Forge the Release Form

It takes both Samantha's typing skills and Rhiain's knowledge of subterfuge to sort through the files on the computer. In a folder labeled "Transfer Orders" she finds what she was looking for and it didn't take long to modify an old Release Form 2215-E to make it look like an order for the Jane Doe. Samantha wasn't sure how the transfer orders came in but she left the document open on the screen and moved back to the far side of the counter.

She waited wondering if she had made the right decision. In a little less than a minute she heard the measured pace of the clerk's footsteps approaching the back door. The clerk walks through with a small grey container and sets it on the counter.

"Here you go Luv." The clerk says as she places the carton onto the counter.

"Oh and here's the transfer form." The clerk waves at her screen before nodding to Samantha with the hint of a smile. "Go on and get this back your boss before he blames me for delaying you."

Samantha didn't hesitate for a second. Grabbing the box she heads for the door hoping to be well away before her little ploy is detected.

"Hey!" She hears the clerk's sharp voice cut through the room but before she even had to decide whether to run or disable the matron she hears "Be sure to bring back that container." Samantha waves in understanding before disappearing into the empty halls of the basement. In less than a couple minutes she finds a loading dock that was left open and slips into the darkness of the night.

The night air has an acrid scent, and far overhead she sees majestic buildings rising above. High above her a train moves between the towers of light and glass and even higher than the elevated train several floating vehicles glide noiselessly through the dark sky. Down on the street level it is easier to forget that she is living in a sci-fi universe, a truck rumbles by loaded with shipping crates and several discarded foam cups are tossed about in the draft of the huge wheels.

"Keep your head down Samantha." She mutters to herself "Head down, feet moving and don't think. Just don't think - not yet." Samantha walks up the alley away from the hospital for about five minutes turning randomly looking for a place where she can sit and think.

Samantha finds an unoccupied bench and set down to investigate the contents of the grey box.

Samantha's vest, shirt and pants were all folded neatly on top of her boots. Her belt and bracers where stuffed into the boots along with the stiletto she 'borrowed' from the Higgins collection. A clear plastic bag that held her sewing kit, flashlight, lighter, phone and keys sat in the bottom of the bin next to the pouch with her Sacajawea dollars.

"What happened to my underwear?" Samantha exclaims in anoyance as she realizes that neither her thong nor the now ridiculously undersized bra were in the box. A careful check of the rest of her possesions reveals that one of the fifteen dollar coins is missing as well.

Leaving her clothing in the grey box for now, Samantha pulls on her boots and fills her pockets with the contents of the clear baggy. As she feels the weight of the heavy coins in her hand she wonders if she could find a coin collector that might be interested in purchasing them.

She looks around the nearly empty streets and wonders if perhaps Rhiain knows a likely dealer.