<div align="center"><strong>-=the stowaway – the cargo hold – the Gamble=-</strong></div><br/><em>Where the blazes was the pilot running?</em>Aching to follow her, the stowaway kept inside the center of the ship. She moved beyond the open cargo area and to the next set of stairs, hoping all the action was forward and she would not be noticed so far behind it. If anyone should need medical attention, they’d likely use the starboard side entryway since it opened closer to the to the infirmary – that made her decision to use the port side stairs clear. Remaining hidden, she nearly slid down the half-set of steps to make a quick duck behind them and let her eyes take in everything above the cargo stacks from between the treads. Hearing a few last yells ring out and some discussion of asses being needed, she slunk to the floor of the workout platform where she was surrounded by magnetized hand weights and a carefully tied down barbell system, ready for the tilting of the vehicle what carried it.<br/><br/>Prepared to listen and let her incredibly facile mind work out the details, she clung to the perforated flooring, her precious booty forgotten next to her. The knot of the pillowcase made for a fine handle to her luggage when in use, but it lay limp between the thirteen and twenty pound dumbbells.<br/><br/>Discussions… orders… some pleading, but not the terrible begging-for-one’s-life kind… she could hear familiar voices, the crew of the Gamble. They must have made out well in the skirmish. Just once, she allowed herself a deep breath of relief and lifted her head a mite, curious as to the expressions on the crew's faces – to find her view blocked by the back of someone else’s head just peering over a crate about 2 meters forward and 1 meter below her position. The second set of half-stairs going down would have brought her right up to him save for the cargo between them sitting already secured to the wall.<em>What is he doing there, trying to avoid the fracas? Is he a coward like me? Even Mae, the nearly-naked girl-pilot, ran out there near fearlessly…</em>and now she was returning, half blind with wiping her eyes clear. Another woman was across the way, trotting out with a bag under her arm, her form matching the stowaway’s so closely, she double blinked, wondering if she could find some of the medic’s clothing later.<br/>