"Just sign the damn thing."
If Mischief didn't sign the damn contract in the next five minutes they would miss the boat and be sleeping outside for the second night in a row. Mirage clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth. Five years of searching and they were one ride away. One fucking spaceship ride. And Mischief wanted to start analyzing paperwork?
"This says that if chosen we agree that we'll enter into lifelong unions." Her forehead crinkled.
"I know. It doesn't matter. We'll just walk out of there like we do everywhere else." Mirage looked to her left. The women were already lining up to turn in their paperwork. "Look. Either we do this or we lose the best lead we've got." Not to mention this list of Soundwave's upcoming jobs had cost them damn near everything they owned. If they didn't catch this break, there was no telling when they would get more information on their lost sister's whereabouts.
Mischief looked up and shook her head. "Just remember when this blows up in our faces that I said this is a bad idea." She looked down at the virtu-paper and put her fingerprint in the designated area. It took a second for the paper to find her in the system, but a few seconds later her adult federation identity photo and name popped up in the corner of the paper.
"Good. Now come on before they decide they're full."
The sisters walked to the end of the line and stared straight ahead. Mirage tried not to look anyone in the eye. The last thing she wanted to do was have people get a good look at either of them.
She watched Mischief feed her paper into the small slit. The screen lit up green. When it was her turn, Mirage walked up to the blue screen. She inhaled deeply and pushed down the nervous energy churning her stomach. Her hands shook as she fed the paper into the tiny slot. It took seven long seconds for the screen to blip green. Their contracts had been accepted. Both sisters rode the escalator up to The Bridal Boat entryway. There was no looking back now.
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