The four of them crowded into the pod, and Lillian ended up sitting on one of the strange agent's laps. The pod blasted out of it's mountings, space flashing by it's windows at a rapid rate. The agent in back was talking to Samara about something, but Lillian couldn't quite hear. She did, however, feel a hand grab her arm. She felt, rather than heard, the rear pod door opening, in a woosh of explosive decompression, and it was all she could do to grab the belts holding the agent she was sitting on in place. Just barely secured, she felt the person behind her get sucked into space, and the hand disappeared with them.
Lillian kicked the door control, and clambered over the agent, and sat in the rear chair. The agent turned his chair to face her, and she smiled at him, excitedly. Out of his view, her hand crept into her satchel, and closed around the worn and well-used handle of her stun baton. She said, "So... How are you?"
"Good, actually. And you?" The agent smiled blandly under his helmet visor.
Lillian grinned, feeling a surge of adrenaline racing through her body, and she said, "I'm a lot better than you're about to be." With a crackle, she yanked out the baton, and bashed it into the agent's face, then into his gut, the electrical discharge sending him into a shivering fit. Lillian kicked at him a couple times, finally hitting the release on his seat belt. Then, she hit the emergency door control, and the cold air sucked out once again, taking the near-comatose agent with. Lillian closed the door, letting the air warm up and dropping her baton back into her bag.
A few minutes later, the pod was docking with the Recovery Vehicle. Lillian had already ditched her bloody armor and weaponry, so when the pod opened, the recovery crew saw only a small, lithe, very distraught woman. One stepped forward, helping her out of the pod, and the other said, "Are you okay? What happened out there?"
With a smile in her heart, and tears in her eyes, Lillian cried, "They tried to kill me... Oh god, I killed them. They shot me and beat me, but I... Fought back. Oh god." Her final order to the AI, besides telling it to terminate itself, had been to erase all logs of activity aboard the station. No one could refute her story, because everyone was dead but her...