A clattering of tools and parts echoes from out of the supply closet. Sebastian continues to drive, occasionally glancing at the rear view mirror to see what Dusty is up to.

"Hey! Eyes on the road, chef." June warns with a wave of her gun.

Sebastian snaps back into place. June leans her head back and looks into the closet.

"Well?" She asks. "Will it work?"

"No." Dusty's disappointment echoes out the closet door.

"Great!" June smiles angrily.

"Their scanners will see right through this panel. So, our hidey-hole won't work." Dusty explains. She walks out into the cabin, lit cigarette in hand as she exhales another cloud of smoke.

"So, all that work you did this morning—"

"Was for nothing. Yeah." She takes another toke.

Sebastian lowers his window a bit to let the smoke out. Both June and Dusty look over at him.

"Hey. Let me get one." June smiles mischievously as she holds out her hand.

Dusty lights another cigarette for June and a fresh one for herself. They sit and smoke for a moment.

"There's another option." Dusty says.

"We get rid of this guy and just turn around?" June smiles.

Sebastian's eyes zip around nervously.

"Seeing as the crew's long past dire straits, I don't think going back empty handed will go well for either of us." Dusty's cigarette bobs up and down between her lips.

"Okay. What's your idea then?" June asks.

"We hide in the fridge."

June erupts into a coughing fit, sending her cigarette falling to the ground.

"Hey! Come on!" Dusty chides angrily as she stamps the ruined ember out.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" June coughs.

"Are you?! We're down to our last box! You can't be wasting these!" Dusty shouts.

Instead of getting upset, June begins to laugh. "You want to die, don't you?! You have no self preservation left!"

"We have no other options left!" Dusty takes a breath. "That stupid fucking fancy fridge back there is aerospace certified for some reason. So, it's the only thing we have that can block x-rays."

"Fuck you. I'm not going back there. No way." June crosses her arms.

"It's either that or lune prison—and you've heard all about that hell."

"There's no way they're taking us in. I'd rather be shot on sight than lock myself in that deathtrap."

"Really? And you said I have no self preservation left."

"Oh, honey. That shit's been gone for a long time." June sighs as she looks out the window.

The cabin is dead silent for a few minutes. The Oasis wall grows larger and larger as they approach. The soaring grumble of the dense aerial traffic fills the ambience. A pair of Lunar Vanguard fighter jets suddenly swoosh by overhead. Their roar shakes the earth.

"Alright. Fuck! I'll go in if you give me another smoke." June claims.

Dusty stares at her silently as she takes a long, suspicious toke from her stubby cigarette.

"Oh, what? You'd rather die?" June smirks sarcastically.

Dusty remains silent.

"You have a problem." June's eyes become intense again as the look on her face blankens.

"Fine," Dusty concedes. "This is the last one I'm giving you."

"Whatever."

"Lune. Will they check the fridge?" Dusty asks.

"Um… They’ll scan it. The fridge unit’s ID code has a delivery log. It should tell them what’s in it and where it’s headed. They wouldn’t have any reason to open it. If they try, I could tell them that it would harm the cargo." Sebastian answers with an uncharacteristic amount of confidence and coordination. Even he's surprised. The words are just coming out of his mouth. This must be some kind of fight or flight response.

"But that’s only if you tell them so, right?" Dusty asks.

"…yes." Sebastian mumbles.

There is another moment of contemplative silence.

"Well, you’re not in a position to bargain… so, how about your life in exchange for playing this off for us?" Dusty proposes.

Sebastian's hands are shaking.

"What’ll it be, lune? Make it quick. I can already see their guns from here." Dusty’s voice becomes aggressive.

Sebastian nods his head.

"Good. Alright, June. Let’s go." Dusty stands up.

June sits and stares at Dusty quietly. She does not look happy with the direction that this has turned.

"Why are you so determined to make this insane plan work?!" June says with a hushed anger.

"We’re in too deep. We didn’t bring enough bullets to fight the whole city." Dusty tries to smile reassuringly, but the weary look in her eyes doesn’t sell it.

June thinks for a moment before coming back to her senses. "We’ll freeze in there!"

"We won’t freeze, it won’t be that cold. It’s just a fridge, right?" Dusty asks.

This is it.

An opportunity.

What Sebastian has been referencing as a "fridge" is technically an adjustable freezer—he just has a habit of calling it so because they use the same model as a fridge at the Mare. Both the temperature it maintains and the locks on the door can be controlled directly from the dashboard terminal. In fact, this freezer can be set to temperatures so cold that the human body wouldn’t last more than a few minutes within. Though Sebastian quickly decides that he would only need to use that in an emergency.

The important thing is that the door locks from the outside.

And these two are about to willingly trap themselves inside.

"…Yes. It’s just a fridge." Sebastian lies.