Chapter 21

                                    

                                          
Summer POV
                          
I laid once again in my room, bored and waiting for Poe to return. After encountering Rey, I just fled back to my quarters and locked the door, not wanting to stir up any more trouble. Until I'm more accepted, I'm going to have to adjust to living in here more.
                          
But it's not permanent. That's what I kept telling myself. I'm here on a mission and I have to send the information back to the First Order...somehow. I have no way of communication; the comlink Trace gave me probably doesn't even reach beyond the base.
                          
I picked up Kylo's piece of cloth and held it tight in my hands, savoring the small security blanket. It was as soft as silk; probably part of his cape. It still had a light scent...
                          
And it vibrates?
                          
I raised a brow and opened up the folded cloth, gasping at a small comlink and earpiece was revealed. No way...
                          
I put the earpiece in and heard a muffled voice as it tried to connect. "Hello?"
                          
"This is transport 21-87," a man said in a heavy accent. "What's your contact number to drop off my shipment?"
                          
I blinked. This isn't the First Order, just some channel I picked up on. The numbers remind me of Finn's stormtrooper serial though, and the holding cell Leia was in from A New Hope. 
                          
I didn't want to get involved but maybe I could at least help the guy out.
                          
"I don't personally have a contact number. At least I don't think I do. You may be calling the wrong person."
                          
"Nope. I have the right number. That's what my boss gave me and he's never wrong."
                          
I rolled my eyes, glad this wasn't a visual conversation. "Are you trying to drop off to the Resistance?"
                          
"I don't know who I'm dropping for. All I know is I need their number."
                          
"If you don't know who your shipment belongs to, how do you know it's for us?"
                          
"Coordinates check out. Who's your superior? I want their number."
                          
"I...I don't know it."
                          
He sighed, subtly voicing his frustration. "Then tell me Miss, what do you know?"
                          
This guy is rude. "Excuse me?"
                          
"You heard me."
                          
"Look, I have no idea who you are-"
                          
"I'm transport 21-87."
                          
I continued as if I wasn't just rudely cut off. "I don't have a contact number and I have no idea what you want or who you are. That said, I'm hanging up now."
                          
"Wait! My boss will kill me if I can't deliver the shipment!"
                          
I hesitated, my finger looming over the button to end the call. I sighed as the kind-hearted side of me was being touched. I don't want to be the reason this guys dies. "Okay, okay. I'll...try to help."
                          
I could picture his smile. "Thank you Miss!"
                          
"Let's start over. What contact number specifically do you want? I need a name."
                          
"Yours."
                          
I was taken aback by that. "Are you flirting now?"
                          
"Oh no Miss. Only my boss would be allowed to flirt with a fair lady such as yourself."
                          
I softly groaned. "You don't know a thing about me."
                          
"I don't?"
                          
"Doubt it."