The Rebellion discussion

Large factory that produces pretty much everything.

Emma checked her watch nervously once more as she waited for William. Clutched to her chest was her small paisley hand bag that resembled a fish, and a folder with just a few papers. She had completed an autopsy of a victim and thought William would find something particularly interesting. The later and darker it got, the more Emma willed William to hurry up. She was tiny and defenseless and knew she could be killed, or raped, or hassled, or abducted- Emma's mind stampeded ramped with awful thoughts and she began to shake nervously. Once again, she checked her watch. It took her a moment to read the cracked face because she was shivering so, but her spirit made an excited noise as she discovered it was almost time for William's shift to be over.

William heaved the piece of smelted metal onto the conveyor belt which took it to the smith. He glanced at his watch, the only reminder of his former life and brother. He had two minutes left on his shift. He jogged over to a fellow worker who was struggling and nodded to him. "1... 2... 3!", he counted, and taking a share of the weight, he placed the piece of metal onto the conveyor belt. As his colleague offered him something in return, he waved him off good-naturedly. William looked around. Almost everyone was finishing up. He glanced around, looking for any spies or tails, and then he ducked into the washroom to clean off the grime from his hands, arms, and face. Once he was clean, he changed and left the factory. At once, he bumped into Emma. "I'm sorry I took so long, Emma. My shift just ended. What did you want to tell me?", William asked, pretending everything was normal as he saw some co-workers staring at him.

Emma found herself quite surprised and startled when she was bumped, but she calmed when she saw it was only William. She swallowed hard as he spoke, conscience of various pairs of eyes watching like ever present vultures. She opened her mouth to lie, but thought better of it and decided to tell part of the truth, that way she wouldn't get all nervous and flustered.

"I came to let you know that the person you found last week passed away this morning." She told him quietly, then looked down at Her arms so her eyes were given something to do.

"I see. Come now, you don't have to worry. Let's go", William said, holding out his arm for her. He muttered,"Act like you're my sister, Emma" Unlike Emma, he found that his ability to lie came easily to him, and he never stuttered or lost his cool.

Emma shyly slipped her skinny arm into the bend of his muscular arm and brought herself a close (but not too close) distance to him and walked away from the factory with William.

William leaned over, as if to whisper a surprise to her, but instead, he whispered,"Command Room. Eponine is waiting" With that, he gently steered her in the vague direction of the Command Room.