*A Scent from the Past*
Someone was there, he could sense them off to the right of his sleep pod which now doubled as his holding cell. Slowly he inhaled… it was female. The scent seemed somewhat familiar but long forgotten. It puzzled him, it'd have to be someone worth his time otherwise he wouldn't remember it, her. She wasn't a whore, no not at all. But why was she down there? Was she a merc? No, far too stealthy for that, shit he had trouble sensing her presence. He inhaled once again, there was no fear on her at all, if anything there was anticipation of… something. Who the hell was this woman? This familiar, non-merc, non-whore, stealthy woman. He sensed her getting closer, closer, oh so close, 5 more steps and all his questions would be answered. Then he sensed Johns right behind the girl. In 2 seconds flat Johns had slammed the woman against the wall and she was now crying. Had to give it to the sun of a bitch… he was quick. The girl was still crying but it was fake… it wasn't sincere now Johns wouldn't know that, he wouldn't either if he wasn't so skilled in picking those things up. Why was she there? What ulterior motives did this woman have? Well, whoever she was… she was good, she even fooled the ol' blue eyed devil. Or maybe Johns was too hungry for a piece of ass to realize the front. Oh well, whoever it was, he'd be sure to find out… he didn't plan on staying in the pod too much longer, it was about time to repay Johns for putting him in cuffs and trying to take him back to the Slam.
He tried to let go of his conscious side so the animalistic side could take over but the mystery woman kept re-entering his mind… it kept spiking his instincts, something was going to happen and some real deep shit too. This woman was of the past but he couldn't place who or when.
Someone was there, he could sense them off to the right of his sleep pod which now doubled as his holding cell. Slowly he inhaled… it was female. The scent seemed somewhat familiar but long forgotten. It puzzled him, it'd have to be someone worth his time otherwise he wouldn't remember it, her. She wasn't a whore, no not at all. But why was she down there? Was she a merc? No, far too stealthy for that, shit he had trouble sensing her presence. He inhaled once again, there was no fear on her at all, if anything there was anticipation of… something. Who the hell was this woman? This familiar, non-merc, non-whore, stealthy woman. He sensed her getting closer, closer, oh so close, 5 more steps and all his questions would be answered. Then he sensed Johns right behind the girl. In 2 seconds flat Johns had slammed the woman against the wall and she was now crying. Had to give it to the sun of a bitch… he was quick. The girl was still crying but it was fake… it wasn't sincere now Johns wouldn't know that, he wouldn't either if he wasn't so skilled in picking those things up. Why was she there? What ulterior motives did this woman have? Well, whoever she was… she was good, she even fooled the ol' blue eyed devil. Or maybe Johns was too hungry for a piece of ass to realize the front. Oh well, whoever it was, he'd be sure to find out… he didn't plan on staying in the pod too much longer, it was about time to repay Johns for putting him in cuffs and trying to take him back to the Slam.
He tried to let go of his conscious side so the animalistic side could take over but the mystery woman kept re-entering his mind… it kept spiking his instincts, something was going to happen and some real deep shit too. This woman was of the past but he couldn't place who or when.
