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Jude watches until Kate is gone, then looks to Blake. "I need to chat with you privately." She holds up her phone; the screen is displaying a Twitter app. "DMs, or do you have some other preference?"
"See you then, Mr. Blake!" he chimed in, his expression bloomed into excitement. Woohoo, they are going to save Cassandra in a rambo fashion after all!
"It's nice meeting you all," he bowed slightly to remaining people in attendance of the conference. "I will see you at Agartha, eight o'clock."
Nevaan slid out of his seat, straining to find his footing. As he righted himself to a composed form, a quiet mechanical hiss emitted from his right leg and he returned to a limp-like stride. He gave a wave to Jude, Sarah and Blake and a slight bow to Russell and Havelock before pivoting on his prosthetic foot to turn and depart.
Russell, having checked all his gear and satisfied himself that it's in order, carefully repacks it. "I'll see you guys at the rendezvous, then." He nods at the others as he hefts his ruck, starts to leave, then hesitates as he starts to pass Havelock. He turns, clapping the man gently on the shoulder. "We'll get her out safely, man," he promises quietly, then continues on his way out.
Terry nods, silently writing down what they talked about. After they left, he heads back to basecamp and looks at the suggestions. He moves to pick up a phone from his desk. "Right. Hey. This is Exorcist Erekon, helping a team of other factions with a mission, authorization code One-One-Nine-Eight-Five-Six-Victor-Charlie-Echo. I'd like to put in a order for uh.. one of the newer sleek heli's we confiscated from Orochi and book a off-site sim hall for training. Yeah. And also like ten orders of grappling hook sets. And hrm.. get everyone a bulletproof vest. Yeah. Alright. I'll keep in touch." He hangs up and spins a pen around his finger. "Right, well..That's it I guess."
Marli goes over to the book she begins to thumb through the handwritten notes. Looks over to the coffee maker still airing off to the side, giving it a scowl as the smell of old coffee is an assault on the senses.
She then takes the book and heads out of the room via the same method.
Unit Crosswired looks in the room. He stares impassively with glowing blue eyes. He looks around to see if there is a security camera in the room. If there is, he'll track the feed down to review what was discussed.
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