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Petra

“I guess I thought they would believe me when I told them I was innocent. Instead I was sent here. I guess I thought that he would believe me when I told the truth, but he didn’t. I guess I thought you would understand how it feels knowing that you’re going to get killed no matter what you do, maybe you aren’t in the same position but still.”

"I say--," Petra paused her speech as she pulled up against the bar. "There all doing... this for the... press. Society wants someone... to pay."

“Do I regret telling the truth instead of confessing? Yeah. I never wanted Vega to get dragged into this mess, I never thought it would get to this.”

"Always prepare... for the... worse."

“Why don’t you just kill me then if you think I should drop dead?”

Release her gasp of the bar yet again Petra spoke without stopping, "Putting you out of your misery is more like it. Though, sure, call it a killing. You say you are innocent, yes? If there is one thing you remember about me its this- I never kill an innocent. Listen, you may hate me, but I'm no threat here."

A whistle was blow- it was time to hit the showers. Still concerned about Mei, Petra turned to her instructing, "The showers can
be shady for fresh meats, try to get a shower near mine. Can't say you'll have a hard time, you know what these people see you as. Word has already spread, just look around. But there might be those who will questioned you. Try to ignore them even if
they start touching you, you don't want a knife in the throat, yes? Well hopefully..."

The mass of prisoners where herded like cattle to their next destination- the shower rooms. The room was large however extremely crowded with the amount of inmates drenched into the space no longer empty. Whoever designed the prison lined the showers exceedingly close together. No half walls were present to separate the showers from each others, most of the time elbows and shoulders would constantly bump. Often people took less than five minutes to wash, before people waiting in line become outrageous. Unfortunately, Mei did not receive a shower next to Petra, in fact Petra was father down the back of the room where Mei was in the front, thus they were great distance apart.

The shower heads were clouded with mold, nobody really cleaned the showers rooms, it was the only place on the ship not well kept, probably because it was no where near pleasant or decent of a chore. Think it, hundreds of women showering throughout the day bringing in different types of germs and bacteria, some common and other exotic. And this was one of the other hundred shower rooms in Morus. The water was bipolar, for twenty second it could be icy cold and then all of a sudden boiling hot. For now the temperature remained scorching, but the others like ignore it though the steam rose from the liquid, like their minds numbed the burning.

To Mei's right was another female prisoner, not Petra, Lora Issac, but the other convicts nicknamed her Bull, for her large brawny stature, monstrous manly fist, and her temper. To Mei's left it was Rena Edwards, as known as TNT, the girl was slender but the toning of her muscle glistened with the water.

Bull seemed intimidating as she eyed Mei up and down, surveying her body for skill, the girl looked feeble physically, as if she could be stomped in smithereens with the pinkie toe. But what stuck out the most about Mei was the fresh purple bruise from the earlier interrogation, from Butch.

"Why are you here? Fresh meats have to wait in the back of the line for the first week" barked Bull as her elbow jabbed into Mei but not on purpose, just because the shower heads were positioned closed together. Petra must of forgotten to inform Mei of the rules, probably was too consider with Mei's crime.

"Yeah...," responded TNT as the two women turned to Mei side by side.
"Probably think just because you assassinated Court you have special benefits."

Butch

After checking up with Greg Butch retired to the lounge, it was almost like a club, loud music, dance floor, drinks. Butch rested on a stool elbowed leaned against the bar counter. Butch hardly drank but instead smoked often. He puff a net of vapor into the atmosphere on the room. He sat next to his buddy Duke Randall, he practically looked like 50's American greaser, head slicked upward with gel, shades which he now set on the counter away from his face, and a leather jack over his uniform top. Everybody wondered why Duke had not been kicked off of Morus, he rarely moved himself from the cushion of a bar stool and his fingers from the curve a alcoholic bottle. He was flirt delighted in drinks, but Butch and him goes back, the two actually meant in the same academy they trained in. When Dominique broke up with Butch, Duke was there to cheer Butch up with sexist jokes about women. And most of the time Duke belittled woman, and enforced his thoughts on Butch, the reason why Butch may has similar beliefs. Duke was a good cop, but he became lazy after two years working on Morus 01, and then he was transferred to the 02 model. Butch finished explaining to Duke what had happened downstairs, and Duke had already held idea with the rumors he heard.

"Nah... Man, you did it all wrong. What were you thinking by getting her rattled. If you wanted some entertainment be patient, a time will come of that," said Duke. "Women like a Prince Charming, Superman. Its all about looks and communication. Don't discourage her, but don't repeatedly flatter her or she'll think its an act, give her space, and take it slow. But hey, don't forget a smile, look happy, but not creepy. And you said that you got in a little argument with her right? Apologize, what doesn't kill you makes it stronger, right? Besides, women like it when men say their sorry, because most don't, for most aren't. But it makes them feel better, and soon enough it'll make you feel better."

He kept his voice down just in case for Butch, that Dominique walked in. Duke was good at getting women, he was charming, but now, he is seen as a low drunk.

"Ahhh... I don't know if I could do that," Butch confessed.
"I don't think that's who I am."

"Doesn't matter, anyways why are you asking me. Your usually good at this type of thing."

"Because she's not like Vanessa, she's smart... and special."

"Aww... Getting all soft, Butch?"

"Hey, if you let this go out with the other male guards, I'll kill you, don't think I'm kidding."

"Don't worry, your secret is say with me, brother."

Butch was planning to stay in the lounge all night, waiting for Dominique to arrive.