A/N- Wonderous chapter three. Huzzah! *dances* They... still don't belong to me. *tear*
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Chapter 3-
I have to say this, Neil's been really gentlemanly about this whole thing. He let me have the bed, and even braved the outside to go food shopping. When he came back with food (enough for two weeks if we ate it sparingly), I looked up at him, a box of cookies in my hand.
"Won't people get suspicious if we don't come out of the room for a week?" I questioned, quirking a brow. His ears, face, and neck turned pink, and I had a feeling that it spread all over his body. Note to self: Embarrass Neil when he's naked. I snapped myself out of it. "…What?"
"I, er, told the guy not to bother us when I checked in." He stated.
"Oh…" …why did I get the feeling that wasn't it? "And that's the reason you're red?"
"Er… part of it?" I placed the cookies down on the counter.
"What did you do?" I asked. He gave me a sort of 'Please, Jane, don't hurt me' smile.
"I… I told him we were on our honey moon." I let that sink in for a second before my eyes narrowed.
"I'll deal with it later." I told myself aloud, unpacking another bag.
"C'mon, Jane, it was the only way I could think of that would be sensible! 'Don't bug us because our old Captain and his wife are crazy and after us' just doesn't sound normal to these people." He was pressed against my side, whether he knew it our not, and that along with his explanation made me nod.
"You're right." He looked slightly surprised, then triumphant, and nodded.
"Yeah. I know."
"Now get ready." I said.
"For what?" I grabbed my gun off the table, tossing the one with the safety on to him. I checked to see how many shots I had left. Three. It'd do. I grinned at him.
"We're gonna go get Ryan. But first, we need to go shopping."
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"Shopping", though horrific, was perfectly legal. The guns were just taken along so no maid or anything came along and found them. Yeah. Legal, alright, though some of the things in the store should have had built in censors. And do you know what? I hate dresses. I hate them. But it could get me the key card, which would get me Ryan back safe, right? I looked myself over in the mirror. A pair of fake glasses rested on my nose, and a fake ID card hung around my neck, courtesy of Neil. It stopped right before the dress, which was black and slinky, with small straps. It hugged what curves I had, stopping about three inches above my knees. Nude panty hose and knee high boots (which were comfortable and good for running, I noted happily) completed the outfit. My hair was down, curled slightly, while my eyes had color contacts in them to make them green. I had applied a thin layer of peach eye shadow and black mascara to them. Finishing it off was colorless, shiny lip gloss on my lips. As I started out the door towards the small "living room", I wished I would never have to wear this outfit again.
Neil, apparently, had a totally different idea.
"Wow." was the first thing out of his mouth.
"Do you think they'll know it's me?" I questioned, ignoring him.
"Not unless they take fingerprints." He was ogling, but I couldn't deal with it right now.
"Then let's go."
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I had thought about how hard this was going to be many times. It actually was pretty easy. I had slipped past the first two guards easily, and now I was at the key card room. I grabbed the card that read .Unlimited Access. before turning and slipping it in one of my boots. A guard came up behind me.
"What do you think you're doing, miss?" He asked, glaring slightly.
"I… I think I'm lost." I said, pulling the innocent-and-lost act.
"Most obviously. Now, run along cutie." I had to restrain myself from punching the guy. He disappeared, and I headed towards Ryan's cell. He was in the opposite corner now, and I looked up as I approached. I touched a bar, sticking my hand through before motioning for him to come over. A second later I was pushed up against the bars, and the last thing I saw before I was knocked unconscious were Ryan's wide eyes.
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Chapter 3-
I have to say this, Neil's been really gentlemanly about this whole thing. He let me have the bed, and even braved the outside to go food shopping. When he came back with food (enough for two weeks if we ate it sparingly), I looked up at him, a box of cookies in my hand.
"Won't people get suspicious if we don't come out of the room for a week?" I questioned, quirking a brow. His ears, face, and neck turned pink, and I had a feeling that it spread all over his body. Note to self: Embarrass Neil when he's naked. I snapped myself out of it. "…What?"
"I, er, told the guy not to bother us when I checked in." He stated.
"Oh…" …why did I get the feeling that wasn't it? "And that's the reason you're red?"
"Er… part of it?" I placed the cookies down on the counter.
"What did you do?" I asked. He gave me a sort of 'Please, Jane, don't hurt me' smile.
"I… I told him we were on our honey moon." I let that sink in for a second before my eyes narrowed.
"I'll deal with it later." I told myself aloud, unpacking another bag.
"C'mon, Jane, it was the only way I could think of that would be sensible! 'Don't bug us because our old Captain and his wife are crazy and after us' just doesn't sound normal to these people." He was pressed against my side, whether he knew it our not, and that along with his explanation made me nod.
"You're right." He looked slightly surprised, then triumphant, and nodded.
"Yeah. I know."
"Now get ready." I said.
"For what?" I grabbed my gun off the table, tossing the one with the safety on to him. I checked to see how many shots I had left. Three. It'd do. I grinned at him.
"We're gonna go get Ryan. But first, we need to go shopping."
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"Shopping", though horrific, was perfectly legal. The guns were just taken along so no maid or anything came along and found them. Yeah. Legal, alright, though some of the things in the store should have had built in censors. And do you know what? I hate dresses. I hate them. But it could get me the key card, which would get me Ryan back safe, right? I looked myself over in the mirror. A pair of fake glasses rested on my nose, and a fake ID card hung around my neck, courtesy of Neil. It stopped right before the dress, which was black and slinky, with small straps. It hugged what curves I had, stopping about three inches above my knees. Nude panty hose and knee high boots (which were comfortable and good for running, I noted happily) completed the outfit. My hair was down, curled slightly, while my eyes had color contacts in them to make them green. I had applied a thin layer of peach eye shadow and black mascara to them. Finishing it off was colorless, shiny lip gloss on my lips. As I started out the door towards the small "living room", I wished I would never have to wear this outfit again.
Neil, apparently, had a totally different idea.
"Wow." was the first thing out of his mouth.
"Do you think they'll know it's me?" I questioned, ignoring him.
"Not unless they take fingerprints." He was ogling, but I couldn't deal with it right now.
"Then let's go."
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I had thought about how hard this was going to be many times. It actually was pretty easy. I had slipped past the first two guards easily, and now I was at the key card room. I grabbed the card that read .Unlimited Access. before turning and slipping it in one of my boots. A guard came up behind me.
"What do you think you're doing, miss?" He asked, glaring slightly.
"I… I think I'm lost." I said, pulling the innocent-and-lost act.
"Most obviously. Now, run along cutie." I had to restrain myself from punching the guy. He disappeared, and I headed towards Ryan's cell. He was in the opposite corner now, and I looked up as I approached. I touched a bar, sticking my hand through before motioning for him to come over. A second later I was pushed up against the bars, and the last thing I saw before I was knocked unconscious were Ryan's wide eyes.
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