The Estate Job: Part 2

[Marcus O'Terra]

Town of Luōbótèzhèn
The Beerne Estate
June 19, 2517 - Rea
2:47 AM Local Time
7:21 P.M A.S.T
Marcus was bringing the shuttle in at a steady angle. They'd land and get to work quick as thieves. Tai Minh had said his good bye after handing over the omni-grabber to Guy, and Marcus explained the plan to Griffin on the way up. Riena had once again decided to disappear, and Marcus couldn't help but think he'd been used for nothing more then a free ride. But that didn't matter since there was a job a foot, with a potentially very lucrative payoff.

Everyone in the shuttle was masked, but not in a way that limited their vision or hearing. They were all gloved and armed, in their own way. They were each carrying a large, vacant, bag. And they all knew their parts. Or so Marcus hoped.

"Bandit, don't mess around with being fancy. Dirty is fine if it gets the safe open." He brought the shuttle to the ground and opened the doors for the shuttle. "Rest of you, grab what's shiny and break some shit."

The shuttle had landed behind the large house. A fence ran all the way around it, and the craft landed inside the property line. In front of the house there sat the town, but behind it, there was a large amount of nothing. 

[Ray Hudson]

Guy Hughes

Gloved fingers drummed on the single strap of an old, brown sling bag. Guy never said goodbye to Tai Minh Tian. He rarely said goodbye to anyone, his deteriorating mind could hardly comprehend the departure of a friend. His expensive mental state didn't allow disappearances. He would see Tai Minh again, without an appointment, without an appearance. One could imagine that if Guy did see Tai Minh off the monk would leave him with the heaviest piece of wisdom he could offer and would pray that Guy would eventually be able to comprehend it. 

Guy wore black leather gloves on every job but the mask was a special occasion accessory. He usually turned off all cameras and when most people are asked what the thief looked like they usually claim that 'it all happened so fast'. He also found them to be uncomfortable.

An idiotic grin was stuck to Guy's face, his muscles unable to relax. His right leg rapidly bounced up and down for the entire trip while he drummed his fingers on the strap that was on his chest, his thumbs nestled underneath it, the brown sling bag filled with tools.

The masks, the large empty bags, the thought of going to a strangers house and leaving with a sack filled with goodies. It all felt a lot like halloween. Emptying your bag on the floor of the living room, sifting through everything, searching for the best item in the pile. But it was the middle of the day and most trick-or-treaters were accompanied by their parents.

Nicknames weren't something that Guy was accustomed to but 'Bandit' was something he pushed for. Marcus informed Guy that he shouldn't waste time being fancy and that he could be dirty to get the safe open. Guy wasn't sure how to feel about that. He had the initial thought of 'don't tell me how to do my job' but that negative thought flew away and in landed happy little thoughts of silverware clinking in his bag and a new vid screen hanging under his shoulder. He wondered if there would be any wooden chairs. He considered breaking them into pieces and shoving the crude hunks of wood into his bag. He always dreamt of sleeping in a tree house when he was a child. He wondered if there would be anything good left by the time he was finished opening the safe. It was a big house, there would be plenty. He hoped there would be cash in the safe. Marcus only said that the information in the safe was important, not any money that may be inside. It was unrelated to the job. Maybe it was emergency money. Rich people have very expensive emergencies.

Guy wasn't very happy that Griffin was with them but it was unavoidable. Ilana wasn't very happy that he had invited Griffin to join them without consulting anyone. Guy just assumed that she was just in a bad mood and would get over it.

The gloved fingers drummed faster as the shuttle landed behind the house. Griffin pulled out a shotgun and stood up. The gun made him uneasy, he thought it was bad luck.

[Bishop Morse]

Griffin


Griffin scratched at his face with his left hand. The craft he was on shook and rattled. He didn’t like it. It wasn’t terrible, he just didn’t like that it was shaking at the angle it was on. He never cared about flying, or going in and out of atmosphere. It was never a problem. There was a time when he greatly enjoyed flying. Now he just tolerated it. He still carried the oddly sweet scent from earlier as he sat there. He had nothing to say to anyone at that moment. He spent a bit of the trip going in and out of consciousness. He’d be awake for a few seconds, then asleep for two minutes, then reverse the order. 

In his hand there was a bottle with caramel colored liquid. It was half empty but that wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t very strong stuff, nor did he very much like the taste. But that didn’t matter a great deal. The point was he had it. He lifted it up to his mouth and took a mouth full and the let his arm go limp and the bottle landed near his knee. Griffin just kept on with his own thoughts, which weren’t very constant. It was more just mindless bobbing as the shuttle went down. 

When the shuttle came in for it’s landing Griffin was pleased. He was tired of flying at that moment. He might feel better about it later, but for that moment he was done. He heard the person that had taken him from where he was seated start speaking. It wasn’t directed at him, so he started to bob some more. Then he heard the notion of the rest of them and he looked up again. He liked the idea of being able to take whatever he wanted, and it wasn’t like anything was going to stop him. ”Oh, glorious.” He said at the idea, then standing up. He got up surprisingly easy. Griffin then moved the bottle to his left hand, and reached down to his calf. He pulled from his side the sawn off shotgun and laid it down on his shoulder. He was going to start going the moment the pointed him in the right direction.

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana fought the urge to fidget as Marcus flew the shuttle. She wasn't usually the nervous energy type, but having a job such as this put her in the mood to move.  She was hyped about the job they were getting ready to pull and she felt the need to shoot something creeping into her hands through the gun on her lap.  That realization startled her more than anything else could have.  She wasn't a murderer, but sometimes she wondered how long it would be before she couldn't say that anymore.  She also sometimes wondered if she wasn't a klepto.  Stealing shit gave her way too much pleasure.

She felt the shuttle settling down to the ground and her restless energy wratcheted up some more.  She gripped her gun a little tighter, but kept her finger away from the trigger, lest she shoot someone on accident.  She hadn't shot anyone on accident yet, and she didn't want to start in the middle of a job like this.  Her body was burning with the need to be on the move, to be doin something, anything.

The shuttle touched down and she shot to her feet every bit as fast as if someone lit her ass on fire.  She hitched the bag up on her shoulder and glanced at the others.  She looped the strap on her rifle across her back so the gun would hang at an angle from her right shoulder to left hip: easy access without getting in the way.  She put a hand on the stock to keep it stable while she moved and waited for permission to go.  She was practically dancing a jig from all the restless energy crashing around in her body.  She loved the feeling just as much as she hated it.

[Marcus O'Terra]

(Ooc: We're entering from the rear (the north/top) into room six)
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Marcus led the group from the shuttle right up the rear steps. He pulled out his gun and looked to the group. "Remember; 
No killing." 

Rather than the conventional shooting or booting open the door, Marcus rationalized that the door wasn't likely locked. Seeing as their were servants in the house almost certainly. Noone would be expecting this.

So when the doors swung open he just smiled and looked about the indoor swimming pool. "People starving in the 'verse and this guy spends his money on this?" He said, heading for the stairs. "Spread out and loot quick."

He lead Bandit around the pool and straight through to a hallway (12) and into the front stair chambers (1) as he entered he kicked the odd table over, yanked their drawers out, but didn't bother to really look at what was inside.

All part of the plan.

[Jay Fuller]

Even though he wasn't on the ground with the others, Jay was still a little tense. He sat at one of the chairs in the bridge, checking the comms. He also kept an eye on the radar. At any moment, someone could be coming back to the estate while the job was still in progress, which would put a major cramp on the mission. Granted, it was highly unlikely, but you never know.

"Let me know once you've landed," Jay said into the comm. It wasn't necessary, but he mostly didn't want to sit in silence. Hawkeye was iin the cockpit as well, but he wasn't very talkative at the moment either.

[Ray Hudson]

Guy Hughes

Once the shuttle doors opened Guy stood up. He threw his empty bag over his shoulder and and walked out with nothing in his hands. He followed Marcus to the back door and watched him draw his weapon. He turned to the group and reminded them all that they weren't to kill anyone. The reminder caused Guy to shoot some air out of his nose in amusement. Marcus casually opened the door and they all walked into the extravagant home.

Immediately after entering Guy felt his nerves kick in and his seemingly immovable grin disappeared. He didn't like that he was doing a job off world, with people he didn't know. He had been put in a horrible position the last time he had done something like this. Desperation was the only reason he had agreed to go on this venture. Guy felt a hole in his stomach as he thought of the past and he knew that he wouldn't stop thinking about it. 

Marcus took note of the indoor pool, passing judgement onto it's owner. Guy found the comment hypocritical and it caused his eyebrow to arch at the man. Guy began to dwell on it and as Marcus led him away from the rest of the group he felt the need to let him know. "Why do you think you can judge this guy on how he spends his money?" He asked in a bitter tone. For the first time since Marcus met him on Persephone, Guy had shown signs of aggression. His tone had been lighthearted the entire trip but his paranoia was getting the better of him.

Guy looked over his shoulder, certain that he had heard Ilana's voice. He thought she might be following him, he thought that he had repeated his mistake. He tried to relax, he turned back forward and didn't join Marcus in ripping out drawers and kicking furniture.

[Bishop Morse]

Griffin


The sun hit Griffin in the face in a way he didn’t like. He stumbled in way down the ramp and out into its warm embrace. It burned his eyes, and he was very dissatisfied with the feeling. ”Fah-huck.” He groaned in his distaste for the sun. The shotgun he had on his right shoulder was dropped down when his arms flailed a bit. He held his left arm up to shield his sockets from the terrible rays. As he did the liquid in the bottle shook all about, making a fluid sound as it did. He kept his eyes squinted as he looked at the house that was in front of him. It was large, he hadn’t been inside one that size in years. He looked around as they started to move forward towards it. There was a large fence around it, and he didn’t see anyway to get over it. But that didn’t really matter since there was a fancy shuttle they could get away in. Where the others may have tried to move quickly, and quietly, Griffin walked like normal. Left foot, right foot, he didn’t move any faster then he usually did. He kept his back straight though and stumbled a little bit on the way up. He heard the one who’d found him say something about remembering not to kill anyone. ”Remember?... No one told me in the first place.” Griffin spat as they approached. He didn’t care if he had to or not, though it was easier to do things without restrictions. A short time later and they were at the house and they were suddenly inside. 

They just used the handle, and didn’t smash open the window like Griffin was prepared to do. This was unusual for him, since generally things were so simple. Or maybe it was that he always just presumed that the doors were locked, and never bothered to try them. But then again he used to try the doors and they were always locked. He did it right, he knew he did. That was the thought that went through his head as they stepped into this unfamiliar house. They came through right into a large room, where at the center there was a large pool. Griffin looked down at it and walked over a bit closer to it. He heard words being spoken again and he lifted his head up. He continued over to the water and he started to kick it with his boot. 

”Who cares where money goes…” Griffin said pausing, then smiling. ”… oh right… I do.” He tilted his head to the left and started walking. ”I think I smell it in here.” Griffin said starting to walk towards the room directly to the left. He didn’t care if he went by himself, he knew what he’d do if he had a problem. His “Right hand Man” would be more then enough to keep him out of trouble. He tilted his head back and took a drink from the bottle and brought it down as he walked off.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus rounded the bottom of the stairs and started up, pausing to look at Guy. "I'm not 'Judging' him. I just think the pools a bit much. Though on a world like this it'd make sense." He started back up the stairs. His mind dwelling more and more on it. "God damnit I sounded like a real asshole..." 

Beat. 

"Well I'm robbing the guy, so it's not like I have a right to be mad at him for that kinda crap." He sighed. He looked both ways and saw noone. If the help was home they were hiding that was fine by him.

"Right in here." He counted the doors and turned the handle, but found it locked. He stepped back and kicked at the door, barely knocking it open. His foot stung, he hadn't done that in a while.

"Right.... I leave that to someone taller next time...." He entered and started looking around the room. "Safe's behind... thatbookcase." He'd let Guy do his thing, looking around and pocketing valuables. Looking them over before stuffing them in the duffel bag.

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana followed the others into the house.  She watched as Marcus kicked a door open, barely, and made a face like he hurt himself.  He said something about leaving that to someone taller the next time.  Ilana grinned and snickered quietly.  Marcus pointed out where the safe was and she noted the location, but as she had no lock picking skills, she went about the room scavenging valueables that weren't behind locked doors.

She didn't pay much attention to what she threw into her bag.  All that concerned her was that the items be of value.  If she picked it up and it wasn't valueable, she broke it if possible.  If it couldn't easily be broken, she tossed it off into the room.  Breaking things relieved tension that she didn't even know was built up and made her feel younger and strangely happy.  She was grinning like a madman and she knew it, but there didn't seem to be anything she could do to get he smile off her face.

[Ray Hudson]

Guy Hughes

His entire life, Guy was raised not to judge people. His Mother raised him to keep an open mind and get to know someone. 'Never make assumption' was a common phrase in the Hughes home. Never judging another's imperfections, Never turning turning his nose up at someone else. Guy wanted Marcus to understand that his flaws outweigh most peoples imperfections.

"Just remember who's spending their money on ammunition" Guy responded. He pointed at Marcus' gun. "Those bullets are meant to hit flesh, not paper."

Marcus pointed at a door and told them it was the room they were looking for. He turned the handle but the door was locked. When Marcus stepped back, Guy assumed that it was so he could get the door open for them but Marcus kicked the door open instead. Guy lightly threw his hands up.

When they entered the room Marcus told Guy that the safe was behind a bookcase. While Marcus and Ilana looted the room, Guy walked up to the large bookcase. He stood, staring at it for a moment. Without thinking, Guy grabbed the bookcase and tipped it over. It came down with a loud crash, most of the books trapped under the case. The safe was revealed, a large grey cube with a glowing blue number pad was lodged in the wall. Guy recognized the model from the logo on the number pad and the size of the safe itself. "He's got an N-98. He wanted somethin' easily accessible, somethin' he could open and close every day without thinkin' about it. This guy could afford something with an iris or fingerprint scanner but those things take like five seconds to register. It's faster just to punch a short code in." Guy stared at the safe intently as he explained all of this. "He must use this thing a lot..." Realizing something, Guy looked down at the bookcase that he tipped over. "Which probably means that the bookcase can be moved with a button or somethin'. Maybe one of the books was a pullout switch." Talking about the safe and the process of opening it would ease his nerves, take his mind off of his suspicions.

Guy removed his sling bag and opened it up. He dug threw it's contents, looking for the specific tool that he needed. Marcus told him that he could be dirty about opening the safe but he would never do that if it could be avoided. He pulled out a long black device. It resembled a thick pen with two, equal length beams to it's left and right, connected near the tip. Guy looked back at Marcus and Ilana, holding up the device."Now this little guy is infamous." He claimed with a smirk. He put his sling bad and empty sack down as he approached the safe again. He placed the tip of the device on the safe and was very careful to position it just right. "These things used to be used as cheap torture devices, could buy 'em at any hardware store before they were discontinued." Once Guy had the device positioned he pushed the button on the end. The two beams came down onto the safe and locked in. He let go of the device and a sharp drilling noise could be heard."Not really sure what they're supposed to be used for though." He admitted. 

"Anyway, this safe's got a tiny sensor right there." He explained, pointing at where the device was drilling. "So if you forget your password you can use this 'key' thing that came with the safe. You'd put it in front of the sensor, punch in your serial number and it would open the safe and tell you your password. This thing's gonna drill a hole right to the sensor and hit it manually. It's the perfect length from the edge of the safe to the sensor." As the device drilled Guy stared at the safe and a look of mild concern came across his face "Unless it's actually an N-94...you know they moved sensors when they changed models...the casing was a little thicker. In which case, I'm just drilling a hole in it for no fuckin' reason." Guy mumbled to himself. He didn't check to see if anyone was paying attention to what he had been saying the whole time. It was all for his own sake. Not long after he finished talking, the device stopped drilling and a click was heard. The door to the safe slowly creaked open automatically. 

Smiling brightly, Guy pushed the button at the end of his device again, causing the drill to slowly retract. As the drill retracted, Guy looked inside of the safe. The first thing that caught Guy's eye was the cash. He quickly pocketed all of the cash inside, trying to do it discreetly, scared that the other's would try and take it. After taking the money, Guy looked for the data stick. Once he found it, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the omni-grabber. He stuck the omni-grabber to the data stick and waited for the flashing yellow light to turn green. When the omni-grabber finished copying the data he removed it and left the data stick in the safe. He grabbed his device and pushed the button one last time, causing the two beams to retract to their original position, allowing him to remove it from the safe. He slid a switch on it's side with his thumb, locking the button for safety. Guy turned around and held the omni-grabber up for Marcus to see. "All done." He said, cheerfully. His worries gone, completely unconcerned with what happened in the past. His mood completely changed.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus continued to grab things that seemed of value, as he listened to Guy. A pang hit at his chest. What was he doing? Breaking into someone's home. How'd he feel if this was happening to him. The comment about bullets hitting flesh struck him harder. And for a minute he felt sick. The image of the dead slave kid Burts had used as a ploy to drag him out.

The kid had died. So many of them had died cause he'd been stupid. He should have known what Burts would have done. Should have remembered. 

Am I just as bad? He wondered. 

When Guy said he was done, Marcus turned on his heels. "Shiny." He noticed the safe was devoid of cash, which was odd. Then again... "We'll divvy up shares once we're off world." He motioned to the group.

"Let's get out of here."

[Bishop Morse]

Griffin


Griffin wallowed through the large home at a brisk pace. He was more so taking in the sites then anything else. He’d moved off first so he did have a bit of a head start though only by a few seconds. He wondered into the room which was to left of the pool, at least from his vantage point. He came into a room that was very large. It was filled with nothing but awkward sort of machines. Many of them looked like vehicles, or strange chairs. He realized that what he was standing in was a home exercise room. There was not going to be a single thing in here that was worth taking. ”Next!” He yelled aloud then moving to the nearest exit to the next room. He continued to move forward through the door. Where he arrived at was in a very long and tall hallway. It was larger then some houses he’d seen. But it had nothing but little plants on tables he couldn’t carry. ”Next!” He called out again as he continued to navigate his way through. This hadn’t taken him very long, he leaned into his walk, and took long strides. He looked forward to see a large entry way that was open and went towards it. He scratched at his face, which was wrapped in the uncomfortable wool, with nothing but a set of eye holes, and a tiny little mouth section. Finding his way now inside of a new room he looked to see what was in it.

It was filled with strange rocks it looked like to him at first. They were whitish or black. He then focused his eyes a bit and realized that it was a room that was completely filled with statues. They were, every single one of them, statues of people. They all had little plates under them with a few words, like names and who made it. But he didn’t bother with that, merely looked them over. He stumbled down the line until he came across one that had longer hair. Griffin found himself gazing at it and from out of his mouth came words that passed through his head.”This looks just like me.” He didn’t waste any time, this was going to be his. He lifted it off of the pedestal it sat on. It was lighter then he thought it was going to be. This one was in the group that was a darker colored metal. He opened his sack and dropped it in, lifting it up high so it wouldn’t hit the ground. Suddenly the thoughts of “take what you can” went through his mind. He didn’t know how much time was left, but he really wanted much more. His foot suddenly went forward and his whole body was then jetting forward. 

Griffins left hand was on his bottle as he began to chug down a strong gulp. He put the shotgun back into it’s holster at his calve, and moved out of the room. His hands were suddenly very sticky. Where he went his arms extended and brought back anything that was in reach. A fancy shadeless lamp went right in, a table top piece that was some sort of orb decoration. He darted out of a room of some chairs and went into a room with a very large stair well. He looked around, found a glass item on a small side table, grabbed it and moved straight across the room. It wasn’t filled with anything worth snatching, so he worked his way through to the next place. Small little decorations were tossed in immediately and onto the next room he went. It was large and empty. It had a nice wooden floor, which was a different shade of brown at the center. He didn’t know what it was for, all he knew was it was empty. On towards a door way to his left, he found his way through. Inside he found a place he’d had on a sort of mental list.

It was a large dining room, with a very long table right in the center. It had place settings sitting, where guess who weren’t there would be able to have their food brought right to them. ”There we are.” He yelled as he came in towards it. He hopped up on the table and dragged the sack across it. He bent down and grabbed all manner of high quality eating utensils. He grabbed everything that he could. Griffin had stolen silver wear before, and when it was high quality, it sold well. He grabbed a number of candle sticks as well as he came by them. This process was quick. His sack moving across the table dragged along with it the long table cloth, and caused much of the table items to fall off. Nothing was outside of what Griffin expected until.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”


Griffin turned around to find a woman standing at the other end of the room. She was large in the middle, and had dark hair. Griffin did not expect anyone to show up, especially not like that. She stood there, not moving horrified. Griffin didn’t move as well. And at that moment she suddenly turned around to move. ”Shit!” Griffin said, and started to chase. He set his bottle down next to his sack, and began charging after her. He grabbed from the side of his leg and ran at the door. He was probably more prepared for the quick action, and being thin as he was he moved quickly. He could however still her at through the kitchens double doors. He hopped off the table and smashed into the door. The kitchen was fairly large and the woman was at the other end. 

“Ahhhhhh!!!” the woman yelled again as he came through the doors. 

Griffin held his hands up, the shotgun in his right holding the barrel. ”Sh, Sh, Sh!” He yelled. The woman didn’t listen. She looked next to her and found a knife block. She pulled one out and brought it up to throw. ”HEY, WO, DON’T…!!” Griffin yelled, but it was futile. She through the knife and it came spinning at him. He ducked down behind a long center counter top inside, and it came clanging behind him. He came back up. As he did he saw another knife come flying. Griffin was about ready to come up shooting, though then recalled something about not shooting anyone. He couldn’t quite remember what, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to. ”Shit!” He yelled as another knife came flying over. ”STOP THROWING KNIVES LADY, I’M NOT GOING TO KILL YOU.” He yelled. It wasn’t stopping her. He looked up on the counter and found a bottle of olive oil. Griffin didn’t wait, he grabbed it and threw it at her hard. 

SMASH

He missed, it splattered all over the place, hitting the woman a little bit. The woman then tried to move seeing him stand up. But apparently a lot of the oil hit the floor as she slipped and fell. Griffin didn’t wait, he came over running. Around the corner, shotgun ready, he found her on the ground trying to get up. He stumbled a little bit himself, and hit the ground. ”Ow!” He yelled. Fortunately it wasn’t enough time for the woman. He kept his weapon ready, and moved over too her and she was cowering.

”Sh, sh, stop it, shut up, shut up, listen!” He said. He looked around. ”You’ve got to… you’ve got to stop…. YELLING!” He yelled at her. ”Or I’ll shoot you!” The threat didn’t help things. ”… But I’m not supposed to do that.” He had on his belt a bit of rope. It was supposed to be used to tie off things like the sack he carried, but now he needed it for something else. It was long and he thought a second. He grabbed her arm, and brought it behind her back. Grabbing her other arm, she started to struggle. Griffin had set his gun down of the floor and started tying off her hands. It was not a very strong knot, he was really just trying it anyway he could. As he finished, he hear her keep yelling. He couldn’t have this. ”Stop yelling!” Griffin yelled as looked around for something to use. There was a cold storage container next to him and he opened it. He looked quickly around, and found a container of some sort of spice sauce. Griffin didn’t like these sorts of things, he presumed the woman wouldn’t either. He untwisted the top, and dumped a lot of it by her face. ”There! Stop yelling or you’ll get a mouth full of….” He tried to read it. ”Missy Chinzing…… Whatever that is.” He didn’t have anymore time he presumed, and he started out back towards the dining room where his sack was to finish with his grabbing. 

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus could hear the yelling from below, and he waited for a gunshot. None came and he looked to the group. "Round up time, folks."

He left the room and, moved quickly down the stairs. "Time to move!" he shouted out. They had what the needed, and what the could take.

He encountered Griffin on their way out, and saw the man carrying some kind of rock. Probably some kind of art piece.

"Lovely." He smirked. He headed out the back and right up into the shuttle. He set his own bag down on the ground and went up to the cockpit, beginning preflight.

"Last one in shut the door!"

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana heard shouting and crashing and she put her hand on her gun instinctively.  Marcus shouted that it was time to go, meaning someone had spotted them and they were making a run for it.  She sighed heavily, dropped a gold ball that might have been a paperweight into her bag, and went out the door.  She took the stairs two at a time, not exactly running, but she wasn't out for a leisurely stroll either.  She hit the ground floor and ran to the back door, nearly plowing the new guy into the floor.  Not that she really would have had much chance of that.  As tiny as she was, and as big as the man was, she probably would have bounced off of him and knocked herself out when she hit the ground.

She ran out the back door and across the grounds to the shuttle.  Adrenaline was pouring through her, mainly because she knew something had happened, but she wasn't sure what that something was, and she wasn't a coward but getting shot today was definitely not on her to do list.  She also wasn't looking forward to the crash that would come when her adrenaline faded. 

She climbed into the shuttle and took a seat against the wall.  She could hear Marcus prepping the shuttle for liftoff and she still couldn't relax yet.  Despite everything, she didn't know her new Captain very well and she didn't know if he was the "leave no man behind sort" or the "fuck 'em, they should have ran faster" sort.  Not knowing this made her glad she got to the shuttle before he was done prepping for takeoff.  She put her bag on the floor between her feet and leaned back against the wall behind her, waiting.