[Shaman_Yuri]

"The safest course for the world is to kill her," I respond immediately. "She's gifted and she knows this biological vector better than anyone.  She made it.  She's also proven to be more interested in her own safety than in anyone else that might be harmed.  Whoever has her can make her do whatever they want, morals and ethics be damned.  If this were my op, I'd want her dead rather than leave her in any hands but our own. But I agree, Yelena-sensei, this team can't handle her. And thinking only of this team, of all the options killing her puts us all in the most danger. I'd think following the original contract Arc agreed to would be the safest course for us.  I'll be honest, I have little skin in this game.  These factions have not been my business until now, and I honestly have no investment in the world beyond satisfying Electra.  If the world ends, then that is Allah's Will.  And I still get my justice."

Still incomplete, will add expressions and non-verbal things later

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc looked over the message and relented, holding her head and giving it a bit of a shake.  "whatever, send it.  I'll call him myself"  sending out the option for the others to listen in as they wanted, Arc looked to the others as they joined her.

'we got one hell of a cockup going on.  We know geek in ain't a safe option as it pisses everyone off.  We hand to the feds, talk of bio warfare of whatever drew may happen.  And the Dust?  They ain't better."  she dug through her archives, pulling up a piece of footage dug up in relation to the club...the experiments in Eastern Europe, the explosions, all that.  "feds are a maybe on things going to drek, and the dust is a definite.  I need answers, or at least a damn good reason to risk my hoop on slotting NineLives..."  she punched in the number, setting up the call with Blake.

"Hoi.  I need a reason from you, omae.  I'm about to stick my hoop all out in the air for a pisses off NineLives slot stick on the idea of a maybe.  A maybe I can't risk.  If you can't give me assurance that this hot potato of loaded up drek is going into proper hands, then I'm gonna have no choice but to follow through.  You know me, Blake, and I've just about died twice for this slitch.  What's it gonna be?

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena nods at Firefly.  "Decker mage getting understanding.  Not much we can do save world.  Just hope not blow up and all die.  Other than that, we live lives."

She also nods at Arc as they listen in to the call she makes to Blake. 

[ismilealot]

Dana is still. Tusks knows she's awake because of the slight turn of her head towards her voice when she started speaking, not that she could move much more than that underneath the trolls knee, but other than that almost imperceptible move away when Tusks mentions her legacy Dana gives no indication of having heard.

@ Arc  >>I have no idea what you've just been through, but I can guess. And the only reassurance I can give you is that I'm in this game to save lives. Every single one of Stewarts Op's have saved hundreds, and sometimes thousands of lives. Yes, he's a cheap, manipulative SOB. But he's a manipulative SOB who goes back after an Op and makes sure the people he saved have the tools to rebuild their lives. I told you once I don't work for the feds. I work for Stewart. And this is still one of his Op's, and that means that the people I'm handing your package to have the best chance of making good with it. That's all I got. If it's not good enough tell me now.<<

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc listened to Blake's statements about the situation, and who he was setting up to pick up this mage.  She may not have known the older Ork for very long, but she had developed a fair skill of reading people, which can be lifesaving in a district like the Redmond Barrens.  To her, Blake was legit.  He didn't mince words with her.

Still, during the talking, she muted her voice from the call for a moment, taking a few shaky steps to face Marco, green cyber eyes staring intently up at him.  "it doesn't matter water the outside looks like, these guys are now much more involved than they deserve to be omae.  That's on you.  We are stepping out to make the transfer and covering our tracks till it is done.  Something I know you can do."  she paused to let that sink in before continuing, speaking as evenly as she can.  "what you're gonna do now is head in there, find Alyce, and admit you tipped their location to potential feds.  You will tell them you are sorry, that we will cover best we can, and if they need it, I will personally help them relocate, which is total drek but may have to be because of these actions.  No arguments, aught omae?"

Turning back, she flipped her voice back on, thinking about her words.

"I hear ya, Blake.  If you wanted to screw us, you woulda done so a while.  I've made a decision, and we are sticking to this.  A couple things to add.  This location should never have been shared.  Honest working civvies are around and don't need to be involved.  Can I have your word that this place will be stricken from record?

"Also, the fact I'm blowing off the Dust in the not fin way leaves me on a stick or three.  I've got an idea for a cover, bit unknown if it will stick.  With all the evidence we have given, can we shut this place down soon?"

...also, we are finding stuff that there are glove fishes involved with this op.  Tread careful with what you got."

She paused and waited, exchanging looks with those present while the answer came back...

glove fishes=code for government officials

[gilga]

Marco tells Arc they took an entire van just to give us a place to crush for an hour or so, "I'll tell her alright I have nothing to hide but nobody expects to make so much money in such a short time without complications... "

Marco approaches Alyce and notify him about the text he send Blake he shows her the exact phrasing and add "They might be feds, so sorry if it damages you. If I can make it up to you I would. I am kind of new in this. "
Luckily he did not share the exact address but rather the crossing of the two nearest streets not because he felt that it is sensitive but because of the way he thinks, street names and junctions rather than exact coordination. If Arc thinks that he is involving these guys too much than perhaps she knows what she is talking about. She grew up in here.

[ismilealot]

@ Arc Blake answers back, >>No place you go without a few specimens of fish to be found. Tell Stewarts twin I'm still waiting for a very private word with him. He can relay everything we say afterwards. But, I still need to read him the riot act. And there is absolutely no record of the address. Memory only. And no worries about blowing the dust off. I'm a fan of fresh air.<<

@ Marco  Alyce looks at you and says, "Damn this mess gets more fragged by the second. I'll tell everyone to clear everything out. If we need relocated I'll hand you the bill. But, right now I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. I'm not about to let you know a new location."

[gilga]

Marco smiles at Alyce "Completely understandable, I sort of don't trust anyone, myself included."

[ismilealot]

@ Marco Alyce gives you a hard look for a moment and then, "Hahaha!" The humor relaxes him and he just shakes his head with an amused grin at you and turns away. Calling out, "Time for Take-Out people. Think I'm in the mood for Bangers-n-Mash so lets hustle." Suddenly the shop is a hive of activity as gnomes prepare and pack everything to leave. Fortunately the last two chops are still on their beds but everything else needs rapidly packed. Chesh comes out of the kitchen quickly, "Take Out. Damn, just when I was getting used to home cooking." her head shakes as she rapidly joins a crew packing up what look to be parts of an Ares Roadster. "Can't say as I'm surprised with the way the day's gone though." They'll be at it for a bit. Even as efficient a crew as this needs time to pack all the tools and equipment the shop needs.

[gilga]

@Marco tells Blake - "Any chance we get to see you tonight? will be fun to see a familiar face, if you cannot come to party with us send a geo-tagged selfie! "

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc hmmed as she heard the answers, her mind processing the coding to get the underlying message with a little time.  Finally, she let out her breath and gave a nod.

"Sounds about right, omae.  We will be a go from here.  Here's Marco with his answer..."

Letting the elf take the horn, she gave a nod to the others.   "Looks like we will be making the switch in about fifteen...enough time to load up what we picked up on the bikes and get there...excuse me, I gotta relay this drek to Alyce.."

Stepping out, Arc's steps were still a bit shaky, but she managed just fine.  Stepping through the door, she walked in to see the bevy of commotion, the gnome choppers all busying to pack up.  Eyes flared open for a moment as she got a bit disoriented, but after righting herself, she was able to spot out Alyce, who she pulled aside very quick.

Getting on a knee, she kept her voice low to speak only to him.  "Yo, so uh...I spoke with my contact.  While we dealing with feds, he ain't fed.  Given me his word your place is off record, not even a post it.  I take responsibility for the drek all put through you guys, but just know I am grateful for it, aight?"  She offered a faint smile, glancing back and briefly making eye contact with Chesh.  "Let me know how I can help with this, aight?"

[ismilealot]

@ Marco >>I'll be at the party. Was just hoping for your own personal brand of private word. I understand if it's a no can do. We'll go with another option.<< Blake.

@ Arc Alyce looks her dead in the eye and says, "I'm not starting drek all with blame and pointing fingers and getting all drama like a high elf mama. I'll wait it out an see how things go down. But, you know how this drek works. This place is made, your cred is mud. But for now we need to clear on out. Not much call with the feds for choppers."

[gilga]

>>If it can wait for the party then it is easiest for me - otherwise I was not kidding about geotaged selfie.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena watches all of the activity and waits for Arc to indicate it is time to leave.

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc smirked a little and lowered her gaze, giving her head a nod.  "I get ya omae.  It's why i'm pissed that slipped in the first place.  But like I said, if my word mean anything, you'll be fine.  You hit me up if you be takin' that cred back, and when I can check on Chesh, aight?"  Leaving it to that, she stood up, taking a moment to reorient herself, and gave a nod to Marco before departing back to the rest of the group.

"Well, why we all standin' around like some kinda funeral, chummers?  Let's load the bikes up.  Y, I think TriggerT might like to buy off summadis drek that we don't want, what you think?"

Grabbing some stuff herself, she did the best she could to load it up, glancing to Firefly and giving a nod.  "Glad to see ya on your feet...and glad for yo skill.  I owe ya, 'ken."

Realizing that the rush to her head was from the exertion, Arc gave herself some pause, turning in place before settling her eyes on Tuskaloosa.  Over the mage who didn't seem to be responding at the moment.  Stepping over, she offered a hand to the troll.   "Thanks.  Would be a drek loss if not for ya.  Now how about we get outta here and finish this job, hm?"