Cassandra: Working for the man

Who: Cassandra
Where: The Velvet Fist
When: About 15 minutes after Cass had her beating
Cass closed her eyes and sank further down into the revolving chair, idly twirling from side to side as she breathed a ragged sigh
She felt...
The best way she could think to describe how she felt was something akin to her body not quite belonging to her; her mental faculties seemed to be firing fine, but the finer points of control seemed a little distant and uneasy ...dislocated
Butler had probably got the dose wrong before he had disappeared off on some errand or other and left her locked in one of the dancers' dressing rooms here in the back of the Velvet Fist, but at least the drugs meant that it didn't hurt to breathe any more
Opening her eyes again, she looked sullenly at her reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall. The movement of the chair made her vision swim slightly as she dispassionately regarded her battered face; she was a mess: massive bruising down one side of her face, thick lip, one definite black eye, another one likely to develop over the next day or so, and two, perhaps three broken ribs
Ideally, she knew she should get herself to a medlab to make sure that she didn't have a fractured skull, pierced lung, internal bleeding or any one of other numerous potentially fatal conditions that could result from the kind of beating she had endured
Perhaps, she mused, she could break back into Keto's lab and use the facilities there once she was done with her work here – if, of course, she was still alive by then...
Cass sneered at this; there was little chance of Le Souteneur just letting her walk away when she was done. All he had wanted to do was hurt her before she had offered him the slave system, and she was under no illusion as to her expendability once the maniac had achieved whatever it was that he wanted from her
She stopped twirling in the chair.
Le Souteneur was going to have to die...
"- up Jones. Time for you to get to work"
Startled, Cass jerked awake, momentarily wondering where she was before the memories came crashing back, making her groan unhappily
"Drugs?" Butler rumbled, proffering a gas injector
Cass waved him aside and rose unsteadily to her feet; she wasn't as woozy as before, and in spite of the pain throbbing numbly in her ribs, she needed to be sharp for whatever Le Souteneur wanted her to do
"Cigarette" she muttered gesturing to Butler "and my handheld..."
Cass was shown back into the office where Le Souteneur had assaulted her a few minutes later. Her blood was still on the floor, and Lilith and Le Souteneur were still there, but there was no sign of the heavies
"Jones!" Le Souteneur cackled, opening his arms expansively "You look like, `ow do you say? Smeg!?"
Electing not to respond to this, Cass walked over towards the bank of security monitors, commandeering them from the handheld, and switching them over to display a variety of the `Dwarfs subsystems
"Security and communications are all mine" Cass started "Nothing works without my say so. What do you want to do?"
Le Souteneur strolled over to stand uncomfortably closely behind her, and rested his hands on Cass' hips
"Find me le Capitaine" he breathed in her ear
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The hangar bay doors ground open, Justin impatiently prodded the access control button a few times in a futile attempt to hurry them open. The doors parted slowly, but as soon as the gap between them was wide enough he squeezed through and stumbled into the hangar.
"Going somewhere Pancake?!" Justin looked up, Captain Chrysler stood there, a pistol held at arms length, aimed squarely at Pancake's head.
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Justin looked at Jay, and Jay stared back at Justin
"Uh... Look out behind you" Justin said, pointing vaguely at something behind the Captain
"If you think I'm falling for that old ruse..." Jay started
He was interrupted by the sound of several high calibre energy weapons powering up behind him
"Both of you, down on the floor!" a voice boomed "Now!"
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Jay and Justin
There are a number of heavily armed professional murderers with weapons trained on you both – are you feeling lucky?
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