As Simmons unhooked her restraints he took Cait by the shoulder and assisted her to her feet. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Max said, covering her mouth with her hand. Though surveillance was a critical part of their duties there was no denying that the opportunity to watch their female prisoners at play was one of the highlights of the job. She glanced around and saw an unknown crew member placing her prosthetics into a footlocker which was placed on a hoversled, which he then began to pile other gear onto. Assuming that that information was correct and not some misdirection, that put Erebus at somewhere between forty and fifty times faster than the Chariot, possibly even up to fifty percent of light speed. We’ll debrief fully in twenty.” With that Montague turned and left while the man gestures to Simmons and Docker to carry out Montague’s orders then went about conferring with another crew. “Do you mind telling me about these?” Max asked, tracing her finger back and forth the lattice of scars across Cait’s lower torso.
