#clippy2

It seems like the blink of an eye before you’re slipping out the door, Eridan leading just ahead of you. It is a common sight for you to be looking at your datapad while you shadow him, but this time you’re just watching for any last second messages from Hal warning that you’re about to cross paths with crew.

TA: ok ii 2hould probably go delete my iinternet hii2tory. iim behiind liike twelve proxiie2 but you know ju2t iin ca2e.

You can’t help the crazed smile on your face - you try to stifle it. It strikes you all at once how wild this is - this is the most intensely terrifying thing you’ve done since you tried to walk to the public bookhive alone at age 3. Your criminal profile is jumping up from one count of a near-missed curfew to felony theft of military property, conspiracy to commit theft, desertion, conspiracy to commit desertion, accessory to at least one murder, treason, failure to report traitorous discourse, and the worst of all of this evening’s crimes, elopement. 

Yes, you will be a hardened criminal by the time you leave here.

As you predicted, the guard assigned to the helmsblock abandoned his post a solid five minutes before shift change, which makes it all the more simple for you and Eridan to slip into the block with his credentials. 

You’ve been in here often enough with Eridan that this should seem familiar, but looking at the block with the context of having to disassemble most of it to free its captor makes everything seem foreign. From where he’s suspended in the center of the room, Sollux’s head moves almost imperceptibly when the door slides closed.

"Oh, hey guys. Have I mentioned I don't like this plan and we don’t have to do it?”

The plasma saw is active in your hand before you can remember getting it out of your bag.