PHD #430: Waiting Game
Waiting Game
Summary: Sawyer's finally ends when Corrath springs her from the brig.
Date: 02 May 2042 AE
Related Logs: Gemenon Foo
Players:
Sawyer Corrath 
Main Brig - Deck 6- Battlestar Cerberus
Tiny and cramped, the Main Brig seems designed to be claustrophobic. The steel bars lining the three cells have been set into the steel bulkheads on each side. Inside each cell is a stainless steel toilet and a bunk that might be too short for some of the taller crewmembers. The dreary conditions don't seem to be helped by the presence of a Marine guard who is there twenty-four hours a day, as long as a prisoner is in custody. The whole room is under surveillance via camera system in the Security Hub and every visitor must sign-in and abide by the rules.
Post-Holocaust Day: #430

It's just a waiting game at this point. Sawyer's spoken with anyone who'll listen, even being extra careful to be a model prisoner so that her release won't be delayed out of spite. A civilian on a military ship, she doesn't have any CO to spring her, so it's a matter of waiting for the right person with the right paperwork and the right disposition to free her. What waits on the other side of the bars, is a different matter.

Sawyer is sitting on the edge of her bunk, smoking a cigarette the guards have to light for her and pass through the bars. This has become a regular ritual for the blonde, and now she's starring across at Bannik's empty cell while she tokes away.

In lieu of a CO for the Civilians, the duty of dealing with their criminal proceedings and detainment falls to the S2. While Sawyer's file had crossed Corrath's desk shortly after her visit the brig, he's only choosing now to actually make his way down there, file in hand. As he steps through the hatch, he's giving a nod of his head to the guard, followed by, "Go ahead and take five minutes." Even as the guard snaps off a salute and moves to exit, the S2 is angling over towards Sawyer's cell, hands moving to open the file as he offers, "Ms. Averies."

As she hears the guards being dismissed, Sawyer quirks an eyebrow and exhales a long stream of smoke towards the ceiling. Down to the filter, she tosses the butt in the steel toilet bowl and flicks a hand around her ear to tuck away some of her hair while Corrath makes his way over. When she's addressed, she slips to her socked feet, but doesn't approach the bars. "Present and accounted for." She quirks a hint of a smile.

He doesn't notice as she begins to rise, for Corrath's eyes are lowering to regard the file that now lays open in his left hand. There's a faint 'Hmm' followed by a slight shake of his head before he's finally beginning to life his head enough to look at her. "I have a single question to ask of you, Ms. Averies." A pause is taken, enough so that he can regard the reporter within the cell, "Did you, at any time, collaberate with the Cylons during your leave from the Fleet." Perhaps the question has to do with the level of access she has, or the sources in which she seems to receive things.

"If you would be so kind: define collaborate, because I've been hearing several definitions of the word, and I don't want to mistakenly incriminate myself." Sawyer says simply, regarding the S2 with steady brown eyes, though her hands knit in the bottom hem of her sweatshirt.

The S2's lips slowly curve into the slightest of smirks before he's turning his head to look up at the camera, "Kill the feed for the next five minutes." Then, he's looking back to Sawyer, his right hand lifting to give a slight wave, "You needn't worry about incriminating yourself, Ms. Averies. I'm aware of your sympathies for a couple of the Cylons, so I wish to simply know if you've told them anything of importance relating to information that you've been privy too."

When the S2 tells the security room to kill the feed, the reporter actually takes a step back from the bars. It's a small cell, so one more such move would likely end up with her sitting on the stainless steel toilet in her cell. "First explain how you believe I'm 'sypathetic' towards the Cylons?"

Shifting away from the cell, the S2 is moving to the duty station so that the file can be placed atop it. Then, as he turns back towards Sawyer's cell, there's a faint chuckle that escapes his lips, "Please, Ms. Averies, I have no intention of harming you." His left hand lifts to his pocket, withdrawing a small stainless steel container from his pocket. When it's opened, a smoke is procured and placed between his lips before a lighter is removed so that the smoke can be lit. Once the lighter is settled back in the container and it's closed, he's stepping back towards the cell, only to press the container through the bars in offer. "You forget, Ms. Averies, that your conversations are recorded. I heard what you spoke of with Colonel Hahn. You certainly sounded sympathetic."

"Do I?" As Corrath hands her the container, Sawyer assumes the offer is ligit coming from the S2, so she's not afraid of getting tasered for accepting it. She busies herself with removing a cigarette and lighting it, before handing the remaining artifacts back towards Corrath. "I would more say I'm sympathetic towards ending the war. If that requires I deliver a message that two of the Cylon Humanoid models wish to have a sit down, then so be it. As to your earlier question, no, I don't believe I collaborated the enemy. I was hijacked and taken to Gemenon. So I sat around for a few days, absorbed as much as I could about what they wanted me to bring back, and then was brought back. I am not a collaborator. I am a messenger."

Once the artifacts are handed back, Corrath's simply accepting them and returning them to his pocket. A haul is taken from the smoke before he's exhaling upwards, his head offering a slight bob before there's a slight smile, "While I appreciate your desire to end the war, I don't believe the Cylons have any intention of doing such a thing. But such conversations are beyond my scope of responsibilities." Placing the smoke back between his lips, the S2 is then moving back towards the duty station. Leaning over, something is punched into the terminal and the cell door containing Sawyer unlocks, "Perception is key, Ms. Averies, remember that. When word gets out of your time with the Cylons, there are going to be some who few you as a sympathizer or Cylon lover. To ensure that there is no repeat of last time, I will be posting a Marine Guard outside the News Room. For your safety, of course."

"If you believe that's necessary, I appreciate the fleet expending that resource." Sawyer turns away from Corrath after the news of a guard, her gait settling into the easy rhythm of a pace much as she's been doing the entire time she's been in custody. "Please don't misunderstand me, I'm skeptical as well. It sort of comes with the job. What I'm foolish enough to be, however, is hopeful. As they say, the proof is in the pudding and I'm hopeful the fleet is willing to extend the spoon to Gemenon."

Moving back to the cell door, Corrath's extending his hand so as to simply open the door, "It's a pleasant change to see hope where hope isn't typically found, Ms. Averies. I just hope that if such a 'spoon' is extended, that we don't find the hand which extended it, suddenly bit off." Now, he's moving away from the door, smoke being claimed from his lips and ash tapped to the decking. "You're free to go, Ms. Averies. You can pick up any personal effects that were on your person from the duty Marine in the Security Hub."

Sawyer doesn't move from her spot, she just merely is standing there, her fawn colored eyes narrowing just a hint. "Mind starting up the feed again and saying that on the record? No offense, but you understand my paranoia. You yourself think a guard needs to be posted outside the News Room. So if we're off the feed, and there are no witnesses, what's to keep you from saying I was trying to flee custody and Sawyer Averies was shot twice in the back for trying to escape?" The reporter gives Corrath an amused sort of smile and makes a whirling motion with her cigarette toting hand to indicate 'roll the tape'.

"Ms. Averies, the moment I inputted the code to unlock your cell door, the security feed was re-established." Moving back towards the duty station, that file is closed, gathered and then placed beneath his left arm, "Secondly, it would be highly suspect as to how you managed to get the cell door open, get past me and to the point in which I needed to use my firearm." Now, he's giving a shake of his head, hand lifting to wave towards the door, "Good day, Ms. Averies. I certainly hope that your file doesn't cross my desk again."

"You underestimate my abilities," Sawyer says simply, "So most likely you'll see my name again." Her tone carries a hint of amusement to it, as she rolls her cigarette between forefinger and thumb pensively. Finally, she extends a little faith that Corrath will behave himself, and thus she starts to walk out of the cell with her chin lifted just a hint and with a regal bearing to her posture. She'd be able to pull off the bravado, if her fingers didn't insist on their fidget with that cigarette. "Thanks for the hospitality. It wasn't altogether unpleasant."

Lifting the cigarette back to his lips, Corrath's taking another haul from it before giving the reporter a simple nod of his head, "Allow some time to pass, at least." Turning back to the duty station, he's reaching over to press a button on it before speaking, "Corporal, come on back in. I've cleared your cells for you." That said, he's turning to watch Sawyer begin to walk out, "I'll be sure to pass along your comments to Management, Ms. Averies. We certainly do strive to maintain our outstanding ratings."

"Unfortunately, I can only rate you at three stars for the privacy issues, you understand." With one last smirk for the S2, she's ducking out to go retrieve her personal effects and return to the home sweet home of the News Room. Only plus a guard this time.

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