Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
"Busy. And, uh. He's trying to set up some... stuff. So." Sarah looks down, smiling slightly. "It's still uncertain, though, but I don't want to jinx it."
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OPERATION: Hidden Dragon
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Blake's Extraction Team
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- Thread Starter
- #103
Powell looks back at you, completely unfazed. "Considering what's going on on Twitter, and the reports I'm getting from around the globe, perhaps you need some restraint, hm?"
Derek Havelock shoulders his way through the door, looking tired. There are lines under his eyes. "Sorry I'm late." He says. "Had to aid the Inquisition with interrogatin' the suspect. Man didn't feel like talkin'."
He pours himself a cup of coffee and drains it, hardly seeming to care about the taste.
"Cass is..." He hesitates here. "She's... as OK as we can hope. They've commandeered her phone, of course. Used text to speech as a psychological dick move, 'til she shouted the state she was in." Here, Derek actually smiles, despite himself. "Between that and the video, it's clear they ain't making much progress. My little hellion. Anyways, despite having a fuck ton of glass and tech - they're really not that armed. 60 troops, and they have to trade off on rifles for patrols. The big thing is the anti-Bee gas. And..."
Here Derek's face darkens.
"Someone sold Cass out." He growls.
Derek Havelock shoulders his way through the door, looking tired. There are lines under his eyes. "Sorry I'm late." He says. "Had to aid the Inquisition with interrogatin' the suspect. Man didn't feel like talkin'."
He pours himself a cup of coffee and drains it, hardly seeming to care about the taste.
"Cass is..." He hesitates here. "She's... as OK as we can hope. They've commandeered her phone, of course. Used text to speech as a psychological dick move, 'til she shouted the state she was in." Here, Derek actually smiles, despite himself. "Between that and the video, it's clear they ain't making much progress. My little hellion. Anyways, despite having a fuck ton of glass and tech - they're really not that armed. 60 troops, and they have to trade off on rifles for patrols. The big thing is the anti-Bee gas. And..."
Here Derek's face darkens.
"Someone sold Cass out." He growls.
Terry knocks on the door politely, before entering. He's dressed in the usual Venice armor, sans vest. He places some files on the table and nods. "Sorry for intruding, ahem, thought I'd listen in" He nods at Powell. "Darius. I see you're our red tape connoseur for the evening." He looks at the others. "Right. Why I'm here. I'm the.. secretary of this mission. Sending helicopters, making sure you're all well and such. For Venice. I could get you there on my heli, ofcourse."
Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
"... Well, that's a pretty short list, when it comes down to it, isn't it?" Sarah stiffens in her seat.
"Welcome to the Information Age," Russell mutters, tucking away his phone. He seems less than pleased by what he's been seeing online. "So wh -- " He stiffens at Derek's last words. "...what?!"
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- #108
"The Eye and the Inquisition both have eyes on the sight. And Cass ain't brainwashed, not yet. She'd fight every fuckin' attempt to get her out of there. Don't think she could stop them, but she'd make damn sure they were spotted. Look, to the Dawnbreak - this is small potatoes. They're ready to die, down to a man, to send a message."
He pinches the bridge of his nose with both fingers. "This is why I fucking hate cults so much."
"And yeah, I am 100% sure someone sold Cass out. They knew she'd be there. They knew her route. They knew everything. Shit that I didn't even know, and I'm the one comin' home to her every night, y'know?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose with both fingers. "This is why I fucking hate cults so much."
"And yeah, I am 100% sure someone sold Cass out. They knew she'd be there. They knew her route. They knew everything. Shit that I didn't even know, and I'm the one comin' home to her every night, y'know?"
"I.. I could suspect who it is. And.. speaking to Miss Mereland, we both figured out who it is. Her aide. Or, one of them. It's..perfect, really. When you think about it." Terry frowns, leaning back against something.
((Sorry, will have to miss that, that'll be in the latter half of my work day...))
Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
"You mean the controlling dickhead who... Yeah. I kinda already knew. Grace uh. Got him. And she's not real used to being a bad guy, long story short. I suggested she ship him to Toolbox for the time being, since I don't know what the Inquisition would do to him." Sarah pops her neck, seemingly a nervous habit.
Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
Sarah turns to Kate. "Dude confessed before Grace even touched him, according to her. Said it was on accident, but he DOES have access to all her shit, as effectively her personal assistant. Little shitty Doyle."
"No, Doyle." He says, with a sigh. "Doyle. The little shit. I could have cornered him in the spa. We could have suggested it was him. But we didn't. So." Terry eyes Kate. "My proof is probably Grace Mereland and the fact that she tortured him. During the torture, crucial info was recovered that-." He nods at Sarah. "..which Toolbox recovered."
Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
"-Venice- business, you mean." Sarah nods at Darius. "We're trying to keep him mostly intact till his captain is returned, you know?"