[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
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[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] En route to Conference Room -> Cargo Bay[/center][hr]

Carla noticed the pilot slipping behind her and continued walking. She let the footsteps of leather soles on hard floors echo out into the distance widening between the two. She turned at the sound of his voice and measured the man. She examined his annoyance, reviewed the defenses he set up, and tuned out of his explanation mid-speech. Instead she focused on his eyes and mouth. On the way his lithe form shifted in place.

[color=17A589][i]He's performing.[/i][/color] Whether it was for his own benefit or hers she couldn't reason yet. [color=17A589][i]Pilot's been hiding a backbone. He's decided I either can't or won't act.[/i][/color] She blinked. The pilot was talking about a Food Chain. [color=17A589][i]Does he mean a chain of command?[/i][/color] Carla paused to wonder at the authenticity of his mannerisms while the image of military superiors devouring each other was contemplated. They almost seem like what a civilian might think military men act like. 

Carla learned a long time ago people decide and believe what they are inclined to fairly early on. You fly spaceships and come up with the reasons after. You murder people for a living and sort out the why later.  As Harper walked away, Carla made no attempt to stop him. She already decided. [color=17A589][i]Guilty.[/i][/color] The why and the circumstances would come later.

She waited as he left her for the mid level. Carla then made her way down to the Cargo Bay. [color=17A589][i]Harper might be the cover to distract and deter.[/i][/color] She reminded herself of the useful nature of distractions as she contemplated Foy's presence on the ship. Carla began with a cursory view of the cargo bay's various stowed containers. She remembered the last time she sneaked onto a ship in a crate. [color=17A589][i]Not nearly enough reading material.[/i][/color] Afterwards, she pulled up the ship's cargo manifest on the nearest bulkhead terminal and began to sort through the various lists. Carla became visibly annoyed at the information slamming her eyes and sorted it by the time it was loaded. She then used the terminal to pull up the log detailing the transfer of all personnel deemed non-essential. She double checked the time-frame and then verified all the last minute supplies that were checked on board the Retribution. [color=17A589][i]It's a start.[/i][/color]