@Saithor_____________
Callie's voice begins to answer but then the line crackles as it is picked up and taken off her. A deep, guttural, accented voice answers after a second or two.
Ah, the messenger arrives. Do not be stupid. we will not let her go quite that easily. Come in here. We want to talk.
@Lumen___________
Your blade pierces his throat, sliding in above the heavy ceramic plating that absorbed your last effort. A gush of arterial blood sprays onto the deck as his cardiac system desperately attempts to maintain systemic pressure, to no avail.
Heavy footsteps up the gangplank behind you let you know your lads were ready and at your six. With the crew scrambling to positions, it was up to you how you began the assault. The cargo hatch directly in front still had it's lift on the ascent to the deck and probably contained what you were looking for, but the bridge off to your left would allow you to sieze the command and control of the craft swiftly and organise from there.
Decide how you want to proceed mate, which direction and whether you're splitting the attack or concentrating forces
@Zwei_______
She begins to sob and the nursing staff moved over to comfort her, gently explaining that she'd had a bleed and the next few days would determine just how well she'd heal.
They promised to do everything they could over the next few months and you suddenly realised the astronomical advantage your family had over the majority of people in the world and certainly in your "industry".
The cost of the rehab would have broken many lesser able families and SiNless were flat out denied through the door unless they'd been shot, stabbed or were in police custody.
You spent the rest of the afternoon trying to console your mum, helping her eat her meals and discussing her condition, prognosis and immediate future with various members of the rehab team and felt thoroughly drained by late afternoon. Your mum fell asleep with a raspy snore and you finally had a bit of time to digest and absorb the onslaught of information the day had thrown at you.
I'll leave it up to you whether you want to continue the scene or move onto the VR meet with bex; she pings over the meet details late evening and the host is another bleak white off-the-shelf one like last time.
@Profgast_________
You're awoken from your sleep shortly after 3am, dragging your brain back into the wakeful world took a few disorientated seconds to do, but a quick scan of the AR alerts showed that the Fly-Spy was low on power and was about to attempt to land. A separate alarm showed that the Flying-eye had been blown off-course some 500metres and the pilot software could not overcome the adverse weather conditions, and it was requesting your intervention to resolve. You cursed it's weak hoverjets but concsiously realised that it wasn't really the drone designed for such a job.
You felt the wind tugging at the sides of the van and wooshing through the trees that lined the old road and sensed that the recon work was going to be much harder than you'd bargained for, a quick scan of the Van's suite showing that it had begun to snow heavily in the hour you'd been asleep.
