Undercover Angel

  (This is a fictional story I just made up from a suggestion of futuristic gangs. I have no thoughts for the future of this. I just like that I can start something and get drawn in myself. )

  "Oh, this is gonna SUCK, " thought Georgia as her helmet began to fill with fluid.
  "Chill, girl! You gotta calm down or you're gonna die!"
  Georgia choked on the smell of medicinal alcohol. She took in a big gulp of air just before it covered her nose. As it continued up her face she tried to close her eyes to keep out the sting. No luck there. She opened them again and tried to look out. After several blinks from the pain her vision cleared.
  "Get the sequence in! " Joe yelled.
  She punched in 9892257 from memory but forgot to hit the execute key before the door open button. The airlock blinked red. She grabbed the panel hard, frustrated with herself. Once again, 9892257 then EXECUTE then door open. SUCCESS!
  Pain seared her lungs. She wanted to inhale but knew better. She clenched her fists as best she could inside a heavy suit glove. The close sequence was just a large green button, but she had to get to it.
Wham, the outer lock shut and the inside began to fill with air. Now to stay calm enough to get her helmet off before she drown.
  After a couple bashes against the wall the mechanism slid up and liquid splashed down, exposing her nose and mouth. She spit and opened her mouth to take in gasping deep breaths.
  Two more sequences and her initiation would be over. She'd already spent months muling tech past security. Now she could rise in the ranks and get better jobs, a better percentage and a regular bunk. Most of the gang knew and trusted her, to a point. She still came with baggage. Or rather lack of it. No one stood for her or even sent word. She came from nowhere. Orphaned or so she claimed. She saw the outer rim as her only chance.
  Out of the airlock and into the corridor, she wriggled out of her suit. She opened the vacuum seal on the clean dry maintenance overalls and slipped them on. She ran her fingers through her mostly dry hair, the seal on the scull cap must have leaked some. It couldn't be helped. It would dry soon, she could always say it was sweat, if anyone asked. Maintenance could be hard work.
  She found an unused panel to stow her suit behind and stood quiet, listening to anyone further around the curve. Some murmuring echoed, but it began to fade. Silence the other direction. She squared up her shoulders and headed for her destination, junction B42X, maintenance hall 39. She had to bypass the security alarm to let Joe and his crew pass inside. The equipment they needed was too big to come in through the airlock.
  Hall B had a few people going about their business, but no one gave her a second glance. Neither did they see when she slipped into hall 39 and opened the panel. She clipped the leads punched a few buttons on her scanner and patched the wiring with tape. Once she finished, she cut the lead to the door where her companions waited. They would hear an alarm right away if she screwed up. All silent.
  Pleased with herself Georgia smiled and closed up the panel. She tapped the side of her face and told Joe, "done." She made it, now the really hard work began. She needed to prove herself trustworthy.
  "Good girl," said Joe. "We'll give your evaluation later. Head on out. "
  She found a vacant room, broke in to turn her overalls inside out to a blue MedTech uniform and made her way to the inner ring Med unit. Her shift didn't start for an hour, but she would just pretend she wasn't paying attention to the time and start early. No one would mind. It was a front job to give her the right to walk around the station. Mostly paperwork, something she could do in her sleep.
  Being early would also give her a chance to check in with the head of security. He had a spy in the Med Unit. She sent in the code updating her status and went on with her regular work. Soon the gang would let her in on all their secrets.

(that's all I'm going to write for today, if you want more, you're going to have to ask for it. )