A/N: Okay folks, so this was originally written as one long chapter, but I like having lots of chapters, and I don't like tiring out my readers with mega-chaps. So, here is Part 2 of Chapter 1, so to speak. Hope you enjoy, and don't worry, Fiona's identity will be revealed soon.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Wanna steal Harper, but don't think the Powers That Be would appreciate that. Besides, I can't afford any bad karma at this point.

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Chapter 2: The Grand Scheme

Fiona thought for a moment, looking around her shop. Her eyes fell on Quator's tracking device, and she looked up, an evil gleam in her eyes.

"First," she said, "we send Quator on a wild goose chase." She opened the back of the black box and connected a few wires, causing the box to light up. A corresponding tracking device that had been implanted on Tyr's arm also started flashing. Tyr looked down at it, then at Fiona expectantly. The girl grabbed a pair of pliers and turned him slightly.

"This'll hurt," she warned. Tyr tensed under her hands as she attached the pliers to the implant and pulled. The device stubbornly clung to the Nietzschean's arm. Fiona braced herself against her workbench, planted her foot on Tyr's leg, and pulled harder. Tyr grimaced against the pain, forcing it down inside him. Finally, the device slid free, leaving a small, deep, circular wound in Tyr's arm where it had been imbedded in his flesh. Tyr let out a hiss and Fiona sighed. She straightened and placed the device on the table before grabbing an odd square tube and placing it on Tyr's wound.

"What are you doing?" he asked as the small prism filled with blood.

"The tracker runs on your DNA," Fiona explained, capping the tube and inserting the tracker's wires into small holes in the cap. "This way, the tracker won't go dead. Otherwise, they'll know that you left the premises, and that you've most likely gotten help." She dug out a small gizmo that looked like a mechanical drill on wheels. Fiona nestled the tracking device into the small vehicle and set it on the table. Pulling out a flexi, she began to reprogram the vehicle.

"This is a digger," she said, answering Tyr's unspoken question. "I designed them for the mines, but it'll work just as well on smooth surfaces. I'm programming in a course that will run opposite of ours. Quator will be tracking the device on the digger, thinking he's tracking you. Brilliant, really." She tapped a few more slides on the flexi before the digger revved up. Setting the flexi aside, Fiona grabbed the digger and the tracker and turned to Tyr. He stood stoically with his arms crossed facing the petite girl who held his fate in her hands.

"I'll go deliver these to our good friend Quator. If you hear anyone coming, hide behind the crates over there. I shouldn't be long." She started to walk past him, heading towards the door, when Tyr grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"If you betray me," he said in a low, dangerous voice, "I'll make sure you die before I do."

Fiona looked at him as though he were mentally deficient. "Babe, I've been a slave on this hellhole since I was ten. Don't you think that if I have the slightest chance of leaving, I'm gonna jump on it?" She laughed and looked away for a moment. "Even we lowly humans have some survival instincts." With that, she turned and left the room, the door sliding closed behind her.

Tyr looked around the machine shop, keeping all of his senses tuned toward the door. Meanwhile, Fiona headed towards the central control room, where she figured Quator would be. She looked over her shoulder, feeling somewhat paranoid.

Fiona took a few deep breaths as she walked, trying to calm her jittery nerves. There were flaws in her plan; she was very much aware of that. If the digger was discovered before she and Tyr left the building, or if they had trouble taking off, or if the Nietzschean simply decided to kill her…Fiona tried to stop the roving train of thoughts in her head before they got too out of control. She had decided a long time ago that dying wasn't something that she was afraid of. She didn't really want to die, but if it came down to it…she was willing to risk death for the chance of freedom.