Overpower the clerk

Samantha dismissed any thought of continuing her bluff or forging the release form. No, as bad as she felt for the elderly clerk, Samantha knew that the woman would get into worse trouble if she tricked her in some way. Far better for her to be overpowered than to be fooled into releasing her gear through lack of attention. This would be espescially true in this particular case where the head of security had been embarrassed, every single action in Samantha's escape would be scrutinized even more intensly.

Samantha slipped throught the grey door in the back of the room silently and saw the clerk shuffling down one of the several aisles counting the lockers as she walked. Samantha moved out of sight and listened for the sound of a locker being opened. As she waited she scanned the ceilings and walls for any sign of security cameras. She didn't see any, but she (well really Rhiaine) knew that some cameras were placed as deterants, but in other places they are hidden so no one, not even the employees working there knew where the cameras were located.

In this case it didn't really matter anyway, Samantha knew that there would be no question about who it was that overpowered the clerk and retreived her possessions. She did wonder what the security forces would make of her, as far as she knew there could be no record of her in this future world. Enless this Rhiaine had a history or record that could be traced. Her musings were interupted by the distinctive sound of the clerk's returning gait.

Overpowering the elderly woman was easy, the hardest part was seeing the betrayed look on the clerk's face as she realized that she had been duped.

Samantha left the clerk in the darkest corner of the storage room sitting as comfortably as possible with her arms and legs tied and a gag in her mouth, and moved to the door before examining the contents of the 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 rediculessly 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. Samantha wasn't sure which stolen items bothered her more.

The coin surely must be the more valuable, but to think that someone had the her thong was creepy.

All the same Samantha was in far better spirits as she slipped out one of the loading dock doors into the alien city. She walked aimlessly for five or ten minutes getting far enough away from the hospital to make her capture at least a little bit difficult, but not so far that she lost her bearings. The idea that she could end up in in Mr. Abrams clutches again terrified her more than she could describe.

The night-time city was amazing, buildings rose to impossible hieghts and she could see the lights of floating vehicles travelling in traffic lanes inbetween the tall buildings far overhead. The muffled hum of a vibrant city even in this early morning hour was broken occasionally by the heavy rumble of wheel based trucks that passed her on the broad streets.

It would be dawn soon, and Samantha knew she needed to decide on her next plan of action. She wondered if Rhiain knew of an antiques dealer who would buy some of her coins?