Alex was busily going through the array of unsorted paper work on Blain's... no... his desk. It was relatively organized so it wasn't too hard to sort. He came across a copy of the agreement with the Outcasts for the Krakens.
"Better give that to Bonnie." And just like that Alex was off on his grey rolling chair taking off down the hallway and coming to a stop just outside Bonnie and Clyde's shared quarters. He pressed the button for the PA.
"If you guys are heading out you should probably go pick up your Krakens. I'll be leaving a copy of the agreement with the Outcasts out here so you'll have it." He quickly taped the piece of paper to the door and then a second thought dawned on him.
"And Clyde, don't hit on Emma when and if you see her because she'll punch you. Hard. In sensitive areas. You've been warned... and don't be late to the group leader's meeting."
Alex didn't wait for a response instead pushing back to Blain's, er, his office.
[font=Times New Roman]Bonnie made her way down the halls of the prison liner, past hundreds of unused cells. As usual, her mind had wandered, taking her with it, cardimine and alcohol had that affect , especially on her. She was still heading towards the flight deck, this was a quieter route, away from people and their questions and conversations. She realized she hadn't organised to get the paperwork off anyone yet, cursing under her breath she turned to go back to the room.
She stopped suddenly as she thought she smelt a waft of tobacco smoke, while thinking how odd it was, as this wing was hardly ever used - if at all now days, she slowly took the last few mouthfuls of her drink before calling out, [color=#FF99FF]"Oi, Whose down here??!!" Bonnie lit another cigarette, shaking her head while waiting for the unlikey event of actually getting a response.
"Chances are some fool has been smoking in the main ventilation room again.. Second hand smoke in the air vents.. Got to be good for you"she muttered, it would not be the first time it had happened. She shrugged and started back down the hall in the general direction of Clyde and her own room. More alert now then she was before.
Emma had been almost asleep with the last remains of her cigarette dangling from her mouth. At Bonnie's shout she jumped briefly in shock and the cigarette dropped to the floor. Cursing quietly to herself she stood up and went to the cell door.
"I'm down here!" She shouted back. "You got a problem with it?"
Bonnie muttered something about visitors on the ship, before turning around and heading to where she thought the noise had come from.
[color=#FF99FF]"Yeh, Maybe I do have a problem with it"Bonnie shook her head and sighed, she really didn't want to get into a fight, or confrontation at the moment, but often she just couldn't help it, the cardimine buzz also had that affect on her when adrenalin became a factor.
"What are you doing down here and who the... Who bought you here?"She found the cell Emma was in, and crossed her arms, and muttered, "If it was Clyde, I swear I'll shoot him.."
Finally dressed, Clyde gathers his flight gear. Snorts one last line of cardi, and then follows Bonnies path to the flight deck.
As he heads down the main internal cell corridor he hears an all too familiar tone from Bonnie;
"If it was Clyde, I swear I'll shoot him.."
"What am I being blamed for now?"Clyde blurts out as he approaches Bonnie and the cell that someone was in.
He takes a peek through the cuff-slot and spots a down and out, but a rather attractive young woman.
"Well! What have we here?"Clyde turns to Bonnie,
"I wish ya could blame me for her capture. However I ain't responsible for this. But we'll look after her, right luv'?" Clyde mentions with a smile and a wink, aimed at Bonnie.
With that comment, Bonnie punches Clyde in the arm and walks off muttering something with a half smirk on her face
"What am I being blamed for now?" Bonnie turned and looked at Clyde, pointing in the cell where Emma was."This." She tried hard not to giggle at Clyde's last comment, but failed somewhat, she sighed, punching him in the arm and turning back towards the room to find the paperwork. "Yeah, I guess so"She muttered. A thought crossed her mind, "Clyde. We got any more cardi in the room?" Bonnie was hoping they did, although it was not hard to find more, she just really didn't want to.
Clyde told Bonnie as she walked away, and rubbing his arm where the boney knuckles hit him in a soft spot. As she trails off he hears a feeble threat coming from the lowly woman in the cell
"Yer gotta be joking. You?! Punch me? Ha! I am getting excited!"
Clyde peeks through the cuff-slot again, eyeing up this new "Emma" for all she is worth. He grins to himself, thinking of how he can get this woman in bed with him and Bonnie.
Rufus' voice rings across the ship's PA systems. "Everyone who's leading a group for the hijacking, get to the bridge in an hour. I have the assault plans written up."