Arc looked up, easing back a little upon seeing the Predator, letting out a low whistle as she sipped her coffee. "Dayum...and I didn't even get you any fragging roses. Don't I feel like a slitch" The human listened carefully, thinking it over. Duck didn't show, that was for certain, so there would be no complaints if she trusted this keeb. She just had a vibe. Letting out a small sigh, she nodded, balancing the tart atop her coffee and reaching back, pulling out her Predator and setting it on her workbench next to the Ingram, letting her enter fully.
"If that be what you here for, then you can speak freely. We all in this deal, cuz if we don't, fraggin' corpsec gonna drop a deuce all over this hood and glass it. This our home an' we protect it, ya heard?" She took the cigar, sharing the light and sitting back, taking a small puff of it and inhaling, just in time for Feathers to arrive. Taking a deep breath, and realizing that she was the one with half of the good intel, Arc stepped up, taking the center of the room.
"Aight, so by what we be talkin' about, we gotta fight this thing on two fronts. Feathers here, or mage Turnstall, whatever you fraggin' prefer.." She pointed at the older man, indicating him. "..is gonna be in charge of the mojo team, which I believe he has been puttin' drek together for. Some Howlers, some locals, but all people wantin' to protect they homes. Good people. Raven here..." She then pointed at the masked individual. "Has been marked by the Ol' Smiley. I saw it myself, this spirit is a mean drekker. She is being used as a lure, and from what I gather, Lash here is the trog who is gonna keep her safe. As far as countermeasures and drek go, Feathers, I leave that splainin' to you cuz I don't know drek."
"As for the other front...Ol' Smiley's been bound to a slitch. A young keeb that was witness to somethin' she should never have been...big Ancients hit, whole family slaughtered. Apparently she went cookoo, got all mojo, and is now living in the sewers and bound to this fragger. Olena..." She glanced at the elf, a brow raised. "You say you've been hired to do just that. I'd be much curious to learn the drek is pulling these strings, but I ain't gonna complain now. I can't get ahold of Duck, 'Rack, Red, or Khali, so it looks like it is just you and me leading a ragtag of Howlers against her. As for where..." She gave a grin. "I've already confirmed her hunting grounds are in the Barrens..."
Hitting her commlink ARO, she broadcasted the sensor net she had placed around the area as a visual ARO along the wall, pointing to it. "I've got these all around the city feeding me info 24/7. Twice I've already seen this slitch, and it ain't pretty.." Arc broadcasted the image of the emaciated, blank-eyed elf, looking like from some horror trid. "I saw her twice last night...I'm running full on Long Haul, so I'm able to keep track live.." Well, that explained her alertness while looking sleep deprived... "So I've seen her twice. From here...S2...to Fragging here in W4...she's eating stuff...I hate to think what, but I did note that this girl has got fraggin' feral ghouls backing away. I don't fragging like that."
"So, from what we know of this thing, we got to act tonight, or we ain't gonna be able to do drek and can kiss this hoop of a hood goodbye. Anyone have any idea for a plan?"