systems, ventilation shafts, hidden passageways, access tunnels, exhaust pipelines...

[Places where you might get dust and soot on your clothes...]

I know from IT help desk tickets that the camera in his office never works and that Alexa never responds there, the latter being of great annoyance to him. I know Boyle's lunch schedule because I handle the scheduling. I also know from reviewing HR complaints about lab security that Boyle keeps leaving his computer screen unlocked when he walks away from his desk.

I know his floor has a hidden access tunnel under one part of the rug. He doesn't.

[He knows all those things because he's a very, very good bureacrat.]

I'm good at my job.

[He holds out the slip of paper.]

If there are any of you left that understand technology, if they're still studying the shock collar you stole...

It won't solve your problems but it might at least help them understand the activation frequencies. I don't have the security clearances to get you into the tower control room. This is the closest I can get you.

[A pause, as he realizes something else.]

Well... I suppose I can also give you this, as well. It might help even more.

[...And he holds out his fob for the shock collars.]

You'll only have about four hours before one of the regular security checks discovers I've "misplaced" it. If that. They regularly check that I still have it in my possession, that it hasn't been lost.

When they find out, they'll transmit a code that makes it self destruct, destroying its potential utility. Just like the other transmission signals, it can't easily be blocked.

[onequartershark]

Shit.

[ There were so many ways this could have gone. Carolina hadn't believed she could get this much. She's scary. She's good in a fight. She's not good at people and never honed anything she'd need to persuade someone to flip like this. ]

[ ...Right? ]

[ She reaches out to take what she still can't believe she's being handed. They're real. They're in her fingers now and they're real and she has them. ]

[ Carolina pulls her eyes away from her impossible prize, slips the paper and fob into a pocket, and looks at Dickwash. ]

We'll use this.

[ That's a promise. Good job, pencilneck, you finally took a risk to do something right. ]

We'll take any time you can give us, but you need to get out of here. You hurt a lot of people on this rig more than I can ask anyone to forgive.

[piper90npcs]

[He finally stands, starts rebuttoning his collar.]

I'm not overly concerned with what will happen to me. Regardless of which side is responsible.

[There is no begging for his life, no asking her for promises of safe passage...]

[Just him being politely resigned to what's probably inevitable.]

[onequartershark]

[ She nods, curtly. ]

I made a lot of decisions I'm not proud of, once. People died because of them. I hoped I might be one, for a while.

But if I had, we wouldn't have had this conversation. I wouldn't have had a chance to be someone else.

[ She looks toward the door. There are several people she knows are anxiously waiting for her to get back out there in one piece. It also just makes it easier to say this, facing away. ]

I was really young when I lost my mom.

I lost my dad too, it just took him a lot longer to die.

I don't think your kid deserves that.

[piper90npcs]

[He freezes for a moment. Thinks long and hard because there are mental calculations to make here. About what she needs. About what he deserves.]

My mother would still be there for her.

[But there is a realization, one that actually makes him frown, when he's rarely expressive.]

Then again, I should perhaps relocate the two of them. The corporation is extensive and not centered on the rig. Workplace retaliation is always a concern when your employer is displeased with your performance. Fortunately, it's rather easy to disappear these days.

[He finishes tightening his tie.]

I assume I'll know the proper time to attempt an escape. I imagine it will be loud.

[onequartershark]

[ That does draw out a faint, not necessarily reassuring smile. ]

I guarantee it.

Go do what you need to, Washburn.

I have work to do.

[ With that, Carolina turns to go report to her cavalry. ]