Under My Umbrella
When I close my eyes... I can see for miles.
There's comfort in my dark seat... and chaos in the aisles.
These eyes are not your eyes
and these eyes are not the color that
your arid eyes might be.
No, I was not around
When those eyes of your decided so
I reguse to kneel before the
Sight you choose to see
When I close my eyes... I remember how to smile.
Under my umbrella... I'm an accomplished exile.
These eyes are not your eyes
and these eyes are not the color that
your arid eyes might be.
No, I was not around
When those eyes of your decided so
I reguse to kneel before the
Sight you choose to see
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong.
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind.
---Courtesy of Incubus, "Under My Umbrella"---
*Stayin' Alive*
Her eyes, a glazed over bluish silver, glowed in the night like a hungry cat's would. She hid in the shadows careful not to be seen. If anyone spotted her, they would surely notify a company authority or local merc, that was if they knew who she was and what she was worth. The people, they feared her. They feared her strength, her agility, her fearlessness, and most of all... they feared her searing, soul lacking, lifeless eyes which showed no sign of emotion or humanity. Oh how Enigma enjoyed the look of pure terror which twisted a person's face when they saw her eyes. But none of the tormenting tonight, she willed her self to stay in the darkness , to fight the need to play her game. She knew all too well that she couldn't draw attention to herself, not now... not with so many mercs and inexperienced little punks out for her head. So she did what she had done for most of her life, she lived in the still darkness of night. Not that it bothered her, not in the least, it was the closest thing to comfort she would ever reach. It soothed her almost, allowed her to relax just the slightest bit.
It was hard for Enigma tonight, her instinctive need to bring death unto a human almost over took her self-control. She yearned to feel the sensation of her carefully carved shiv dig into the bleeding flesh of a deserving soul. Such an act so un-human? Not to her... it was her way of life, she LIVED for killing, almost provoking it at times. How could she not wish such a thing? She'd spent her life locked in a Slam, she knew nothing else. Her only defense was her bare, but skillful hands. Slowly Enigma cautiously made her way to the room she'd rented for the night. A picture flashed in her mind of the pimple-infested clerk's horrified face when he caught a glimpse of her shined eyes. A small, evil smirk crept upon her solemn face.
Before Enigma could reach the confines of her room 3 drunken men approached her. What ever God is out there... surely smiled upon me tonight she thought almost gleefully. They closed in on her. Enigma put her acting skills to use, she pretended to be frightened... a lonely little bimbo just trying to get home safe. HA PLEASE! she laughed inwardly. Enigma cowered in a dimly lit corner, the first man grabbed her.
"hey baby, up for some fun" the man slurred.
"No... please leave me alone" Enigma said in a small, scared voice.
"C'mon beautiful... you know you want this" the second drunk said unzipping his pants.
"Oh God! Please... don't hurt me... pl,please leave me... leave me alone" she stuttered believably.
"We aren't gonna hurt you baby, as long as you play nice with us" the third drunk said pulling her body into his and groping her.
"Yeah," Her voice hardened. "I'll play nice" She said ripping her glasses from her face to show the three poor fools her intimidating eyes. In her anticipation she growled an animalistic sound so blood curdling it would turn any human whiter than a ghost.
The three men stared, unable to move as if in a trance. In a lightening fast move Enigma grabbed one of the men by the hair and slammed him into the wall. He fell to the ground in a heap of unconsciousness. She then kneed the tallest of the three in the groin which brought him hunching over in front of her, a perfect target, she slammed her left foot to right side of his face sending him falling to the ground. The third drunk confused, frightened and fearing for his life lunged towards Enigma. In one foul swoop of the arm she hit the man between the neck and shoulder, he fell to the ground as well. Enigma stood motionlessly enjoying the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins. The same smirk as before crawled upon her face as she walked away from the scene. The rest of the way back to her lodging she waded in her contentment, so happy with her self in the fear she brought to those pricks.
The next morning Enigma woke to the sound of hushed voices out side her room. She flung the covers from her naked body and made her way to the door. Using her acute senses she listened closely. Two men... speaking of her... IT WAS A MERC! Enigma hurriedly put on her tight black tank which hugged every crevasse of her body. The shirt stopped midway up her stomach showing off her perfectly sculpted 6 pack she had. She then put on her black baggy pants that hung low on her hips, way beneath her navel. Once fully dressed she grabbed her shiv and stuck it in left boot. She then noiselessly slid through the window at the opposite side of the room. As soon as she exited the room she pulled her long maroonish purple hair into a ponytail high on her head. No sooner had she done this had the door to her room flung open to reveal 3 large men armed with plasma guns loaded and ready to take her down. Enigma ducked from view of the window. The sunlight blinding her, she grabbed her large black glasses from her pocket and shoved them on her face. She decided it'd be best to wear them, they looked more fitting to the atmosphere of this settlement then her simple sun goggles. Yes, though a escape convict, Enigma had a sense of fashion... and a good one at that. Who ever said a killer couldn't be trendy? She laughed at herself for that comment. She strode down the street un-noticed. As long as her eyes were covered, Enigma fit in well with the crowd... she was human. Yeah right! If these people only knew the animal that walked amongst them she said priding herself in who she was, and what she'd done. Didn't she have remorse from her killings? Didn't she feel disgusted or bad? Not even slightly... she relished, and enjoyed what she'd done to all her victims. She was an animal, a cold blooded, heartless, villain... and she LOVED it!!! Enigma was the most ruthless of the Slam where she had just recently escaped from. Stealthily she weaved her way between the people who crowded the sidewalks, she knew she had to be quick, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that the mercs were close at her heels. About 2 meters away stood a transport center. She almost ran to it, eager to catch the next ship out of the settlement.
"Hey, get me the next ship outta this settlement" Putting her money on the counter.
"The next ship leaves at 19 hundred hours... is that acceptable ma'am? Ma'am?" The clerk spoke politely.
"What? Yeah that's great" Enigma said breaking her eyes from the door long enough to pay and take her transportation pass.
"thank you ma'am" The clerk said again every so nicely.
"Thanks" she muttered over her shoulder and she hurried from the center.
As Enigma left the center she saw the 3 men which were hunting her coming up the sidewalk. She nonchalantly turned to walk down the street absently gazing at her ticket. The men walked straight past her looking every which way besides dead at her. That was close, too fucking close. You should have been more careful! Enigma silently scolded herself. In her mind, she ran through the possible hide outs. 0-1900 hours was quite a ways off and she couldn't deal with the temptation of the people, much less the annoyance of the mercs looking for her. Finally, after much thought she decided to shop. If indeed someone had told of her where-abouts they probably knew what she was wearing, so therefore it gave her an excuse to get out of her dusty clothing she'd been wearing for 2 weeks straight now.
Enigma took her time shopping pretending that she actually cared what she was going to wear. If she wanted to stay a free woman she had to act as normal as possible and from her days before the Slam she remembered her mother always being so particular as to what she wore. After she finished her little spree Enigma ended up with a black tank top, a pair of army pants, a gray tank top, tight fitting stretch like black pants, a white tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. She also picked up a few little things such as suitable sunglasses to shield her eyes, a blond wig and even a pair of blue contacts. Enigma had escaped twice before but this time she wasn't fucking around, she was getting out but for good this time.
After strolling around and getting some food 01900 came around and Enigma had transformed herself into something she never thought possible. As she looked in the mirror she knew that no one would notice her, she could barely notice herself... the EXACT look she wanted. Enigma now had bleach blond hair with bangs in the front and deep blue eyes, but still she wasn't taking any chances so she slipped on a pair of blue tinted sunglasses. The saleswoman who sold them to her said they made her look "super cute". If she only knew. To complete her ensemble Enigma wore the new white tank top she bought and khaki shorts.
Slowly she made her way aboard the Hunter-Gratzener absorbing her surroundings as she went. She walked about the ship with extreme caution if anyone tried to sneak up on her they'd be signing their own death contract. As she walked into the cryo chamber she came face to face with a merc and 3 on planet officers who were apparently boarding the merc's pay- day. Enigma's initial reaction was run but then she remembered her disguise so she proceeded to enter the room. At first she didn't really care who the merc's catch was. She assumed it was most probably some little punk caught for stealing on a nearby planet who was now on the run and being the inexperienced twerp he was, got caught. But that's when she noticed the 5 additional officers entering with the cargo. Enigma moved in for a better look. "No petty thief needs THIS many officers to put him on a transport" she thought as she got closer.
Officer: Excuse me miss... you have to leave right now. This area is dangerous and off limits as of now and until an authority tells you otherwise.
Enigma: *using a sweet British accent* I'm terribly sorry, Officer... I didn't realize. Say, before I go would you fancy tellin' me what's happenin' here?
Officer: We're transporting an escape convict.
Enigma: *putting on her best scared face* Good god man! And I have to travel with the animal... well, who is this convict? Well known?
Officer: Miss, that's all I can tell you... I'm sure that Officer over there, Officer Johns *pointing to a tall blond man with bright blue eyes* will brief everyone once we've settled the prisoner.
Enigma: Well thank you sir. *smiling sweetly*
Enigma then exited the cryo area and moved to the main traveling area. The tall blond man was NO officer... he was a merc and Enigma knew it. He may have claimed to those Officers he was one of them, but it was probably just to get their assistance with the escaped convict. Escape convict, eh? Wonder who it could be... what if it's? NO! Not a snowball's fucking chance in hell he got caught. He's smarter than that. Enigma thought silently. Nonetheless, Johns was a fake and she would see to it that he wouldn't figure her out. His cover was blown without him realizing it, but hers wouldn't be.
Later, after everything had been prepped and the Hunter-Gratzner was well into space Enigma set to the task of finding out more about "Officer Johns" and his escapee. Walking sexily in his direction she sat down at his side.
Johns: Well hello there little lady, how can I be of service?
Enigma: Well, I was just wondering... what was all the commotion in the cryo chamber? I mean is it someone I should worry about.
Johns: Well can you keep a secret?
Enigma: Only if you tell me what it is.
Johns: Well, the man we loaded on the ship today is a convict. Cold blooded murderer. He's the most feared and wanted man in the universe!
Enigma: OH NO! What if he gets out!? *putting on her best scared face*
Johns: I assure you little lady that wont happen.
Enigma: It sure is nice having someone like you here to protect me, you protect me of course wont you?
Johns: Oh yeah, I'll protect you... every inch of you.
Enigma: Oh well then, I feel much, much safer *sitting closer to him and speaking in his ear* A big man like you... I know I'll just fine. Especially if your protecting EVERY inch of me *dragging her hand down her body*
Just then an elderly woman walked up and interrupted them. About damn time, I don't think I could have handled too much more of that fucker. Enigma thought to herself.
***Not too long after her conversation with "Officer Johns", Enigma decided it was time. She knew her curiosity was getting the better of her senses, which never happened, but she HAD to see convict. Something in the pit of her stomach, deep in the depths of her instincts nagged at her, she could tell something was going to happen.
Oblivious to where her feet were carrying her she abruptly stopped when she realized that she was standing at the door to the cryo chamber. Yes it was definitely time, slowly and cautiously Enigma entered the chamber. She crept towards the back corner where the convict was being held. "If it was him, he'd know by now that I'm here" she silently told herself. "It's wishful thinking, girl. You know he's too smart to get caught by some 2 cent merc! Don't get your hopes up, even if it was him, you yourself would probably kill him for what he did to you." She spoke to herself inside her head, reasoning with herself, keeping herself sane-or insane-trying to stay rational. Enigma was in her predator mode. Finally as the captive's arm fell into view a laser pistol was slammed into her face and she was against the wall. It was Johns.
Johns: What the FUCK are you doing down here?!
Enigma: I, I *starting to cry* I just wanted t,t,to see him *shaking uncontrollably.*
Johns: Don't you know its dangerous down here?!
Enigma: Yes, I'm sorry. I was just curious.
Johns: DON'T do it again!!! There's no business down here for you girl, this is restricted until we go into cryo sleep, which isn't too far off. That man is a murderer and given the opportunity he'd gut you while you were still alive and then snap your neck, no one wants something like that to happen to a pretty little thing like yourself.
Enigma: I'm sorry *acting timid and weak, like a scolded child*
Johns: *pressing his body to hers* It's okay, but maybe you could make it up to me.
Enigma: *sexually grinning at him as she pressed the button to open the chamber* Maybe *slipping away from him and out the door and then glancing over her shoulder and smiling*
FUCK! That was TOO close! I'm a fucking fool! I got too caught up in my own thoughts to know that fucking merc was right there! Right fucking there! Enigma screamed at herself inwardly as she sat in the mess hall alone. She had been so close, so fucking close she could practically taste him. But was it really him? Well if it was him, he'd know for sure now that she was there. She knew he heard them, probably smelled them, maybe even saw them. But he wouldn't know it was her due to her disguise, but that wouldn't stop him from knowing not in the slightest. If he was anything of the man he used to be he'd recognize her by her scent. He still controls me, he's still in me, he's like a bad habit that won't go away. Just there in my mind. It's NOT him, it CAN'T be him. you're getting worked up over nothing girl. Right now you need to focus on getting that bitch Johns off your ass!" She cursed herself.
When I close my eyes... I can see for miles.
There's comfort in my dark seat... and chaos in the aisles.
These eyes are not your eyes
and these eyes are not the color that
your arid eyes might be.
No, I was not around
When those eyes of your decided so
I reguse to kneel before the
Sight you choose to see
When I close my eyes... I remember how to smile.
Under my umbrella... I'm an accomplished exile.
These eyes are not your eyes
and these eyes are not the color that
your arid eyes might be.
No, I was not around
When those eyes of your decided so
I reguse to kneel before the
Sight you choose to see
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong.
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind.
---Courtesy of Incubus, "Under My Umbrella"---
*Stayin' Alive*
Her eyes, a glazed over bluish silver, glowed in the night like a hungry cat's would. She hid in the shadows careful not to be seen. If anyone spotted her, they would surely notify a company authority or local merc, that was if they knew who she was and what she was worth. The people, they feared her. They feared her strength, her agility, her fearlessness, and most of all... they feared her searing, soul lacking, lifeless eyes which showed no sign of emotion or humanity. Oh how Enigma enjoyed the look of pure terror which twisted a person's face when they saw her eyes. But none of the tormenting tonight, she willed her self to stay in the darkness , to fight the need to play her game. She knew all too well that she couldn't draw attention to herself, not now... not with so many mercs and inexperienced little punks out for her head. So she did what she had done for most of her life, she lived in the still darkness of night. Not that it bothered her, not in the least, it was the closest thing to comfort she would ever reach. It soothed her almost, allowed her to relax just the slightest bit.
It was hard for Enigma tonight, her instinctive need to bring death unto a human almost over took her self-control. She yearned to feel the sensation of her carefully carved shiv dig into the bleeding flesh of a deserving soul. Such an act so un-human? Not to her... it was her way of life, she LIVED for killing, almost provoking it at times. How could she not wish such a thing? She'd spent her life locked in a Slam, she knew nothing else. Her only defense was her bare, but skillful hands. Slowly Enigma cautiously made her way to the room she'd rented for the night. A picture flashed in her mind of the pimple-infested clerk's horrified face when he caught a glimpse of her shined eyes. A small, evil smirk crept upon her solemn face.
Before Enigma could reach the confines of her room 3 drunken men approached her. What ever God is out there... surely smiled upon me tonight she thought almost gleefully. They closed in on her. Enigma put her acting skills to use, she pretended to be frightened... a lonely little bimbo just trying to get home safe. HA PLEASE! she laughed inwardly. Enigma cowered in a dimly lit corner, the first man grabbed her.
"hey baby, up for some fun" the man slurred.
"No... please leave me alone" Enigma said in a small, scared voice.
"C'mon beautiful... you know you want this" the second drunk said unzipping his pants.
"Oh God! Please... don't hurt me... pl,please leave me... leave me alone" she stuttered believably.
"We aren't gonna hurt you baby, as long as you play nice with us" the third drunk said pulling her body into his and groping her.
"Yeah," Her voice hardened. "I'll play nice" She said ripping her glasses from her face to show the three poor fools her intimidating eyes. In her anticipation she growled an animalistic sound so blood curdling it would turn any human whiter than a ghost.
The three men stared, unable to move as if in a trance. In a lightening fast move Enigma grabbed one of the men by the hair and slammed him into the wall. He fell to the ground in a heap of unconsciousness. She then kneed the tallest of the three in the groin which brought him hunching over in front of her, a perfect target, she slammed her left foot to right side of his face sending him falling to the ground. The third drunk confused, frightened and fearing for his life lunged towards Enigma. In one foul swoop of the arm she hit the man between the neck and shoulder, he fell to the ground as well. Enigma stood motionlessly enjoying the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins. The same smirk as before crawled upon her face as she walked away from the scene. The rest of the way back to her lodging she waded in her contentment, so happy with her self in the fear she brought to those pricks.
The next morning Enigma woke to the sound of hushed voices out side her room. She flung the covers from her naked body and made her way to the door. Using her acute senses she listened closely. Two men... speaking of her... IT WAS A MERC! Enigma hurriedly put on her tight black tank which hugged every crevasse of her body. The shirt stopped midway up her stomach showing off her perfectly sculpted 6 pack she had. She then put on her black baggy pants that hung low on her hips, way beneath her navel. Once fully dressed she grabbed her shiv and stuck it in left boot. She then noiselessly slid through the window at the opposite side of the room. As soon as she exited the room she pulled her long maroonish purple hair into a ponytail high on her head. No sooner had she done this had the door to her room flung open to reveal 3 large men armed with plasma guns loaded and ready to take her down. Enigma ducked from view of the window. The sunlight blinding her, she grabbed her large black glasses from her pocket and shoved them on her face. She decided it'd be best to wear them, they looked more fitting to the atmosphere of this settlement then her simple sun goggles. Yes, though a escape convict, Enigma had a sense of fashion... and a good one at that. Who ever said a killer couldn't be trendy? She laughed at herself for that comment. She strode down the street un-noticed. As long as her eyes were covered, Enigma fit in well with the crowd... she was human. Yeah right! If these people only knew the animal that walked amongst them she said priding herself in who she was, and what she'd done. Didn't she have remorse from her killings? Didn't she feel disgusted or bad? Not even slightly... she relished, and enjoyed what she'd done to all her victims. She was an animal, a cold blooded, heartless, villain... and she LOVED it!!! Enigma was the most ruthless of the Slam where she had just recently escaped from. Stealthily she weaved her way between the people who crowded the sidewalks, she knew she had to be quick, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that the mercs were close at her heels. About 2 meters away stood a transport center. She almost ran to it, eager to catch the next ship out of the settlement.
"Hey, get me the next ship outta this settlement" Putting her money on the counter.
"The next ship leaves at 19 hundred hours... is that acceptable ma'am? Ma'am?" The clerk spoke politely.
"What? Yeah that's great" Enigma said breaking her eyes from the door long enough to pay and take her transportation pass.
"thank you ma'am" The clerk said again every so nicely.
"Thanks" she muttered over her shoulder and she hurried from the center.
As Enigma left the center she saw the 3 men which were hunting her coming up the sidewalk. She nonchalantly turned to walk down the street absently gazing at her ticket. The men walked straight past her looking every which way besides dead at her. That was close, too fucking close. You should have been more careful! Enigma silently scolded herself. In her mind, she ran through the possible hide outs. 0-1900 hours was quite a ways off and she couldn't deal with the temptation of the people, much less the annoyance of the mercs looking for her. Finally, after much thought she decided to shop. If indeed someone had told of her where-abouts they probably knew what she was wearing, so therefore it gave her an excuse to get out of her dusty clothing she'd been wearing for 2 weeks straight now.
Enigma took her time shopping pretending that she actually cared what she was going to wear. If she wanted to stay a free woman she had to act as normal as possible and from her days before the Slam she remembered her mother always being so particular as to what she wore. After she finished her little spree Enigma ended up with a black tank top, a pair of army pants, a gray tank top, tight fitting stretch like black pants, a white tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. She also picked up a few little things such as suitable sunglasses to shield her eyes, a blond wig and even a pair of blue contacts. Enigma had escaped twice before but this time she wasn't fucking around, she was getting out but for good this time.
After strolling around and getting some food 01900 came around and Enigma had transformed herself into something she never thought possible. As she looked in the mirror she knew that no one would notice her, she could barely notice herself... the EXACT look she wanted. Enigma now had bleach blond hair with bangs in the front and deep blue eyes, but still she wasn't taking any chances so she slipped on a pair of blue tinted sunglasses. The saleswoman who sold them to her said they made her look "super cute". If she only knew. To complete her ensemble Enigma wore the new white tank top she bought and khaki shorts.
Slowly she made her way aboard the Hunter-Gratzener absorbing her surroundings as she went. She walked about the ship with extreme caution if anyone tried to sneak up on her they'd be signing their own death contract. As she walked into the cryo chamber she came face to face with a merc and 3 on planet officers who were apparently boarding the merc's pay- day. Enigma's initial reaction was run but then she remembered her disguise so she proceeded to enter the room. At first she didn't really care who the merc's catch was. She assumed it was most probably some little punk caught for stealing on a nearby planet who was now on the run and being the inexperienced twerp he was, got caught. But that's when she noticed the 5 additional officers entering with the cargo. Enigma moved in for a better look. "No petty thief needs THIS many officers to put him on a transport" she thought as she got closer.
Officer: Excuse me miss... you have to leave right now. This area is dangerous and off limits as of now and until an authority tells you otherwise.
Enigma: *using a sweet British accent* I'm terribly sorry, Officer... I didn't realize. Say, before I go would you fancy tellin' me what's happenin' here?
Officer: We're transporting an escape convict.
Enigma: *putting on her best scared face* Good god man! And I have to travel with the animal... well, who is this convict? Well known?
Officer: Miss, that's all I can tell you... I'm sure that Officer over there, Officer Johns *pointing to a tall blond man with bright blue eyes* will brief everyone once we've settled the prisoner.
Enigma: Well thank you sir. *smiling sweetly*
Enigma then exited the cryo area and moved to the main traveling area. The tall blond man was NO officer... he was a merc and Enigma knew it. He may have claimed to those Officers he was one of them, but it was probably just to get their assistance with the escaped convict. Escape convict, eh? Wonder who it could be... what if it's? NO! Not a snowball's fucking chance in hell he got caught. He's smarter than that. Enigma thought silently. Nonetheless, Johns was a fake and she would see to it that he wouldn't figure her out. His cover was blown without him realizing it, but hers wouldn't be.
Later, after everything had been prepped and the Hunter-Gratzner was well into space Enigma set to the task of finding out more about "Officer Johns" and his escapee. Walking sexily in his direction she sat down at his side.
Johns: Well hello there little lady, how can I be of service?
Enigma: Well, I was just wondering... what was all the commotion in the cryo chamber? I mean is it someone I should worry about.
Johns: Well can you keep a secret?
Enigma: Only if you tell me what it is.
Johns: Well, the man we loaded on the ship today is a convict. Cold blooded murderer. He's the most feared and wanted man in the universe!
Enigma: OH NO! What if he gets out!? *putting on her best scared face*
Johns: I assure you little lady that wont happen.
Enigma: It sure is nice having someone like you here to protect me, you protect me of course wont you?
Johns: Oh yeah, I'll protect you... every inch of you.
Enigma: Oh well then, I feel much, much safer *sitting closer to him and speaking in his ear* A big man like you... I know I'll just fine. Especially if your protecting EVERY inch of me *dragging her hand down her body*
Just then an elderly woman walked up and interrupted them. About damn time, I don't think I could have handled too much more of that fucker. Enigma thought to herself.
***Not too long after her conversation with "Officer Johns", Enigma decided it was time. She knew her curiosity was getting the better of her senses, which never happened, but she HAD to see convict. Something in the pit of her stomach, deep in the depths of her instincts nagged at her, she could tell something was going to happen.
Oblivious to where her feet were carrying her she abruptly stopped when she realized that she was standing at the door to the cryo chamber. Yes it was definitely time, slowly and cautiously Enigma entered the chamber. She crept towards the back corner where the convict was being held. "If it was him, he'd know by now that I'm here" she silently told herself. "It's wishful thinking, girl. You know he's too smart to get caught by some 2 cent merc! Don't get your hopes up, even if it was him, you yourself would probably kill him for what he did to you." She spoke to herself inside her head, reasoning with herself, keeping herself sane-or insane-trying to stay rational. Enigma was in her predator mode. Finally as the captive's arm fell into view a laser pistol was slammed into her face and she was against the wall. It was Johns.
Johns: What the FUCK are you doing down here?!
Enigma: I, I *starting to cry* I just wanted t,t,to see him *shaking uncontrollably.*
Johns: Don't you know its dangerous down here?!
Enigma: Yes, I'm sorry. I was just curious.
Johns: DON'T do it again!!! There's no business down here for you girl, this is restricted until we go into cryo sleep, which isn't too far off. That man is a murderer and given the opportunity he'd gut you while you were still alive and then snap your neck, no one wants something like that to happen to a pretty little thing like yourself.
Enigma: I'm sorry *acting timid and weak, like a scolded child*
Johns: *pressing his body to hers* It's okay, but maybe you could make it up to me.
Enigma: *sexually grinning at him as she pressed the button to open the chamber* Maybe *slipping away from him and out the door and then glancing over her shoulder and smiling*
FUCK! That was TOO close! I'm a fucking fool! I got too caught up in my own thoughts to know that fucking merc was right there! Right fucking there! Enigma screamed at herself inwardly as she sat in the mess hall alone. She had been so close, so fucking close she could practically taste him. But was it really him? Well if it was him, he'd know for sure now that she was there. She knew he heard them, probably smelled them, maybe even saw them. But he wouldn't know it was her due to her disguise, but that wouldn't stop him from knowing not in the slightest. If he was anything of the man he used to be he'd recognize her by her scent. He still controls me, he's still in me, he's like a bad habit that won't go away. Just there in my mind. It's NOT him, it CAN'T be him. you're getting worked up over nothing girl. Right now you need to focus on getting that bitch Johns off your ass!" She cursed herself.
