Watus
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Quinn drumms his fingers on the table and looks up at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused. "So the question is: where is the captain?"
"She wanted us to know what...."
His eyes widen. "Hold on. You don't think... Why the hell else would she leave the communicator behind? She doesn't want to be tracked!"
He slams his open palm onto the table, causing his drink to jump. "Why did she pass this information to us? Is it because she couldn't think of another way for it get out, or... is she about to do something crazy?"
"Do any of you know where the ship's boats are on this thing? I think the captain may be about to mount a one-man rescue mission."
"She wanted us to know what...."
His eyes widen. "Hold on. You don't think... Why the hell else would she leave the communicator behind? She doesn't want to be tracked!"
He slams his open palm onto the table, causing his drink to jump. "Why did she pass this information to us? Is it because she couldn't think of another way for it get out, or... is she about to do something crazy?"
"Do any of you know where the ship's boats are on this thing? I think the captain may be about to mount a one-man rescue mission."
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