Session 2

"We're splitting it fifty fifty!"

"You never even touched the planets surface."

"Fine, sixty forty."

"Eighty twenty."

"Seventy thirty."

"Seventy-five twenty-five."

"Deal."

Quinn watched as her captors bickered over the division of their bounty. The two of them were fighting like children on the couch while a third person, a tall, seemingly simple minded, buff man with a prosthetic arm watched over them like a babysitter. Quinn was sitting on a yellow armchair handcuffed to a railing with both her hands above her head. The gang was so absorbed within their argument that Quinn figured if she wasn't handcuffed she most likely would have been able to slip away without any of them even noticing she had left.

"Spike's right," the bigger man interrupted.

"You were hardly part of the actual capture," he added, and the girl shook her head.

"You wouldn't have caught the girl if it weren't for me!" She announced as she gestured towards Quinn. The three of them turned to look at her and for a moment Quinn smiled.

"You guy's bicker like birds fighting over street food," she laughed tauntingly before cocking her head to the side.

"This isn't any of your business," the girl snapped.

"Faye, it's settled seventy-five thirty-five," the man Quinn came to assume was Spike retort as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Faye rolled her eyes before crossing her arms across her chest seemingly accepting defeat.

Quinn stared at her for a moment while she watched Spike light his cigarette beside her. Faye was tall, and her purple hair glistened under the artificial lighting above them. She was young, and quite obviously self absorbed. Of course Quinn was in no position to judge, but still, she knew a narcissist when she saw one.

"You got something to say?" Faye suddenly broke Quinn's train of thought as she called out to her from the couch. Quinn was so lost in judgment that she didn't even notice she was staring.

"I haven't got much else to do," Quinn replied hopelessly as she rolled her eyes.

"You're telling me this little thing is a wanted criminal?" Faye turned her head towards Spike who simply shrugged in reply.

"Don't judge a book by it's cover," the bigger man exclaimed as he began to exit the room.

"Thanks for the input, Jet," Faye replied coarsely.

Quinn stared at the two of them for a moment. She enjoyed reading people, and in a time like this, judging a persons character based on first impressions alone was the only source of entertainment she had. Spike was arrogant and seemingly mindless. Unfortunately he was decently attractive and judging by the way he leaned his back against the couch with his arms draped over the edge made it clear to Quinn that he was aware of it too. Faye gave off a similar energy to Spike, but she seemed to be more naïve, maybe even gullible.

Quinn formed her opinions rather quickly, and by the time she was done judging she was back to being dreadfully bored.

"Where are you guys even taking me?" Quinn eventually asked once her boredom became too much to bare.

"Nearest planet with capable authority," Spike answered as he lifted his feet up onto the coffee table.

"How long's that gonna take?" Quinn asked. Faye and Spike both shrugged but Jet was quick to chime in from the next room.

"27 hours," he replied.

27 hours was all Quinn had to convince these bounty hunters that she was wanted for crimes she did not commit. It was true that she was framed, but it was going to be hard to get anyone, let alone the two arrogant hunters in front of her to believe her rather outlandish story.

"Can you call Jet back in here?" Quinn asked. Out of the entire gang he seemed to be the most understanding and overall the least childish.

"For what?" Spike and Faye replied in unison before exchanging looks of disgust. That was another thing Quinn noticed about the duo. They seemed to be sickeningly in sync, and it was apparent that they didn't want to be.

"You need me?" Jet walked back into the main room again but now he was wearing an apron.

"Yes, you seem like the most competent one of the group and I've got something to share," Quinn announced and Spike and Faye both shot her a similar dirty look.

"Go on," Jet urged as he walked back into the room before taking a seat on the coffee table.

Quinn froze once the groups full attention had turned to her. It had been months since anyone had shown her any sign of kindness, and even now the kindness came off as artificial. They seemed to only be listening because they simply had nothing better to do, and although the circumstances weren't the best, Quinn jumped at the opportunity to tell her truth.

"I promise you this is going to sound insane," Quinn warned as she adjusted her position on her seat.

"But please, and I cannot stress this enough, hear me out," Quinn added, and Jet nodded in agreement. Spike and Faye exchanged nervous glances while Quinn formulated a statement that she hoped would yield a more than positive reaction.

"I was framed," Quinn began, and to her dismay Faye and Spike immediately broke into howling laughter. Jet remained stone faced as the two children exchanged judgmental glances.

"Your face has been all over the news!" Faye chortled as she flicked on a tiny holo screen next to Jet on the coffee table. A video of Quinn immediately began to play on the screen. It was security cam footage of her robbing a small shop and injuring multiple bystanders. Quinn grimaced as she watched her figure dance across the screen.

"You're telling us this isn't you?" Spike questioned and Quinn sighed loudly.

"That is my face, yes," she replied shortly, but in actuality; it wasn't.

"But I swear to god that's not me," Quinn added, and the screen turned off.

"Your face," Jet raised an eyebrow as his voice fell silent.

"But not you?" He questioned, and Quinn nodded her head.

"How much did this guy give you to drink?" Faye teased as she nudged Spike in the side.

"Listen," Quinn snapped as she grabbed the rooms attention.

"Do you even know my full story?" She questioned, and all three of them shook their heads.

"Do a single search of my name and you'll see," Quinn demanded and Jet sighed before grabbing a small tablet from across the room.

"What does your story have to do with anything? I mean the evidence was quite literally right in front of our eyes," Faye inquired, but Quinn didn't have a solid answer. Her explanation was rather heavy, and in order to display her thoughts efficiently, the group had to know the full story sooner rather than later.

"Quinn Lam, chief marketing officer of Microz wanted for the murder, assault, armed robbery ..." Jet's voice trailed off again as he read the ridiculously long list of crimes Quinn had supposedly committed.

"So what? you wanna be proud of all that?" Spike cut in, and Quinn frowned.

"I didn't commit a single one of those crimes," she added as she watched the looks of disbelief on her captors faces suddenly shift to one of confusion.

"I was a CMO off a massive corporation, I have a major in computer science and a minor in business, I had a family, and a love," Quinn stopped herself before she got in too deep. It was true that she had lost everything when the incident happened and nothing hurt her more than knowing that her life's work was being used to criminalize her.

"Seriously, what could my motive have been to leave all of that behind?" She pleaded pathetically. She didn't expect this rag tag group of strangers to believe a word she was saying, but she did expect at least a little bit of sympathy.

"I dunno," Spike shrugged again.

"Maybe you're just insane?" Faye added and Spike laughed in agreement.

"I understand the fact that you had no motive," Jet empathized as he shut off the the tablet.

"But how can you explain all the video evidence we just played?" He added, and Quinn exhaled slowly.

"That was my technology being used against me," Quinn explained and the room suddenly fell silent again. They all stared at her like she was crazy, and to be fair Quinn understood why they would think she was.

"When I was 16 I started developing software that when used could morph your body into anyone you wanted as long as you had enough video and photo references of said person," Quinn began, and again she watched as their expressions altered.

"My biggest mistake in life was sharing that technology with someone who wanted to use it for evil," Quinn lament as the ghosts of her past began to creep up behind her. Even though it had been months since the event, the memories were still fresh. By bringing up the past Quinn felt as if she was opening an old wound; one that would most likely never fully heal.

"Who did you piss off so badly," Jet began and Quinn was quick to answer.

"My high school bestfriend," she laughed painfully as her eyes slowly began to fill with tears. She bit the side of her cheek to distract herself from the sadness she was inflicting upon herself.

"We had are on and off's all throughout high school and university but by the time we were both adults in the real world I figured the drama was finally over," Quinn murmured as she tilted her head upwards in order to stop the tears from falling from her eyes.

"I couldn't have been more wrong, and she used my technology to get revenge," Quinn grit her teeth as she began to picture the incident in her mind.

"God this is elaborate, why should we care anyways? I'd much rather turn you in and claim the bounty that's on your head than help you solve your high school drama," Faye challenged as she loftily sparked a cigarette between her lips.

Quinn loathed Faye's autocratic way of decision making, but in all fairness she didn't blame her for not caring. She wasn't obligated to help her nor was she close enough with Quinn to see her as anything more than a handful of woolongs. She was mildly offended by Faye's inconsiderate attitude, but she wasn't ready to start an argument. Instead, Quinn decided to negotiate.

"If you catch her and prove that she framed me I'm sure the bounty on her head will be double what mine is considering she's now a high ranking official at Microz," Quinn stated, and Faye's eyes grew wider. Of course there was no way in knowing if the bounty would double, but judging by Faye's expression it didn't matter if what she was saying was true or not. So, Quinn used Faye's greed and ignorance as leverage as she continued her negotiations.

"And trust me if you help me get my job back and restore my life's work I promise to repay you somehow," Quinn pleaded and the three of them seemed like they were on board with the plan. That part was definitely true. Quinn was willing to drain her entire bank account if it meant she'd be able to get her life back. Of course for now her account was frozen, but once she was back and her name was cleared those funds would benefit her greatly.

"How would we even prove that this friend of yours framed you?" Spike asked, and Quinn began to relay a plan she had been contemplating on executing for the last 9 months.

"Ever since the incident she has been wearing a micro storage unit around her neck. She keeps it inside a locket I gifted her" Quinn explained.

"The micro chip contains more than 10 years of my work and it's the last physical evidence of it's existence that I'd be able to get my hands on. Once I have that technology back I can prove to authority that she stole my face, that, and the fact that every time she's commit a crime with my face I've had a solid alibi, I just haven't found anyone whos willing to hear me out about my story," Quinn finished just as Spike was discarding the end of his cigarette.

"You really think that'll clear your name?" Spike questioned but Jet interjected.

"She's got a point," he exclaimed.

"And it's clear to me that your crazy friend has some sort of motive that the cops will take into consideration," Jet added and Quinn nodded happily.

"What's her motive anyway?" Faye asked, and a puzzled expression grew upon Quinn's face.

"There's too much to take from," she chuckled as she shook her head.

"The night that my life was taken from me was the night I realized a person will hold a grudge against anything if they're insane enough to hold onto it," Quinn laughed somberly. Every word she spoke tasted sour in her mouth and she was amazed that she hadn't choked on them yet.

"I've already died once and ever since that night I've been questioning if I'm really still alive," Quinn murmured softly, and as the last words left her lips she finally saw something real flicker behind Spikes eyes. Something about what she had said triggered some sort of emotion within him that for once wasn't based on arrogance or selfishness. He seemed human for a moment, and it seemed to throw the entire room off guard.

"Let's do it," Spike announced, and everyone seemed to agree with his statement.

"After we eat though, please I'm starving," Faye groaned as she shot Jet a childish grin.

"Fine," Jet sighed as he stood up from the table further proving Quinn's judgement of her and Spike. They were like rowdy teenagers while Jet seemed to pose as a father figure. It was heartwarming to say the least.

"Anyways, I'm gonna take a shower first," Faye yawned as she got up from the couch and Quinn rattled her cuffs against the railing in retaliation.

"Hey can you at least let me outta these things now that you know I'm not a wanted criminal?" Quinn pleaded as Faye walked past her.

"Figure it out yourself," she shrugged before slipping out of the room.

Quinn turned her head to face Spike who was still leaned back on the couch with his hands behind his head. Somehow he had managed to light another cigarette without Quinn noticing.

"I can't feel my fingers," Quinn begged, but her pleading didn't seem to evoke any sort of reaction from him.

"That's unfortunate," Spike shrugged as he leaned forwards to grab a magazine off of the coffee table.

"Any chance you wanna be less of a jerk for just one moment?" Quinn urged as she tried to regulate the circulation back into her fingers.

"Maybe another time," he announced before sticking his nose into a magazine.