When Fred mentioned going to the Chair room, Caitlin's eyes widened. Anyone with the gene could do some serious damage with the Chair, especially if they were drunk. "Um, guys, I don't think that's such a good idea," she quickly said. "The Chair room is probably locked anyway."
"The Chair room is never locked," Fred said. She slowly stood and waved her hand. "Come on, girls."
Caitlin softly groaned. Part of her wanted to call the boys to help her but she didn't want to ruin Fred's, Jeannie's or Jennifer's fun. She was sure she could handle three drunk women and stop them before they did any sort of damage. At least she hoped she could.
It took them a while to get to the Chair room since Fred seemed to be a little lost as to where it was. When they got there, she stumbled over to the Chair and sat down in it, laughing as it lit up for her. "What should I do? Fire off a drone? Oh, hey, think a drone would reach one of the moons?" she asked.
"I don't know. How fast do they fly?" Jeannie asked.
As they discuss the drones, Caitlin moved over to the power source of the Chair. Using her code, she disabled the Chair, which seemed to confuse Fred. "Must be broken," Caitlin said.
"No. It doesn't break," Fred said with a knowing look. She stood from the Chair and went to where Caitlin was standing. Squinting her eyes, Fred looked at the screen and then nodded her head. "Someone turned it off!" With some effort, Fred typed her code in and then stumbled back toward the Chair. "What should we shoot at?"
Sighing, Caitlin rubbed her forehead. Carson? Rodney? We're done in the Chair room and Fred, Jeannie and Jennifer are attempting to shoot off some drones. I think all of you should get down here.