SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-eight ━ finding the limits

And yes, she was scared out of her mind just how much more her love could make her complacent to.

"I'll kill you, you bitch," the man outside the door spoke. "I'll bring down this door and kill you for what you've done."

"How are you—?" Even the man besides him seemed perplexed by this anger infused claim, though some of the confusion diluted once he watched his colleague step away from the door and turn his attention to the axe stored in a box just a few steps further down the hallway, near the fire exit, instead.

Mia watched him break the emergency glass with his elbow and take that axe, but she couldn't bring herself to feel afraid. Now that she was certain the door was locked, she had confidence an axe made for chopping down the wood of the fire exit door, should it get stuck or blocked during evacuations, didn't stand a chance in bringing down a solid metal door with its good days still ahead.

More importantly though, she had no time for being afraid, not when the very sight of the axe had given her a much better idea on what to do next.

Getting back to the terminal while the man outside started swinging at the hinges of the door, Mia focused on gaining access to the fire alarm system.

No more than a couple of seconds had elasped before she entered one final sequence of code and triggered the fire alarm across the whole ship on. There were no radio communications available, so the part of the program which would have had the fire alarm's trigger automatically alert the closest ship or land outpost for help was rendered inactive. All the alarms did was blast inside the ship and hopefully get those few members of the crew still unaware of the situation at hand to evacuate in orderly fashion to the elected meeting points, or even leave the ship altogether. This freighter, much like all currently running ships, may have been old but still benefited of pre-programmed routes. Mia found the exact mapping that had been canceled for a reroute once they entered international waters and reinstated Greenland as the ship's next destination.

"Martin," the voice came from outside, now far too muffled by the alarm for Mia to properly make it out from so far away. With careful steps since the banging on the door continued restlessly, she approached the door and slowly inched her ear closer to its cold surface.

"What?" Martin asked, exasperated and tired, stumbling back with his axe in hand now lowering down.

"The alarm," the other man pointed out. "We still have the emergency boats, right?"

Mia sighed out her relief — the men reached the exact conclusion she had hoped they would, and with that stone lifted off her chest, she felt able to return to the control panel and the old computer to finish what she started. She couldn't delay any longer deleting the security footage and stopping the network from adding any more to those files. Once the ship reached Greenland, it will draw all the attention upon itself, but most importantly, whoever will step on board to find answers, will only find corpses, which will prompt them to, of course, check the cameras. The least she could do in getting rid of evidence was making sure neither her or Connor show up on any recordings on board.

Before pressing in those final keys though, she looked up again at the live broadcast. The two men outside her door were gone and the lack of an axe left behind told her they took it with them. However, they were not what Mia was worried about just then. She searched diligently until she finally noticed Connor, standing in the middle of a hallway, looking up at the flashing red lights joining in with the blasting fire alarm.