Journey to Centauri :
Episode 22, part 2
In the Greenhouse, Deirdre heard the two-beat warning siren and the hiss
of the metal hatchway as it began to close.
"They are sealing the hatch!" she shouted, dropping a set of
pneumatic clipping shears to the ground and rising to her feet. "Move inside
everyone, quickly!" A flurry of movement, and then the great metal door slammed shut
with a sound like thunder.
Deirdre rushed out to find a group of people standing in a stunned
semicircle around the entrance hatch. Sylvia caught her eyes first, her slender body a
study in frozen shock.
"Sylvia, are you OK? They must have sealed it from
command
"
"Indeed," said an unfamiliar voice, cold and elegant with a
Spanish accent beneath. "And I hope you have the code to unseal it, Officer."
There, in front of the great door, stood a woman in the red jumpsuit of
a security officer, but with one shoulder deliberately torn off to reveal the flesh
underneath. She was compact but held herself with a regal bearing; her hair was jet black,
pulled behind her in a tight braid, adding to the severe lines of a face both flawless and
empty of compassion. Black eyes flared at Deirdre; a shredder pistol was leveled in her
direction. Next to the woman stood a short man with a shaved head, the same jumpsuit with
the ripped shoulder, the same kind of pistol, the same look of anger blended with
impassiveness.
There were two of them, no more. As they approached, Deirdre could see
that their ripped uniforms revealed a tattoo, newly administered from the look of it; an
arrow in a hexagon, pointing downwards, burned in by a laser drill, perhaps.
"I am Colonel Santiago," said the woman, and then she smiled.
"I hope you know how to open that door."
Deirdre held her ground, watched wide-eyed as the woman moved forward
like a mongoose moving on a snake. Deirdre tried the read the woman's face; she moved
cautiously but without fear, with no action unconsidered. Deirdre lifted her hand smoothly
to punch in a link to her Captain.
"Captain, it is Officer Skye. I have two of the insurgents,"
she saw Santiago tense at the word, "inside the Greenhouse. One is Santiago. Please
advise."
Santiago watched her, and then smiled.
Personal Log
R Junack, Ship Security
We have become separated from
Santiago, but we do not fear for her safety, as I am sure she does not fear for ours.
Our chain of command is firm. Were
any of us to die, another is set to take their place, all the way down to the last member.
That is what she taught us.
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