f**k. I briefly wonder if the chef clued them in to my secret identity aboard the ship, but then realize it doesn’t matter. Regardless of who figured it out, they are coming for me. I have to get out of here.
I pull the communications officer out from under the desk and strip off his top layer of clothing. His body is heavy and limp, which oddly works to my advantage. Gravity helps him slide out of the clothes as I pull them over his head. Then, I shrug out of my black server coat and pull on his tan button-down and white jacket. Lastly, I take his hat and pull it down as low over my hair as I can.
It doesn’t fully disguise me, but if anything, it will keep eyes from landing on me. Crew members lower on the totem pole won’t want to get in the way of an officer during a crisis.
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