OPERATION: Hidden Dragon

[Jericho Blake]

"Unfortunately I don't have any more intel. The Inquisitors' skills will be vital to this mission planning." The nearest portal is a couple of klicks away, and I have the route memorized."

 

[Russell K. Kobayashi]

((That was a mispost intended for Terror Under Toronto. Sorry about that, carry on, nothing to see here...))

 

[Aerinn]

"Well is he coming?" She looks slightly uncomfortable at the mention of the Inquisition. "We don't have all fucking day."

 

[Jericho Blake]

((He's not an inquisitor. He took the prisoner to the Inquisitors))

 

[Russell K. Kobayashi]

"I really would like to talk about ROE, Mr. Blake," Russell says, respectfully but insistently. "I have issues with drawing down on folks who are neither armed nor acting in some clearly threatening manner."

 

[Aerinn]

((Dealt with it, ta ))

 

[Jericho Blake]

"This isn't exactly covert, Mr. Kobayashi. So no problems on my end. Whoever stays out of our way we don't have to harm."

 

[Russell K. Kobayashi]

Russell doesn't look precisely pleased by that, but nods. "That's probably the best we can hope for under the circumstances." He takes another long drink, then glances at Kate. "Pass the cream and sugar, please?"

 

[Aerinn]

Kate does as requested, speaking in a dry tone. "We wouldn't want to injure the poor innocent Doomsday Filth cultists. Gosh, those poor people."

 

[Russell K. Kobayashi]

Russell snorts, nodding in thanks as he accepts them. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But there's a difference between a fanatic waving an AK in my face and a five-year-old cowering in the corner. I just want us to remember that." He grimaces and fishes out his phone, which is already buzzing. "Lotta people already have forgotten."

 

[Jude]

Jude snerks and nods.

 

[Aerinn]

Kate pushes her chair back and leans back in it, propping her combat-booted feet up on the table, legs crossed at the ankles. She checks her Twitter feed on her phone to see what Russell is talking about. She reads, and after a while starts to scowl. "Bickering like fucking five year old serial killers."

 

[Jude]

"Hey, I resent that," Jude says, grinning good-naturedly. "I'm at least a 10-year-old serial killer."

 

[Requine]

((Give me a few minutes, Aaron has a cluster headache. If necessary I'll post as Havelock for him))

 

[Sarah Willis]

"Yo. Official channels suck ass, by the by." Sarah steps in, a bulky misshapen bag slung over her back. "Am I welcome to this party? I -do- still remember how to make people stop doing things without magic horseshit, believe it or not." She sets the bag down, black with blue trim, and sits at the table.

A soft clink announces the presence of her worn sidearms, and that damn ugly-ass knife she carries all the time. "Blake. Rrrrrrussell?" She offers an apologetic smile to Russel K. "Kate, Jude. Cass's fella coming, too?"

 

[Sarah Willis]

"I don't know if we already divvied up positions or not, but... Uh. I'm pretty good at mixed-weapon CQC. And I like shotguns. No surgeon, but."

 

[Russell K. Kobayashi]

Russell gives her a half-smile, and nods towards the coffeemaker. "Far as we know."

 

[Aerinn]

Kate gestures at Darius Powell. "Sarah, meet the complimentary personality-free Venetian here to stop us doing anything too useful."

 

[Sarah Willis]

"Oh, dang, mine is really pliable usually. Shame he's not the red tape on this crime scene, we'd be all over." Sarah nods at Darius. "Exaggerating, obviously, sir."

 

[Jude]

Jude waves at Sarah. "How is Terry? He's not on Twitter much these days."