[No, really, don't. There's too much work to do...but she's true to her word. It doesn't take long for her to make her way to the observation deck, pink hair tied back and boots thudding on the ground at a steady clip. Her own weapon--an oddly mechanical looking sword--is held in one hand, and a long rifle-type gun is in her other, held firmly but with her finger off the trigger mechanism anyway. She did say she'd take care of it, but first she needs to find him. She saw the picture on his file, sure, but it's different out here.]
[ He's leaning against the nearest wall, arms crossed over his armour—when he hears his name through the speaker filter in his helmet, he lifts off of the wall and walks toward her. ]
That's me.
[ ... The sword is kind of cool, he can admit that to himself. ]
[...Wow he's tall. She gives the thought a moment to run through her brain, then nods in greeting and extends the rifle, butt-first, towards him. It's seen some use, but it's well-maintained and she prefers the sword anyway.]
Here. You can use this for now. I'll get it back later.
[Just a loan, though. Everyone needs to keep their equipment handy and if that armor--so much like Chief's--means anything he's a weapon in his own right. But for now long range is key.]
[ He takes it without a word, holding it while looking it over. After a few moments, he nods and looks back at her. ]
Thanks. [ Again. It's better, having a gun. He doesn't want to immediately trust that it's not going to backfire on him, but he can't look into that right now. ] I spent most of the day in the Recreation Wing, under orders from an 'Ackerman.'
[ It's weird. It wasn't actually that long ago since he listened to Freelancer Command and Carolina as leaders, but he spent quite awhile as one himself. The orderly manner of everything is new and not new at all.
Being a soldier was good. Being a Freelancer again was not. ]
[Vakarian's assignment. Aeryn probably knew that, but at this point they don't have enough people to get that picky about who's working with who. She nods, shoving her fringe from her eyes a moment later.]
If she gives you an order, you follow it ahead of mine. Until then, we'll be patrolling and keeping an eye out. Stay close, but don't shoot anything or anyone that's wearing one of these.
[She shows him her wrist and the cuff on it, even as the other hand flicks the sword and, with the sound of shifting gears, it compacts itself into a rifle like shape.]
Understood. [ ... Commando. Tucker would have a field day. ] There's no exceptions? Everyone who belongs has one?
[ He hoists up the firearm she lent him, twisting around to give their surrounds one last look. It was as calm as... well, anything, given the circumstances. For the moment. ]
[Yep. The sword just did. She takes hold of it in both hands, stepping past him and deeper into the corridor.]
Everyone we've seen so far. They wouldn't be talking to us if they didn't.
[Hence the apparent constant need for headcounts. Anybody who doesn't answer is either missing, dead, or a problem. She's honestly just hoping for the first two right now.]
I've never seen anyone without a cuff, and I've been here a while. Something's wrong if they don't have one.
[ Wash wanted to make sure there wasn't an exception that he accidentally grew suspicious of. Not that he's going to be anything other than suspicious anyway... but needlessly suspicious. He follows her, checking the sighting on the gun and nodding to himself. Satisfactory after all. ]
[It gets the job done. Cool factor is irrelevant. ....okay yeah it is pretty cool.]
It's fast enough that the instructors can't keep up with it, and no one's seen it. We don't know what it looks like yet. [a second's pause, then:] It can also camouflage itself, apparently. We might not see it at all.
[ That makes him uneasy, and he hesitates before actually responding. ]
Has anyone ruled out something using certain technology? Via energy readouts, scans—anything like that?
[ He's seen invisibility being used to kill before. Not to mention the other armour enhancements the Freelancers had; at the least, it makes him worried that it's something similar. ]
We don't have the equipment for that. The instructors might, but they're not the sharing types.
[All they've got--all she's got--is nightvision. Maybe heat or x-ray if any of those things from the sims is actually really ready to be used. Otherwise...]
[ Well shit. That's basically all he can come up with right now: shit. With a sigh as his only response, he peers around the corners they pass, even if it's not on their actual route—Agent Worrington, to be honest. ]
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It is. We're making sure everyone's accounted for and not working alone. Is that going to be a problem?
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No. Where do you want me?
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Stay where you are. I'll come to you.
FROM: farron.claire@cdc.org
Do you have a weapon?
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No, not yet.
[ Sure, he can probably count himself as a weapon.
But he wants a gun. Or at least a knife. ]
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Right. I'll take of that.
FROM: farron.claire@cdc.org
See you soon.
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Thanks.
and to action?
Don't mention it.
[No, really, don't. There's too much work to do...but she's true to her word. It doesn't take long for her to make her way to the observation deck, pink hair tied back and boots thudding on the ground at a steady clip. Her own weapon--an oddly mechanical looking sword--is held in one hand, and a long rifle-type gun is in her other, held firmly but with her finger off the trigger mechanism anyway. She did say she'd take care of it, but first she needs to find him. She saw the picture on his file, sure, but it's different out here.]
Washington?
action!
That's me.
[ ... The sword is kind of cool, he can admit that to himself. ]
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Here. You can use this for now. I'll get it back later.
[Just a loan, though. Everyone needs to keep their equipment handy and if that armor--so much like Chief's--means anything he's a weapon in his own right. But for now long range is key.]
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Thanks. [ Again. It's better, having a gun. He doesn't want to immediately trust that it's not going to backfire on him, but he can't look into that right now. ] I spent most of the day in the Recreation Wing, under orders from an 'Ackerman.'
[ It's weird. It wasn't actually that long ago since he listened to Freelancer Command and Carolina as leaders, but he spent quite awhile as one himself. The orderly manner of everything is new and not new at all.
Being a soldier was good. Being a Freelancer again was not. ]
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[Vakarian's assignment. Aeryn probably knew that, but at this point they don't have enough people to get that picky about who's working with who. She nods, shoving her fringe from her eyes a moment later.]
If she gives you an order, you follow it ahead of mine. Until then, we'll be patrolling and keeping an eye out. Stay close, but don't shoot anything or anyone that's wearing one of these.
[She shows him her wrist and the cuff on it, even as the other hand flicks the sword and, with the sound of shifting gears, it compacts itself into a rifle like shape.]
They're our people. We're not after them.
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Understood. [ ... Commando. Tucker would have a field day. ] There's no exceptions? Everyone who belongs has one?
[ He hoists up the firearm she lent him, twisting around to give their surrounds one last look. It was as calm as... well, anything, given the circumstances. For the moment. ]
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Everyone we've seen so far. They wouldn't be talking to us if they didn't.
[Hence the apparent constant need for headcounts. Anybody who doesn't answer is either missing, dead, or a problem. She's honestly just hoping for the first two right now.]
I've never seen anyone without a cuff, and I've been here a while. Something's wrong if they don't have one.
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Okay.
[ Wash wanted to make sure there wasn't an exception that he accidentally grew suspicious of. Not that he's going to be anything other than suspicious anyway... but needlessly suspicious. He follows her, checking the sighting on the gun and nodding to himself. Satisfactory after all. ]
Anything else I should be aware of?
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It's fast enough that the instructors can't keep up with it, and no one's seen it. We don't know what it looks like yet. [a second's pause, then:] It can also camouflage itself, apparently. We might not see it at all.
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Any guesses on the size? Weight?
[ He saw the container it supposedly came in, but not the bodies. He doesn't want to make approximations from just that. ]
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[Just clicking. Incessantly clicking. She'll be hearing that in her sleep for weeks.]
My guess is it's human sized, but no one's found any tracks to say one way or the other. We're pretty much running blind.
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Has anyone ruled out something using certain technology? Via energy readouts, scans—anything like that?
[ He's seen invisibility being used to kill before. Not to mention the other armour enhancements the Freelancers had; at the least, it makes him worried that it's something similar. ]
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[All they've got--all she's got--is nightvision. Maybe heat or x-ray if any of those things from the sims is actually really ready to be used. Otherwise...]
We haven't ruled anything out yet. Stay sharp.
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