Pancake plants a bomb

Who: Justin Pancake + Kara McGellan
Where: Parrotts bar
When: The morning after my last post, before the staff meeting
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Davie punched him across the cheek, knocking him to the floor. "What the smeg was that for?!" asked just quickly as he used a barstool as leverage to pull himself up. "That," said Davie, "is for betraying us to the JMC! And this," said Davie, kneeing him in his groin, which was still sore from when Rosette and Amber had given him a beating underneath Seymour's apartment, "was for pointing a Bazookoid at me when you gassed the Flight Deck!" Davie lifted him up and sat him back on his stool.
"Now," he began, looking Justin right in the eyes so that his point would sink in, "go against us again, and I'll cut you prick off you diseased rhinoceros pizzle!"
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Justin pressed the ice against his cheek to reduce the swelling. "Bloody smeghead." He murmered to himself, and moved seats to make sure Davie couldn't see him from where he was sat. "I was only following orders. " He was still muttering to himself when Kara McGellan sat down, looking radiant in casual shirt and jeans, with her holographic cleavage peeking out between buttons. Even this didn't distract Justin.
"Since when did turning on your employer become something I was expected to do?" He said.
Kara stroked his hand and it made him look up, and smile. "You ditched the JMC uniform then?" He asked.
"I daren't wear it. Security have been arresting anyone for showing any kind of allegiance to the JMC." She paused. "It's a shame my entire body belongs to the JMC, but luckily I can change the desktop background."
Justin raised an eyebrow as he stared at her. "And what a desktop background it is!"
"I keep our employer's logo close to my heart though" she said, showing him a necklace with the familiar JMC mountains, and poked it back down through her shirt where it rested between her bosoms.
"So what did you want to meet me here for? You don't even eat breakfast!" Justin asked, finally putting the ice pack down when a plate of hash browns and fried eggs arrived.
"I have a job for you." Said Kara. It sounded sinister, even in her sweet Scottish accent.
She leaned over and placed a grey object with the diameter of a coffee mug on Justin's forehead, where it stuck firmly.
"What the smeg is this?" Justin said, touching the device but leaving it attached.
"It's a bomb."
"WHAT?!" Justin ripped it off his skin and threw it under the table. "Are you serious?! Why are you giving me a bomb?"
"Hey, don't worry. It won't go off until a very specific time. I want you to place this underneath Captain Amber's chair in the Drive Room."
"What? No way!" Justin said. "That's where I work."
"Justin, we are the resistance now. We have to fight back. Amber has illegally stolen this ship from the JMC..."
"Yeah, I was thinking about that..." Justin said. "It's not actually so bad..."
Kara slammed the table in front of them with her palms. "Justin! Don't lose sight of what's right. The JMC are our true employer, I'm not going to let rebels take control of this ship!"
"Err... but they've already won. It's over." Justin said with a shrug. "And there's rumours I'm going to be promoted..."
"Amber doesn't have any authority to promote you! And of course it's not over! I sent a coded message to the JMC last night and told them our position. They're sending a warship right now, we have to kill Amber so that Captain Castillo can take control again."
Justin squirmed in his chair. "Her again?"
Kara nodded. "Yes. What do you think she'd say when you tell her you prefer to work with the rebels. She's probably kill you, or cut off your hands... or worse."
Justin had a flashback to cutting the bollocks off the Govines, and crossed his legs.
"Okay, I'll do it."
He took the bomb and headed to the Drive room to start his shift.
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Who: Justin
Where: Drive Room and Captain's office
Justin strolled into the Drive room, whistling to himself, looking only slightly suspicious. He looked around, and saw that nobody was there. Everyone must have already gone into the staff meeting that Amber had called.
He peered his head through the Captain's office and saw that Amber wasn't there. He knelt down and attached the bomb to the bottom of her chair. He knew that when she next sat down... kaboom! He planned to make an excuse to be nowhere near at the time.
His heart was already pounding as he walked out of the room. He didn't want to kill Amber, but he was so confused. He didn't know what was right and what was wrong. He was only following instructions.
He walked into the staff meeting room and sat down. He tried to concentrate on what Amber and Rosette were saying, but all he could think about was the bomb. He looked up only when Amber said his name.
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"It might not seem like it, but we believe in you. Through all this time, you've followed your orders from the JMC without question, and now we've given you this responsibility, we have every reason to believe you'll do the same here." Rosette added. She even offered him a smile, regardless of everything he'd done. She hoped beyond all reason that his infatuation with the Hymenoptera, and thus, the JMC was gone. Maybe the fact that he lusted after power, power that he now had, would be enough to keep him on side. The JMC had never promoted him after all.
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Justin started to shake. He looked down at his palms which were streaming with sweat. He felt guilty. Amber believed in him. She actually said those words. She believed in him enough to give him a promotion.
He couldn't even believe he was mixed up in a plot to assassinate her, and wasn't even sure how it had happened. It had happened so fast, and he blamed himself for being distracted by Kara's boobs.
After the meeting he rushed out, and went immediately to the toilet. As he splashed cold water on his face he looked himself in the mirror. It was clear what he was going to do.
He had to remove the bomb before Amber sat down.
He felt his heartbeat loudly in his ears as he rushed out of the bathroom and back towards the Drive Room. Amber was just coming out of the meeting room, chatting with Rosette. She was heading towards the office. He had to stop her.
He dashed towards the Captain's office, but someone stood in his way.
It was a security guard.
"Come with us Mr Pancake." The guard grabbed him by the shoulders whilst another cuffed him behind his back.
"Wha- what's going on?" He yelled.
"You're under arrest for suspicion of putting a horses head in Cassandra Jones' bed."
"What? I thought that case was closed? Davie did it!"
"He says it could have been a hologram, we're just exploring every eventuality. Just come with us down to the station. We won't take long. Sorry for the handcuffs but you understand."
"No... but... no... I need to see the Captain."
"Plenty of time for that later. Come with us." They started dragging him away from the Captain's office, just as Amber went in. Before Justin could shout a warning he was pulled out of the Drive Room and into an express-lift.
<Tag Amber, there's a hidden bomb under your seat, what will you do?>