[littl3chocobo]

he tucked his long russet locks under the helmet, he was glad for the anonymity the suits allowed him. he left the changing room and joined the others in the storage dock. he said nothing and simply followed the others in unloading the boxes and crates. it took hours and by the end he was hot and tired but he knew better than to complain or stop, suspicious people got questioned and he did not want to die so early in the game. just before they were finished he pulled a crewman to the side 'i don't feel so good, tell boss i need to go lay down' he was sure his voice was not a good match but as he was playing the sick as long as he got the muddy accent right it did not matter. the man accepted his plea and he made as if to go to the docks. instead he popped a box lid and slid inside. a few minutes later he felt his box being lifted and carried to the station landing. with a thump he was dropped and left, hiding for several more minutes he waited for the sounds of the ship leaving before popping his box and escaping, he left the suit hidden in a corner where it was sure not to be noticed and passed into the first tower and headed for the communications room.



ten minutes past the 11th hour the signal from tower one went out for six minutes, emergency communications were broadcasted and a return signal was sent /all is well/ /failed cable/ /back up in 36 hours/ /no help needed/