After returning CJ to the cafeteria, Briggs grabbed a quick shower and a few hours of sleep before seeking out Henry and Cowboy. "Poker game in my quarters, 1700 hours," was all she said to them before continuing on her way to the communications center where Steele had managed to get herself assigned, and telling her the same thing. It was a code they had all agreed upon during their first week on Gull Island, which, once said, put their escape planning into action. The message was passed on to the remaining co-conspirators in their group, telling them all that the time had come to put together the information they had each individually acquired.

Sergeant Randall overheard Steele, who'd gone ostensibly in search of coffee after her visit from Briggs, informing Marshall about the supposed poker game. "My my my Steele, aren't you going to invite all of your teammates to Briggs' little game," she all but sneered. She was still pissed off that Briggs hadn't told her sooner about this place. And even more so because by being excluded like this it proved she wasn't truly a part of their team. In her mind, since she held more rank than the woman in front of her, she should have been included in everything from the beginning, afterall, it was Briggs herself who had said that she was unofficially a replacement for someone who had been killed.

Steele looked at her coolly for about a half-second before replying, "Oooh, sorry Randall,
we have a two bitch limit for our card game. Me and the Sarge have already got that covered so you'll have to find someone else to annoy tonight." Smiling, she walked away without waiting for Randall to respond.

Randall eyed the other woman's retreating back, then turned to Marshall. Smiling up at the tall, dark haired soldier she practically purred, "Wouldn't you like me to come and uh,
play with you tonight? Maybe let me in on all your little secrets, well, what I don't already know that is." She hoped he wouldn't call her bluff on that and continued, "I could help you you know, I mean, I helped Steele and the others escape from Ft. Pastor now didn't I."

Marshall narrowed his eyes at her, not believing for a moment that she knew anything about their plans. According to what he had learned after they had arrived, Randall had been brought along solely because she had had enough foresight to make it to the helipads before Pastor had fallen. He decided to play dumb, kinda like Cowboy with his good ole' boy southern drawls routine, and find out exactly what she thought she knew. "If you know my secrets then why the hell would you want to play cards with me?"

It worked, Randall was taken off guard with that comment, expecting something else entirely. "What are you talking about?"

"You said you knew my secrets. That means you know I cheat when I play poker, right?
That I like to deal from the bottom? I'm surprised you'd want to still join us knowing that. Or are you hoping I'll cut you in for something if you don't tell anyone? We don't play for money you know."

"Oh, no, I meant about you and the others, what you're all doing, the secret plans," she tried again.

"Unless you're talking about Cowboy trying to get into Briggs' pants, I'm afraid I don't know what you're getting at. And as for the rest of us guys, well we're kinda partial to the idea that Briggs might be batting for our team. Not sure what Steele thinks about it yet though, I mean, since she'd be the one that Briggs is after and all."

Randall stared at him. "What the hell are you talking about Marshall?"

"I thought you said you knew all about it?" He feigned surprise at the idea she may have been lying, while hoping he would be able to keep a straight face until he could make his escape.

"I do.." Randall started to stammer.

"Then you know all about Cowboy wanting to get Briggs in the sack and the rest of us thinking she's a lesbian. 'Course watching a little girl on girl action might be wishful thinking on our parts though, gotta have something to look forward to sitting around here baby-sitting a bunch of civilians all day. Now then, if you'll excuse me I need to get back to my post." He walked off, just barely making it outside the door before he broke into laughter.

Randall stood there in silence for a moment wondering. Walking towards a table, coffee mug in hand she shook her head mentally. It couldn't be something that simple, not with that bunch. Secrets were their trade. And after the way they'd excluded her from their little group wouldn't it be fun to outsmart them all. She thought about everything Marshall had just said, and everything else that had happened in the last few weeks, getting more and more angry in the process.

She sat there for a while longer, sipping her coffee and making plans to bring Briggs and her group down.