I had to come up with a way to prove to Meat that I wasn't a spy. There had to be something I could do. Some way for me to prove to her than my aunt hadn't sent me here to spy on them, on her. I was pacing back and forth in her room, the odd little things catching my eye every now and again, a torn up picture from a… what's that word again… Magazine. Yeah that's the one. Colourful ribbons and bits of shiny material. My mind boggled thinking about where she found all this stuff.
Then it hit me, I could show her I wasn't a spy, or at least try to. I went over to my bag to get out my laptop. It wasn't there. Someone had been through my bag. I walked out to the main part of the station. They had been having a meeting, which I wasn't needed nor wanted at, which is why I had been in Meats room.
When I got into the main part of the station I saw the Bohemians standing around one of the things that passed for a seat, all looking at something. Scaramouche was crouched down; in front of whatever it is they were looking at. It didn't take long for me to realise they had my laptop.
"I thought you said you were smart…" I heard Meat say to her.
"I'm smarter than you are," Scaramouche replied, "but this girl has this thing locked up tighter than your belt."
"Excuse me?" Meat asked, getting a little angry, "and just what do you mean by that?"
"Well it's not like you've let Brit anywhere near you since…" Scaramouche started, "well you know."
"Girls, girls," Macca said, trying to calm the situation, "this isn't the time or place for that; we need to know what's on that laptop."
"I can't get into it." Scaramouche said.
"Well…" I said, "You could always just ask for the password."
They all turned and looked at me.
"Well this is going to get interesting." Brit said from his spot leaning against the wall.
"We want to know," Macca said, "why you're here."
He had his hands on his hips, and I had to try really hard not to laugh, he looked camper than Khashoggi at Christmas.
"Like I told Meat earlier, I don't know why I'm here…" I said, "I didn't feel like I could fit in with the Gaga girls, I didn't feel I could accept the world that my aunt is forcing everyone to live in…"
"So you admit you're Killer Queen's niece." Macca said.
I looked at Meat; she was looking at her boots.
"If you'd have asked me that, I would've told you…" I said, "and no she didn't send me here to spy on you, or lead the Police here, though they already know where you are, as you haven't moved bases since that last attack…"
"She talks more rubbish than you do." Scaramouche said, looking at Galileo.
"Hey," he said, "I talk rubbish because I'm a genius…"
"That's a matter of opinion…" Meat said.
"What are you saying about my boyfriend?" Scaramouche said.
"You heard me." Meat replied.
"Girls," Macca said, "let's get back to the matter at hand; you two can fight it out later."
"It won't be much of a fight," Meat said, "quick punch to the head and she'll be on her arse."
"Oh you think so…" Scaramouche said.
"I know so." Meat replied matter-of-factly.
"Move out of the way…" I said, walking through the group to get to the laptop.
They all moved and let me through. I crouched down and typed in my password.
"There," I said, looking at Scaramouche, "it's unlocked."
"Please continue…" she said.
"What were you guys looking for on here?" I asked.
"Something to tell us why you're here…" Meat said.
"I don't know why I'm here…" I replied, "but I'll show you what lead me here…"
In around 2 minutes I had hacked into the Globalsoft mainframe, and found the file on the Bohemians.
"There…" I said, "that's what lead me here. It's a file about you guys… Everything is in there, your last known base, which is here obviously… your last known movements, which haven't been updated in a while… your last known numbers and what they class as important members, or threats as they see it…"
"Am I on that list?" Cliff asked.
"Erm…" I said looking at him, "I don't think so…"
"The only thing you'd be a threat to is the drinks table at a party…" Meat said.
"I'll have you know…" Cliff started to say.
"Oh shut up." Meat said.
"Okay." He replied.
"So just who do they see as a threat?" Brit asked, "I mean obviously I'm on that list…"
"Actually…" Meat said leaning over the laptop and looking at the list, "you're actually down as being deceased."
"Deceased?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, "you know, like, dead."
"Oh…" he said.
"I'm sure it was probably just some mistake," I said, "obviously you're not dead…"
"They thought he was though," Meat said, "as we all did… when we remembered who he was…"
"Because I'm so easy to forget." Brit said.
"You try having your memories wiped and being sent to the Seven Seas," Meat said, "having to put up with that idiot barman… what was his name again?"
"Pop." Galileo and Scaramouche said together.
"I just don't understand how you could forget everything." He said.
"What was everything?" I asked.
"Here we go…" Macca said.
"We were together," Brit said, "totally in love…"
I looked at Meat and she rolled her eyes.
"Then I get shot, and everyone disappears for days on end," he continued, "they come back and she doesn't remember a thing."
"That's not strictly true…" Meat said.
Everyone looked at her.
"Yes, I didn't remember, but I started to…" she said, "but by the time I had started to remember how I felt, he'd moved on… and actually started to show me a side I hated, made me question why I'd ever loved him in the first place…"
"You can't expect a man to hang around waiting for a chick," he said, "I have needs…"
"Don't we know it…" Meat said.
Charlotte stood up, as if to front her out.
"Oh sit down," Meat said, "you're just the current one in a long list…"
"I'm different…" Charlotte said.
"You're right about that," Meat said, "you're more gullible than the rest…"
"You showed no interest at all." Brit said.
"If you ever loved me in the first place you would have waited for me to remember," she said, "but you didn't, you just moved on without giving me a second thought…"
"One thing nearly dying made me realise," he said, "life is too short to wait around."
"One thing you nearly dying made me realise," Meat said, "you're really not worth it…"
"Yet you haven't moved on." Brit said.
Meat walked over to him.
"Get one thing through that thick head of yours," she said, "I don't love you… I don't think I ever really did, I was young and foolish, and you were there to… satisfy my needs, lets say… I can barely stand to live in the same place as you, but I do, because this is my home…"
"It's my home too." He said.
"Then you'd better hope we get some new members to our little family, because you're going through the ones we have at an alarming rate…" she said.
With that he walked away from her.