Cass stripped her clothes off and jumped into the sonic shower. While she was certain that Section 31 had bugged her dorm room (too bad for her chatty roommate and too bad for the agents that had to watch said roommate have sex with her boyfriend), she felt certain that even they wouldn't cross the line and put a holovid device in the bathroom. So when she needed to reach out to Aubrey, the shower was where she went. An hour ago, she'd felt the familiar mental pinch that meant Aubrey wanted her to reach out and she'd gotten home as soon as possible. In the safety of the sonic stall, she allowed her eyes to dilate as she reached out to her sister.

Hey, what's up?

Oh, you know. I was just hacking Starfleet files like you do –

You promised me you'd leave Starfleet alone. The last time almost got me fired…

Yeah, well, I lied and I've got something I think you're gonna find really fucking interesting. Sending it via an encrypted file to your personal PADD right now.

What is it?

Take a look yourself. It would take too long to explain to you.

I hope you don't get us both killed.

Have I gotten either of us killed yet? Have some faith in your big sis.

Faith in you is exactly the kind of thing that will get me killed.

I'll ignore that.

No, really, please don't. Now what the fuck have you stolen from Starfleet this time?

This is some serious shit. I'm not taking any chances with this one. The encryption is pretty intense so listen up…

Aubrey explained to her sister how to open the file and after a few more minutes of discussion, the girls parted ways. Cass was once again alone in her head. She got out of the shower, dressed, and grabbed the PADD she only used for communications like this – ones she didn't want tracked. Looked like it was time for a walk in the park.

Cass knew that agents had a harder time tracking their targets in public places so she hopped a hovercab over to one of the busier parks in the area and sat down to break the encryption code on the file her sister had sent. It took a while but when she finally got through, she hopped back into a hovercab. The safest place to read something private was in a hovercab. So she started reading. And then reading some more. And even more. She kept switching hovercabs to take her from one side of town to another, knowing that if they were tracking her, Section 31 would be suspicious of someone going from one side of town to another back and forth but she couldn't help herself. She needed to read everything; she couldn't pull her eyes away from the documents on her PADD, even though she wanted to do anything but read the horrors in front of her. By the time she was done, Cass was shaking. She didn't want that file on her PADD. She didn't want this life, didn't want the choices laid out in front of her. Section 31 had finally found a way to push her over the edge. She needed to get a hold of the Resurrection cadets. It was time to plan a way out.

Adjoa and Sabine were the first two cadets she reached out to; in truth, she'd just meant to contact Sabine but Adjoa was there in her room as well so that was killing two birds with one stone. From there, she would have to rely on Sabine to spread the word. It was too dangerous to keep hovering around town, reaching out to each crew member. Sabine would need to contact each of them via touch to arrange the meeting. But it was non-negotiable. They all needed to be there, it needed to be away from Section 31 headquarters, and the best time to meet would be in the evening at another public place, when tracking agents were less likely to be present and less able to accurately monitor their moves. Cass had never felt a fear like this before. She knew she'd be on her own for this one – Uncle Chris would demand proof if she went to him and then she'd have to confess that she and Aubrey had been talking. She needed Aubrey to remain hidden because right now, it was looking like Aubrey would be the only way out for all of them.

Sabine got to work on contacting the rest of the cadets – it was easier to find the girls – they all lived in either Sabine's building or the building next to hers. For the guys, things were a bit more complicated. Cass had been very specific that Sabine needed to make every touch look accidental or natural. She couldn't just storm into the men's dorms and start palming the male crew members. And each crew member needed to keep it to themselves. No conversations with one another about the meeting. Cass was taking no chances with this. So Sabine did her best to find all of the guys, either at the library, at lunch, in classes, or in the rec center. She managed to reach everyone within a couple of days. The meeting time had been set for that Friday. They were headed out to the clubs again.

Sabine and Adjoa were the first two to show up and they went through their normal actions – got drinks at the bar, grabbed a table big enough for the group. The rest of the crew members trickled in. In contrast to their last night out dancing, the atmosphere was subdued among the cadets. If anyone were watching, they might think it was weird that no one had brought boyfriends or girlfriends from outside the crew with them. They might also notice how everyone in the group was slightly more jumpy than the other club-goers. When Cass arrived, she took one look at them and reached out to Sabine.

You guys could not look more obvious. Go dance or something.

You want us to dance? What is this, Cass?

I want you all to not look so fucking conspicuous.

Cass rolled her eyes. Did she have to do everything around here? For a group of trained and highly-skilled fighters, the Resurrection crew sure was stupid sometimes. She watched as several crew members dispersed and spread out on the dance floor, while others stayed at the table, drinking and talking. That was more like it. Unless Section 31 had found telepaths that could hide their signals, she and Sabine were the only two telepaths in the club. Which meant she was safe to reach out to everyone. Cass made her way onto the dance floor. She went up to Anthony and started dancing with him. After a few minutes, she reached out to him and explained what he needed to do next. A few more songs played, and the group became restless, wondering why they'd been dragged out in such cloak and dagger circumstances. At that point, Anthony and Cass started making out on the dance floor and then exited to a secluded corner of the club. To a passer-by, the couple looked like one of those random hook-ups that happened all the time in nightclubs. Using Anthony as a human shield, Cass reached out to everyone.

Guys, you know I've always done what I can to look out for you. I need you to listen closely to me right now. Save the questions till I'm done. I came upon high-level information the other day. Section 31 is messing with some serious shit and I think it's time we start planning, should we need to make a clean break and get out of here.

When you say get out of here?

I mean get off this planet, leave Starfleet, go into hiding – start over. And I said no interruptions.

Cass filled the crew in on almost everything she'd read in the file. They were, predictably, upset and she had to keep reminding them to act natural, lest any agents that might be around see any one of them acting strangely. They had tons of questions and she did her best to field them. After what felt like hours, the conversation ended, with tentative plans having been agreed to by everyone.