[right][b]Cryogenics Bay[/b][/right]

Cryogenics was one of those rare areas on the ship that are defended by both Military and Ark Security personnel. That made it decidedly difficult to infiltrate, the cameras and drones had twice the personnel scanning them for anything out of place. The remote drones weren't the problem, they would ignore them. The issue would be the cameras, you couldn't alter a humans programming to ignore you. As such their more public members had leaked the information on the drug abuse aboard the ship the second they caught wind of an upcoming away mission. Everything had to be cheorographed perfectly, they could only loop the camera feed for a short period of time before Noah would detect something and alert security. While they could insert commands into the drones aboard ship it was above their programmers ability to interfere with the programming of a complex A.I. It didn't matter, they knew the cryotray they were going for. They'd be in and out before anyone knew what happened.

As the guard passed the hatch slipped of the service duct, three of them crawled out. The leader immediately lunged at a passing guard, stun stick in his hand he jabbed it into her neck. She fell down, he caught her and lowered her to the ground to prevent her body drop from creating a noise that anyone nearby might hear. A [url=http://no-turning-back.wikia.com/wiki/F-105_Hound_Drone]Hound Drone[/url] flew up, looked at them, a subroutine had the droid ignore them. It would replace the footage of the breach with a clip from earlier in the same hallway. It wouldn't pass up to extreme scrutiny, however the subroutine that did this would be harder to discover. At least quickly. Their only hope was that their member in droid maintenance wouldn't be discovered. If they were, then things would get far harder. 

They reached the cryo-tray in question and a grin pulled across his face, carving a menacing look across his face. His teeth rotting or fallen out. He pulled the latch on the side of the cryotray, the emergency release popping open. The cold air blasting over him, mist formed spooling out of the pod and spilling out onto the floor. Grabbing the occupant by the shoulders he pulled her out, tubes rupturing and ripping, fluids rushing everywhere. As he slung her over his shoulder, he turned to his compatriots. "It's time to go, I've got the package." 

Amanda Lorne would pay for the sins of her father.