Trooper Station, Friday

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin was late coming in to work today. She had her reasons: namely, saving a bunch of vikings from the middle of an appropriately epic radscorpion vs. bear fight. Not that she was really in the market for daring rescues, but the bunch in question had spoken old Norse and she'd gotten just a little nostalgic.

So sue her.

Now the vikings were hanging around the station making fun of Ralph in raucous Norwegian, which was nice, but Tamsin had something else on her mind. Namely, the one prisoner currently rotting away in the cell. Booker had his hands tied, and the ties on his hands tied again, and she had a bat lying around just in case she needed to bash him back into unconsciousness.

"Are you ready to tell us how to stop this yet?" she asked him.

"I told you," Booker snapped, "I don't know."

"Fine," Tamsin said, crossing her arms. "I'll go get the vikings again."

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Booker sat back in his cell and wriggled his hands. She'd tied him up good - he was having real trouble getting out of his restraints.

But he would get out. He had to. Had to find the girl and through her, Anna. This was just a set-back. He'd get out. Yes - he would.

He renewed his attempts as soon as Tamsin's back was turned.