Going For Shots

Editor's Note: The following discussion took place immediately after the Sahara Run

Xavier Darnai: Three years of vacation had done a number on Xavier's ability to fire accurately. Granted where his skill was these days would have been fine for most, but he knew that he had lost more than he cared to admit. This meant frequent trips to a firing range. It was never entirely uncommon for him to be found at one, but he had been spending more time than usual at them lately. The indoor range in the middle of the busy down town area was one of his favorite; built into the sub basement of a building two flights of stairs down, they had a very strict bring your own weapons rule, minimizing the number of amateur shooters and walk-in traffic. A single man at a desk who offered various types of munitions for shooters renting a space was at a counter in the walk-in area at street level, and the winding stairs leading down did a decent job of eating most of the echo. Tonight, however, he was the only one present making use of the range. His suit jacket had been hung up on a hook at the end of the stall, the sleeves of his button up rolled passed his elbows, the red tie he wore was pinned in place to ensure it stayed out of the way. The custom firearm was in his shoulder harness, but all his magazines had been set on the firing counter along with boxes of disposable rounds. Holding a magazine in his bandaged left, he thumbed a handful of cartridges into it with the sort of methodical grace of a habitual creature that had truly practiced the task at hand. A cigarette was in the corner of his mouth, half burned, and an ash tray sat by the boxes of ammo, filled with stubs. He had been here a while.

Kathova Daleth: Kat hadn't been on a firing range in months. It was well past time, and when she arrived, her sidearm in its case, she headed for the front desk. For target practice, she'd use 115 grain FMJ. It lacked the stopping power of the rounds used in the field, but it was cleaner. Too, the full metal jacket didn't gum things up the way standard lead ball did and Kat preferred them even when target shooting. She got checked in, then headed downstairs to her assigned lane. She had her hearing protection hanging around her neck and the amber lensed shooting glasses propped on top of her head as she moved down the row. Her lips twitched upward as she set the case down, seeing who was there just a lane or so over.

Sean ColIins: ::There wasn't any such thing as coincidence. Collins believed that, way deep down, yanno, where things counted. And yet he showed up at the range because he just needed to shoot something. He could have done a high class three- piece suit, but he did his own take one it - The worn blue jeans, grey t-shirt, and the black leather coat, still musky from wearing it out in the rain all those hours on that last job. He checked in with the old army issue Colt, but not the one that talked to him. That one he tried to keep buried but for special occasions. He put on the regulation glasses and adjusted the volume on the music he was experiencing through the ear protection. The Doors' "Love Me Two Times" blaring as he stepped into his firing lane::

Xavier Darnai: Xavier's brow lift as he caught the motion of one passing by, and then the other as he finished loading a second magazine, moving on to the third. Sean was right in a sense. Coincidences were just the failure to take credit for being lucky. Picking up a third empty magazine, it was quickly loaded with the .45 ACP, a close enough choice to his typical for the weapon that it would let him practice the finer points of his accuracy training before moving on to the 'proper' selection. Twelve rounds into each, and a fourth was loaded. There was a little bit of a smirk in the corner of his lip that wasn't holding the cigarette as he noted the ear protection and the safety glasses. Most would have called Xavier careless, or reckless, and they might have been right, but the few that knew him professionally also knew there was a method to his actions. He had no plugs, no glasses. And as soon as the final magazine was filled the firearm came out, his finger already on the trigger, the weapon was slapped down onto the pillar of waiting pain delivery. There was no safety on the weapon, and so with a quick twist of his body and the first pull of the double action trigger, he began the barrage. BRAKRAKRAK ... BRAKRAKRAK ... BRAKRAKRAK ... BRAKRAKRAK. The quad set of three round bursts emptied the magazine in a matter of moments, and with a flip of his right thumb and a twist of his wrist, the magazine was ejected, tossed to the side as the weapon came down on the third magazine and reloaded it in a display of fluid gun play that most wouldn't think had a practical application.

Sean ColIins: ::No. That wasn't right. Collins flipped the playlist. Experienced something else in his ears. Something far more fitting. John Lee Hooker started up with the push of a button, and with just another button, the target in his lane fled backwards. And as it fled he drew from the low slung hip holster, brought it up and fired twice, thumbing back with the single action Colt. One in the head, one in the chest. The target kept moving backwards. One in the head. One in the chest. The target was as far back as the yard would get. One in the chest. One in the...ear. Sean smirked, holstered the six gun:: Boom boom boom boom. Haw haw haw haw. Suppose I should work on that last one.

Kathova Daleth: Kat slid her ears and eyes on, then loaded her magazines, laying them out on the counter. She hit the button and ran the frame in, then attached her target and ran it back out. She glanced over at Sean and smirked. No, coincidences were not high on her list of possibles. Providence, sure. Coincidence, not really. Once she had the target run back, she loaded the first mag into the Beretta. No waste of motion as she lifted the weapon and fired off three rounds, smooth and easy, no pull of trigger, but rather a smooth squeeze, three times over, center mass. The next three went into the head of the target. Another three for the left lateral thoracic, three more for the right external iliac. The last three went to the head. When she ran the target back up, the shot to shit target bore a smiley face.

Xavier Darnai: Truly, who shoots a man in the ear. Sweeping up the firearm again with a stiff hold, properly ready to absorb the recoil of the weapon, again the four-wave set of triple taps. Two to the chest, one on each side of the rib cage, the third just above the right eye, and a little in towards center. His spread was not as clean as he would have liked it. Keeping the aim tight on spreaded targeting was causing him trouble. The second shot tended to stray high or to the left, and the third shot was hitting premature, striking lower on the face than he would have intended. Another flip of his wrist and press of his thumb, and the magazine was ejected before the hilt of the firearm was slammed down on the second magazine filled. Eryn had put it most accurately. He was showing his age. "...bollocks."

Sean ColIins: ::Sean flicked open the cylinder on his Colt, dumped the expended cartridges and reloaded with a six shot speeder. He holstered it, and then drew up immediately, fired all six shots at the target - One in each eye, the nose, and then cheekbones and forehead. He pressed the button to bring the target back, slipped a toothpick in his mouth as he holstered the Colt:: That's a bit more like it.

Kathova Daleth: Dropping the spent mag, she laid the piece down, marked the holes she'd already made in the target with a sharpie, then sent the target back. Stepping back from the line, looked over toward Xavier. "Muscle memory giving you fits?" Did one lose muscle memory when losing a limb? She'd heard of amputees that had itches on limbs gone twenty years. Would muscle phantom memory carry over to a prosthetic limb? She glanced toward Sean, chuckled, then stepped back up to the line and loaded a fresh mag.

Sean ColIins: Do you two copy down my schedule and then follow me around? Or am I just accidentally ending up with all the cool people?

Kathova Daleth: "You naturally gravitate toward coolness." She nodded, even if he couldn't see her behind the barrier and started firing off the next magazine, in three round bursts, adjusting her aim with each to hit critical areas.

Xavier Darnai: Looking down the firing lanes at the quick back and forth between the pair, he smirked a bit. Holstering the weapon for a moment, he shook his head and removed the cigarette. "Not quite. Wasn't ever a left handed shooter." True to form, Xavier had been firing with his right. "But I spent a bit longer without a gun in my own hand, so it'd be safe to say there's a bit've rust on the skill." An irony, considering it was flesh and blood that had been giving him trouble.

Kathova Daleth: "I was trained to use either hand with equal skill, though firearms I am still working on, in that regard." Where she was from, there were no firearms. "Any bladed wearpon, though..." She chuckled and ran the target back in, repeated the process of marking off the holes with Sharpie, before she ran it back out.

Sean ColIins: Oh, yeah? ::about the bladed weapons comment:: I mean, I remember you being good, but...I also remember knowing your way around a blade was a prerequisite for being in my crew. So how good with them are you?

Xavier Darnai: A quick glance was given to the pair of them as he flicked a bit of the burn off into the tray. Perhaps his saying he was never a left handed shooter was a bit of a misnomer, but he'd lost his left arm so long ago that he didn't think of using it as 'shooting' really. Besides, there were other considerations to be had regarding his being armed.

Kathova Daleth: "Grew up with them. Literally. My father made the foolish mistake of letting me train alongside my brothers. A fact he regretted when it came time to companion me off and wanted me to wear skirts instead of trousers." Which was why she'd run off, dressed in her brothers' clothes and bearing their names.

Sean ColIins: Literally? Like, you put a yellow yarn wig on one, finger-painted eyes and a mouth on one, and cuddled up with a deadly dolly? ::He was obviously kidding. Kat hadn't grown up coddling kewpie dolls and Sean knew it without having read her file. Right now, he was just giving her shit. To see how she'd take it. Knowing how she'd take it. Maybe goading her a little. For the reaction::

Kathova Daleth: "Caressed it like a lover, too." She gave him a sultry look, blew him a kiss; then smirked and stepped back up to the line to empty the next mag into the target that was fast becoming Swiss cheese.

Sean ColIins: ::He grinned broadly, tapped an open hand against his chest rhythmically. Duh-dum-duh-dum-duh-dum. Beating heart::

Xavier Darnai: Pausing for a moment as he just sort of stared at the man, it saddened him for a moment that he was the most reliable operative available for going dark. It dawned on him that there was something about the fact that he could still be immature tied to his ability to remain sane, but at the same time he was noting a pattern about the people he surrounded himself with.

Sean ColIins: ::Xavier didn't have to be sad about Sean's level of immaturity. He should goddamned know by now that the vast majority of it was an act. The other part of it was for grins, though. That was true::

Kathova Daleth: Poor Xavier. Surrounded by nutcases. Yep. Definite reflection of his preference of personnel. Kat ran the target back once her mag was empty and pulled the target down. She'd run enough ammo through it for now.

Xavier Darnai: "So, you've managed to make it out've North Africa and with all've the faculties that the two've you went in with at least." It would have been unfair to say all in Sean's case. Pressing the recall on his target, he quickly fired through all twelve rounds in what almost seemed like a solid burst, only a break long enough to eject the magazine and replace it with the other and use it to fill the approaching target with the remaining twelve rounds. Once more, he ejected the magazine with a little flip, sliding the empty weapon into the strapless holster. "Safe to assume that you're both willing to take on more work, neh?"

Sean ColIins: Well, you know me. Ta-da! ::He made jazz hands, rolled the toothpick in his mouth, and nodded in answer to the question:: I need something to occupy my time.

Kathova Daleth: "Ready when you are." She reloaded the magazines with the 124 grain ammo that she would use in the field and put her sidearm back in the case. She'd clean it once off the range itself, and load it as soon as she stepped out the door.

Xavier Darnai: "Good. I've a few things that're going to need a bit more hands on attention now that things're moving in Ukraine. The shipment that's come in has done a good bit to secure supply chains, but I've got the feeling someone's about to inadvertently make things very difficult for themselves."

Sean ColIins: That sounds exactly like the type of thing I should stay the fuck out of. Which is exactly what the last two gigs you had me on for sounded like.

Kathova Daleth: "Can't have that now can we?" She dropped her ears down around her neck again and propped the glasses atop her head as she leaned against a table along the back wall. She looked over at Sean. "Had issues?"

Sean ColIins: More issues than Playboy. But Hugh seems to be doing well for himself, so...

Xavier Darnai: "Someone's decided to swipe up some've the Black Bullets that nobody managed to get off the market. They've been twisted about, retooled." Pulling up the cigarette, he took a long hit and exhaled around him. "Took what were forty five Ay Pee Sees'n repressed them for three oh eights. Managed to shoot someone with two've'em."

Kathova Daleth: "Black bullets?" She looked between them, shifting in her lean against the table as her gaze slid back to Xavier.

Sean ColIins: I thought half the reason I went to Ukraine was to get rid of the demand for those, since, yanno, we'd mostly taken care of the supplier here. Did we miss a step?

Xavier Darnai: Both of his brows bounced up as his eyes closed, nodding once briefly. Leaning against the firing counter, he took another hit off the cigarette. "Taking care've the supplier unfortunately didn't take care of the supply. I don't know how many've'em're still out there, but we've got a slight advantage on this. Repressing them's going to cut their half life down quite a bit. Every one they take'n repress's another one that'll only be viable for a handful've weeks at best, and it's got to take them two're three of the forty fives to make a three oh eight." Glancing to Kat as his eyes opened again, he gave her a nod. "How much do you know about what's beyond the veil." It wasn't in any way intended to be a patronizing question, though it certainly could have sounded like it from most people.

Kathova Daleth: "Still in school on that. We didn't have much in the way of that back home. I mean sure you got your haruspexes taking omens, and seers, but we really are rather like newborns when it comes to the other side of things."

Xavier Darnai: "Right then." With a tilt of his head and a twist, the pop in his neck was quiet, but easy to catch in the otherwise quiet and hollow room. "There're things that're... unnaturally durable. They'll shrug off a hail've bullets quick as you can blink, and not think twice about it. But these Black Bullets? They level the field, as it were. Someone shot with one've'em'll have to deal with having been shot like it doesn't matter what they were prior."

Sean ColIins: In other words, if you shoot, say, a vampire, or a demon, with one of these bullets...it doesn't matter that they're a vampire or a demon or a...fuckin' demi-god It hurts 'em all the same. Sometimes tragically so. So the ammo is big on the black market.

Xavier Darnai: "And while the reasons're obvious, they're also unfortunately the wrong ones."

Kathova Daleth: "With all the beings that go bump in the night, the demand for those would be rather high. The obvious questions are who got a hold of them, where are they being held and retooled, and who is distributing? Follow the supply up the chain, and you find the source."

Sean ColIins: That's why I was in Ukraine for three months.

Kathova Daleth: "I am presuming that the two of you are a bit too well known..." One brow rose in question.

Sean ColIins: Well....we are in some circles, yes...In others...In most, really. Well, I can still blend in. Xav has a bit more history than I've yet made.

Xavier Darnai: "You'd have to define well known."

Sean ColIins: He's got a reputation. I'm trying to either make one, or avoid making one. Haven't decided yet.

Kathova Daleth: "Well known as in someone looking to take them off the market, as opposed to someone looking to buy."

Xavier Darnai: "We know where the Black Bullets originated, who had them third, and where the majority've them were heading. Those issues've been neutralized. We know how many were originally let into the market, but no real count've how many survived the round-up." One final hit off the cigarette was taken before he snuffed it out. "I do know where the one repressing them's been finding his targets, but haven't had the chance to look into who it is yet. Doesn't look like they're fans've a particular demographic. I'm burned on both fronts, unfortunately."

Sean ColIins: Which is why he's been hiring me. But I can't do all of this. Not on my own.

Xavier Darnai: "And I'd bring in the wrong type've attention."

Kathova Daleth: "What about me?" She looked between them, hands held out expressively. "No one knows me, which yes, can be a draw back if you're working your way up an organization, but as a buyer, it's less tricky."

Sean ColIins: Credentials can be provided. Sources sourced. We have people who can vouche for you.

Xavier Darnai: "If you're in on this, then we'll want to take a look at a longer term contract. This may go on for a bit."

Sean ColIins: Even if they haven't met you, yet. The thing is, Kat...We have pawns a-plenty. But very few knights.

Kathova Daleth: "So what do you need?" She looked between them again, then back to Xavier.

Xavier Darnai: "There's a bar not far from the Belyi, called the Dead End Lounge. One've the women there's been one've the targets. She'll know a bit more about who's targeted, and she's smart enough to know I hadn't been the shooter."

Sean ColIins: The owner's a good friend of mine. Of ours.

Kathova Daleth: "So you want me to find out who they're targeting?" She looked between them again. "And what? Warn them or sit on them until someone tries to kill them, then take the shooter?"

Xavier Darnai: "The targets're all the sort that only need to worry about being hit with a Black Bullet, little fear've the human condition's not exactly the worst thing in the world." Not to mention it wasn't the best neighborhood. "But popular opinion's that I'm a reasonable suspect. I can't exactly allow an investigation to go to warrant. As much as I'm not particularly inclined to interject myself in the order've things, I need these attacks to stop before someone decides to haul me into a station and ask questions they're not going to like answers to."

Kathova Daleth: "Okay so, the question is, who would gain from you falling under the watchful eye of the law?"

Sean ColIins: Do you have a notebook and maybe a pen with infinite ink? There are a few notables, though. Some serious players who would be interested. And could afford it.

Xavier Darnai: With a quiet scoff of laughter, he nodded his head a couple of times. "I'm not sure that anyone's looking to frame me on this specifically. If they are, I'm insulted. Wouldn't be the first time I've faced a frame job, but there's no doubt it's the laziest bloody attempt I've ever seen if it is. But there's a handful've civvies that'd be more than happy to see me out've the picture on a permanent basis because they're sour twats, and if they so much as point the police in my direction it'll be a bloody headache."

Kathova Daleth: "So it's sit on the targets or sit on the twats. Eventually someone will crop up that knows something. Find out who is dabbling in rounds that they shouldn't be, and squash them like a bug."

Xavier Darnai: "Can't say it'll always be glamorous, love. It's not all five day drives through the heart've the Saharan while avoiding nomadic bandit tribes." But there was a safe bet that there would be plenty of that as well.

Kathova Daleth: "Have you ever sailed a tall ship, for any great length of time? I don't mean days I mean months."

Sean ColIins: Metaphorically speaking, but literally, I have no idea how to raise a stern or even if that's a thing. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure you don't raise a stern.

Xavier Darnai: "I've had my fair share've endurance positions."

Kathova Daleth: "It sounds glamorous, exciting. When in reality it's a lot of nothing in between grueling hard work." She looked at Sean and shook her head. "Not unless you wish to plow into a wave and wash the decks in an unpleasant way."

Sean ColIins: That doesn't sound appealing even if you make it into innuendo But suffice to say that you have endured such feats, and are up for the task at hand.

Kathova Daleth: "It's not. It's a lot of scrubbing decks, and unwinding odd bits of line into oakum, and stitching canvas, and weaving fenders and scraping and painting and polishing, all to keep busy while the crew on watch sees to the actual sailing of the vessel. And don't get me started on rough weather... The point being, sitting on someone and waiting to see who takes a shot at them, or IF someone takes a shot at them, isn't something I would be unused to, in a manner of speaking."

Xavier Darnai: "Good. There's something Ghost's not saying about the attacks." Xavier was a capable reader of people, but beyond that he had been giving misdirecting answers long enough to know when someone else was holding back. The saying went that it took one to know one. "I'm not sure she's likely to tell me."

Kathova Daleth: "I can hang out, spend time with her, see if she'll open up to me. Girl talk and all that. What's she look like?"

Xavier Darnai: "Slim, brunette, average height. She's got the bedside manner've a cactus crossbred with a badger. Don't expect girl talk to go easily."

Kathova Daleth: "Got it." And she's at the Dead End Lounge, you say."

Xavier Darnai: "Most evenings, though she may be a bit more on the defensive lately after having been shot twice." Looking to his boxes of ammunition, he started packing them up, picking up his magazines from the catch pad in the corner and returning them to the empty slots of his shoulder harness. "I said that I'd make sure that whomever I'd had looking into it'd let her know that they're working on it, sort've announcing their proper intention, but I imagine you've got your own effective methods."

Kathova Daleth: "Well if she's not looking to open up, it might be better to play it close. Maybe come off as someone who's been on the receiving end. Was she actually hit or did the shooter miss completely?"

Xavier Darnai: "Shot twice. Didn't know what'd hit her the first time so she spent a week with the round in her, waiting for her body to push it out. When she found out why it hadn't, she went and got it pulled. Apparently the first one nearly put her down, but she learned well enough that she didn't wait so long for the second one."

Kathova Daleth: "And these rounds. What effect do they have on humans?"

Xavier Darnai: "There're a few types've creatures that go bump that'd normally be able to heal the damage in others, but not these. The wounds heal, no matter who're what's been shot, but no faster than a person'll recover from having been shot without any sort've bloody magical intervention."

Kathova Daleth: "And what do the rounds look like? Feel like? Any different than a normal round?"

Xavier Darnai: "The original forty five Ay Pee See's're red jackets, with a black projectile. Finish on them is matte, almost like you're looking at a flat black image. I haven't see one've the repressed rounds, but I can't imagine it's much better off, though the casings on them're just refinished brass and not the same metal've the originals."

Kathova Daleth: "Well, I'll hang, and see what comes of it, If things are progressing too slowly, or not at all, then I'll switch it up, but I think at first, I'll just step lightly."

Xavier Darnai: "Expenses, hazard if it comes to it, anything else that comes about outside've the normal expectation. But if you're going to come on full time we'll have to talk about more long term compensation expectations. Eight figures'd be a hard press just about anywhere." Pulling the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his suit jacket where it was hanging, he took the last one from the pack, exchanging it on the counter for his lighter as he sparked it to life and took a deep hit, watching the flame as it danced before he clapped the lighter shut again.

Kathova Daleth: Kat nodded, then gathered up her things. "That will be a conversation for another night. Right now, I'm going to go home, and go to bed. If you're around tomorrow, we can meet up and talk about the particulars of long term."

Xavier Darnai: Nodding as he took a hit off the cigarette, he exhaled around him. "I'll be about."

Kathova Daleth: "I'll see you then." She smiled as she slid her case and gear from the table and headed for the stairs. "Catch you later."

Xavier Darnai: A little salute of a wave was offered as he watched her go, taking the opportunity to burn through the rest of the cigarette in silence. Sean had scarcered at some point, he was prone to do that, trying to be some homage to a man wearing bat ears on a helmet. Xavier didn't understand the appeal, but he stopped trying to question Collins' sanity ages ago.

Kathova Daleth: Probably best that way.

Xavier Darnai: Nestled in the side streets of downtown off the main strip, the shooting range was an easy walk in, and for safety the ranges themselves were down two basements. They had a single rule, bring your own firearms. Munitions were available for purchase, but there was no turning house weapons into a problem. A single man at a counter handled ammo sales and alley time, but aside from his posting there was nothing in the tiny street side storefront. Two flights down, he was in one of the alleys with several dismantled firearms, cleaning their internal parts with a few boxes of rounds stacked off to the side. As always, he was in a suit, his jacket hung on the wall behind him and sleeves rolled back to his elbows. There were a few stains on the bandaging wrapped around his left arm, but it wasn't otherwise getting in the way of the task at hand.

Without IvIercy: She'd been spending a lot of time working and handling business that needed handling. As it was the rather small Asian was coming into the building, duffle bag slung over one shoulder. Pausing at the counter to pay whatever range fee there was and obtain one or two more boxes of ammo she'd thank him after paying and then head down into the basements. Not stopping at any of the empty lanes she'd go directly to the one he was in without a pause in those near silent steps of Chuck Taylor clad feet. Dressed as per norm for her in baggy black dress pants, long sleeved dress shirt and suspenders she'd set the bag down on the floor and the boxes on a table. "It's been awhile." Crouching down to unzip the bag she'd pull out a black case and rise to set it on the table where she'd put the boxes of ammo.

Xavier Darnai: Scraping along the inside of the barrel of one of the weapons to clear out excess residue, he paused for a moment at the stop of the steps behind him. Very keen ears had been listening to the silence, waiting for breaks other than the gentle scraping of the barrel. Raising his brows as he started at the cleaning again, remaining seated and watching his work-- a task he could do with his eyes closed at this point in his life --he gave a slight tilt of his head to one side as if to punctuate the response. "Suppose that'd depend on what you consider a while, neh?" Their paths had crossed briefly at a few locations even if they hadn't spoken to each other for a plethora of reasons. Pulling the brush free of the first barrel, he picked up the next, starting the next immediately after.

Without IvIercy: She hadn't been trying to sneak up on him, if she had been he probably wouldn't have heard her. While he cleaned his weapons she was opening up the case of her own and pulling out the .50 Desert Eagle. A large weapon for one so small. Considering four feet eleven inches and not even a hundred pounds was rather small. "True, many definitions differ for many things." Pulling the soft cloth from inside the case she'd start wiping the weapon down slowly. "Actually, I was looking for you. I need to ask if I can borrow something." This could be either good or bad, depending on what it was she wanted to borrow. Not like she was going to ask to borrow a limb or anything....he'd probably never get it back, well not all of it anyway.

Xavier Darnai: The posing of a favor earned another pause, brief as it may have been. Staring up again, he remained focused on the firearm and continued to clean at it in silence. Quickly enough his mind passed through a number of the possibilities. The sort of items that he could get his hands on were most definitely diverse, but his inventory was rarely publicly discussed, especially now that he was on a much less legitimate path than prior to his attempted murder. As he took a mental catalogue of the easily assumed goods in his various arsenals and collections, he listened on, waiting for the actual item to come up before he said one way or another.

Without IvIercy: After she'd finished wiping down the weapon she'd set it back into the case along with the cloth. Turning to face him she'd slip hands into pockets, crossing one foot over the other as she stood there. Faint smirk twitched at the corners of lips as the little Asian tipped head slightly. "I need access to an off books, off grid lab facility."

Xavier Darnai: With a quiet scoff of laughter, his head bobbed back once before it turned side to side slightly. "There're lots've ways I could go about the details've this, but just what exactly makes you think I've got this to offer." Finishing with the third and final barrel, he removed the brush and set the component down before wiping his hand on a small towel he had sitting to the side. Piece by piece he went about reassembling the series of custom firearms, placing all three completed firearms down on the counter, he turned to a small case down by his ankle, opening it up and removing three empty magazines and setting them down where the parts had been. Meticulously, but with the sort of speed expected from a man who has done this at least once a day for an exceptionally long period of time, he loaded all three magazines before clapping them into the grips of their respective weapons.

Without IvIercy: She remained in that relaxed position, however the smirk curved up into more of a grin. "There are lots of details I could go about spouting off but...First and foremost its because simply...It's you." Pulling right hand from pocket she'd use index finger to scratch lightly at the bridge of her nose. "Even if it's simply an old building you've no use for that will do." Lowering that hand she'd slip it back into pocket and shift stance slightly to lean against the edge of the table. "In return, I will owe you a favor." Getting favors from the small Asian was quite a feat in its self. Still, she always repaid her debts no matter what.

Xavier Darnai: Picking up the first weapon in the series, he aimed down range at the target and immediately pulled the trigger in a series of bursts. Klikliklik! Klikliklik! Klikliklik! All nine rounds fired, he set the weapon down and hit the recall button for the target, watching it reel back in. Letting out a little bit of a sigh, he reached up and rubbed at the bridge of his nose a moment. "That's not the sort've facility one borrows, I imagine you've got a particular time frame in mind."

Without IvIercy: As he fired the weapon out of reflex she'd raise hands and cover ears. Lowering them when the weapon was brought down. "I have. And it actually is to borrow. I've only need of it for a short time." Chuckling a bit she'd turn with back to the table, pushing the case of her weapon back and hopping up to sit on the table top. "I've only need of it to.....recreate something and then I will return it just as it was before." Before he could say anything she'd lift one small hand. "I promise not to blow up, dismantle, burn up or otherwise destroy property."

Xavier Darnai: "Recreate what." Any number of answers, certainly but specific need of equipment and facilities may vary. Pulling the target off of the reel, he set it to the side and quickly replaced it before sending it back down the range. Looking over his shoulder at her briefly as he listened to the humming of the track, he picked up the second weapon before looking back. As soon as the target stopped, he raised the weapon and again pulled the trigger in rapid succession. Klikliklik! Klikliklik! Klikliklik! Another empty gun, and a quick press of the recall button with his elbow. "How long'll it take."

Without IvIercy: Asking for specifics was always best when dealing with the Murder Doll, she tended to be vague at times. Leaning back onto the wall she'd watch him while he shot at the targets. "Abercrombie." To answer his first question and then the second she had to tilt head, frown a bit and then think for a second. "Shouldn't take more than three weeks at most, unless some of the bits are hard to come by." As he fired again she'd raise hands and cover ears once more. Lowering them when he was finished. "Granted some of the bits I will have to get creative with in order to obtain." What's that mean? She was going to steal them of course.

Xavier Darnai: "You don't need a lab, you need a factory." As the target came back in, it was once more removed and replaced, sending it back out as quickly as it came in. Rolling his neck around slowly he watched as the target sailed back out into the range. "Factories're a little bit harder to establish off grid, they require incoming'n outgoing delivery, high level've power to handle machinery at the volume..." Intel had once been his wheelhouse, and Ambercrombie was something he had been familiar with in passing. On the whole he tried to keep his eyes off the project-- he had his reasons --but he couldn't help what he picked up incidentally. "If you're specifically looking to keep it off grid you're going to want to find a large expanse, or a factory that's been decommissioned in a less than popular area. I could think of a few facilities that'd work as far as eyes'n ears're concerned, but you'd be sorely out've date when it comes to the amenities."

Without IvIercy: "Either or actually. He suffered some damage and I would rather put him back together where there aren't any nosy Nellies so to speak." She was extremely protective over the Autobot it seemed. Leaning forward to rest forearms on thighs. Nodding to what he said. "If you can provide the facility I can provide everything else." This, this was something she didn't offer many and even fewer actually knew what all Abercrombie could do. "In return, I will help you with anything you need. Such as things that require my particular skills or those of Abercrombie himself."

Xavier Darnai: He had to regard the offer for a moment, picking up the third firearm and quickly launching into the burst fire. Klikliklik! Klikliklik! Klikliklik! Setting the weapon down with the others, he hit the track recall before stroking at his jaw line for a moment. "There's a facility in the Siberian expanse that'll serve your purpose, importing'n exporting'll be entirely up to you, but it should do what you need. I'd suggest using the Melbourne shipping lines to get any've the hardware you need if you're looking to avoid serious risk've tracking."

Without IvIercy: Covering ears as he fired again she'd lower hands and listen to what he had to say. There was a bit of a chuckle as she wiggled brows at him. "I can avoid tracking all together. It's just a matter of getting my hands on what I need. " Abercrombie was a delicate bit of alien technology in some places. Still she'd slide off the table to start towards him, head tilting back so that she could see his face. "Arigato Xavier-san. Now what would you require in return for the use of this space?"

Xavier Darnai: "Cover the costs've the operations fees for the time you're there as a start. I'll make the arrangements with the locals. That way it'll stay on my ledger instead've yours. Anyone asking questions about it'll already point to me as instructed. If something else comes up I'll let you know." Pulling the recalled target off, he placed a fresh target into it and sent it back out before picking up the other two and comparing the spreads of concentrated fire.

Without IvIercy: "Done. When and where do you want me to have the money for you?" She had a rough idea of what it would cost, but she always planned for more so the amount would be increased accordingly. Smirk twisted lips again and the little Asian Murder Doll nodded. "Hai. Also do let me know if anything you do requires clean up. Been feeling a bit peckish lately." Turning on a heel she'd head back to where she'd left her things. "Can I buy you a drink Xavier?" If he looked over he might note that there was something pointed and red poking out from the leg of her pants.

Obvious Illusion: The Toreador was certainly on point that evening. She looked sleepy. She looked, in fact, as if she had just gotten up. She did not look keen. She did not look savvy. No, this woman looked like she just had a great roll in the proverbial hay without the stupid smile on her face. Which, ultimately, meant she had dreams. Torturous dreams that left her bereft and in a mood of being cranky. So, she gathered a breath and let her tongue slowly lick along the one side of the ice cream cone. One side of the chocolate and vanilla twist was flat where the other side still had the soft serve ringlets intact. Nostrils flared as she ventured around the yard. Sure. The employees let her in. They gave her a sour look on their faces to match her perfectly sour mood. Sheet lines still mapped the left side of her face as she wore dark denim that evening and a button up black top that let out far too much cleavage. Wait. No - that was because some ice cream had dropped onto her chest and she had no other way of getting it than unbuttoning and smearing the napkin upon her skin. No food or drink beyond this point pretty much meant it was oblivious to the Tailor. It was odd, wasn't it? How she just ... showed up? She blinked when she set her eyes on Xavier. And then to the tiny matchstick woman who just asked him out for a drink. Well. And here she was going to share her ice cream cone. Hah! She twisted the sugar cone bit in her wrist and licked up the other side, eyeing the man.

Xavier Darnai: "When the job's done, come find me and we'll worry about payment then. I'd be lying if I said my plates were empty at the moment, but at the moment my cleanup requires survivors." As she offered him the drink, there was a twitch in his lip while he stared down range. Slowly drawing in a breath, he shook his head once. "I'll be fine without. I seem to have quite the pre-paid tab accumulated around town. More than I could manage to put through a healthy liver and stay alive." Bending to the side to grab the case, a quick look behind him spotted the tip of red, but more than just that it was the heels that caused him to pause for a moment. Raising one brow, he straightened up without looking just yet, and set it on the ready bar of the range. Ejecting the magazine from each weapon before placing all three guns and magazines in the slots they belonged. "Anata no ashikubi o ki ni."

Without IvIercy: Hearing the woman come in she'd look towards her with those almond shaped brown eyes and dip head in a bit of a nod. "Kon'nichiwa." The more people thought of her as a tiny matchstick woman the better it was for her business. At his comment about survivors she grunted and even pouted a bit as she looked over to him. "Do they all have to be like that?" Then the Japanese caused her to shift foot slightly and nod. "Arigato." The back of those baggy black dress pants would shift and rustle slightly but the brief glimpse of red was gone from sight. "Oh, she says hello by the way." Frowning she'd tilt head and blink. "I will not say that..." That bit was to herself then she winced and huffed "Fine! Fine..." There was an expression that came across her face that could almost be called 'lemon licking' as her nose wrinkled and lips pursed. "Also that you're as delicious as ever."

Obvious Illusion: "You are delicious?" She arched a brow towards Xavier. Of course, she had certainly thought of the man that way. In his suits and his attitude with his stubborn chin and that mystery appeal. She almost smirked as she took a moment to lean against a pole. A booth. Or a column. Something in that riddled, noisy yard. She inhaled deeply, the starch of ammunition and it's potent traces assured her the fantasy of Glocks. That was her preferred weapon of choice, that is - besides her bare hands. "Hello." She said to the woman. Gathering more than an ounce of respect as she returned that nod and the Tailor could do nothing more with her hair that manage to put it all up behind her head in some sort of sloppy, messy bun. Did the woman have to personalities? It looked like she was talking to herself. As the Toreador regarded her, she managed to lick the ice cream cone again - paying attention before it smeared along her knuckles next.

Xavier Darnai: "Currently they do." Closing the case and locking it shut, he reached over with his bandaged hand into the hanging jacket of his suit and procured his cigarettes and lighter. With his back to the both of them he managed to light up with a slight forward lean, setting the pack and flip-top onto the case before turning to face them both, taking a long drag off of it as he exhaled around him. Eyes turned to Reader for a moment, watching her with a quick look over before looking back to Ichi. "...seems to be the consensus. Couldn't say I've had anyone tell me one way're the other." Xavier knew better than to poke at the bear, the lesson applied to many things, and dealing with Sanji certainly qualified. "There're plenty've people I'm sure you could take care of, but there's not much've a need for it on my end. Middle America's probably your safest bet at the moment to avoid getting wrapped up in anything particularly messy."

Without IvIercy: "Kanojo wa monogoto. ... Shitte iru?" That native tongue rolled free as easily as water from a spout. If the Toreador had a keen sense of smell and or aura's she might notice that the 'matchstick woman' was a complete cluster fuck of scents of various species. Poke a bear? No, dealing with Sanji was more like poking at a perpetually pissed off badger that wanted to eat your face just because it was your face. As for the second personality? Quite a bit more complicated than all of that. "I don't want to know one way or another if you're delicious or not. There's not enough real meat on you to make a decent meal for me." Hey, it was true! "Since you don't want a drink how about we just get out of here? Preferably to a place that serves....my sorts of foods?" Looking over and slightly up to the other woman she'd smirk before looking to Xavier. "Bring your lady friend." That Japanese would roll free once more. "Kagiri, kanojo wa watashi ga gankyu o taberu koto ni tsuite ochiru shinai yo ni."

Obvious Illusion: "Oh, hell no. I am not going anywhere with the likes of you." Two personalities out of one body? Reader had enough of her own issues and Reader had no verbal filter that night. She seemed to lift her gaze from the tiny woman to narrow onto Xavier. There was a smirk at the man and she even went so far as to tip that ice cream cone in his direction. It was a warning, if you will. She seemed to jab that cone at him for a minute before plopping the tip back into her mouth and slurping on the cold cream. Now, Reader sure had manners. This obviously was not a night that she happened to procure much of them. She must have left them in her suit back in her closet. And the woman seemed to smirk a bit while she licked her lower lip. "Yes, Xavier. Are you going to go for a ride with her to her village?" Saucy little thing. Well... Not little. The model height of the very woman who had no refrain button that night was just at six feet. But, due to those familiar Prada heels - she probably checked in on the yard stick at six-three and some change. "I don't know what she's saying, but I'm alright with that. Is this one of your associates? I knew world travel was certainly one of your operatives." Sarcasm. Yes, Reader was full of it that night.

Xavier Darnai: Raising both eyebrows as his lids fell shut, he took another hit off the cigarette. "Suppose that answers that question." A quiet little addition at the tail end of Reader's statement spoken through the exhale of his cigarette, he reached back to flick the ash over the ready bar of the alley. Opening his eyes again, he looked to Reader with a raised brow before glancing to Ichi, and then back again. How is it that you get yourself into these situations, boy. The quiet voice of his conscience, nearly muted by years of horrible acts and cruelties. "Not exactly. Former associate, to the extent I have any've those. We don't exactly have a frequent working relationship."


Without IvIercy: At the woman's words the small Asian stiffened and eyes narrowed, the color was slowly beginning to bleed free of them. She had made a friendly offer and gesture of friendship to the woman and was met with an insult. Backs of small hands began to splotch with that red Xavier should be familiar with. As she turned slowly on a heel to face Reader that voice had changed slightly, it was harsher and deeper sounding. "Firsts of all you assuming cunt I made the offer to someone I've known for a long time and have considered a friend. As for going anywhere with the likes of you I'd rather have my eyes gouged out with dull spoons than spend any sort of time with someone who is so obviously jealous that she turns into a screaming bitch simply at an offer being made to an acquaintance." There was a snarl beneath her words as she turned head slightly to speak to Xavier over her shoulder. The Japanese was hissed and he might notice that her nails had also begun to turn black and become longer. "Anata ga kanojo o taisetsu ni shita baai, watashi wa anata ga kanojo ni shazai ka, watashi wa kanojo o shuryo suru mae ni jibun jishin o hyoji suru tame ni shutoku o o susume shimasu."

Xavier Darnai: "And if you do what do you think I'll do."

Without IvIercy: "Watashi wa anata ga yaru ka shitte iru. Shikashi, kanojo wa saisho ni watashi o bujoku shita. Watashi wa anata no garufurendo to tatakau tame ni koko ni kite imasendeshita."

Xavier Darnai: "And she didn't come here to fight with you, so leave it out."

Without IvIercy: "Anata wa bujoku o hochi. Anata no watashi no iken wa kawarimasu."

Obvious Illusion: Oh, no. Reader wasn't going anywhere with that matchstick woman. Reader was going to stay right where she was used to staying - of sound mind and body with two feet on the ground or turning it around and heading back to home. Home, where her bed was... or her romance novels were... or her favored chair on that back patio with that in-ground pool. So, when the tiny woman turned and addressed her specifically, she began to smile. Yes. Smile - in that sort of fanged way. "While it has been a long time since someone has called me a cunt, much less an assuming one - I have given you no need to toss such dirty little names around. Take him, if you want him. See how far that gets you. I am not stopping you from any little fantasy you may have. Was I screaming? Did I scream?" She arched a brow to Xavier as if she needed this to be confirmed, because Reader's tone has been level and almost playfully calm the entire time she had spoken before. She continued to grin at the tiny woman. "I have a spoon too, if you need one. Why... Wait, here." And Reader reached into her purse - where a plethora of items could be found and she produced a favored metal. From Oneida - even, a lovely company that sent her samples and requests for design assistance. That was - when Reader hadn't found a set of silverware that she wanted. She held her hand out - with the spoon of course, to the woman so that she could gouge her eyes out if she so wanted to. "Trust me, I'm not jealous of him. Or you. What... With your fancy weapons and your round-about speech and your world travels and your deadly deals? Hardly. Please. No." She laughed. She. Laughed at the woman who was clearly so very upset that she had interrupted her asking Xavier out for a drink. "He likes his coffee black and his scotch well aged. Did I get that right?" She lifted her chin towards Xavier. There was a smile on her face the whole time and those dual colored eyes of hers held years of mischief.

Xavier Darnai: Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, he stood there for a moment. As they went back and forth, Xavier ditched the remains of his cigarette down range, finally dropping his hand away from his face and straightening up. "Oi!" With a glance between the two of them, he slid his hands into his pockets. "Reader's a friend've mine, and that's all you need to know. Make a move against her you're making a move against me. The two've you can bounce insults back at each other all you want but all it's going to do is give me a bloody headache. Both've you're perfectly capable've being utterly stubborn'n set in your ways'n nothing I can say about it's going to do a lick. So leave it out, neh?" Looking to Ichi, he pulled his hand from his pocket and pointed at her. "She may've been snippy, but you called her a cunt, and while I might be British and take a particularly different term for it than you lot, I know you've learned a good deal've your blue tongue from Collins and he does not. Congratulations, she fired first, you fired hardest, aren't you both happy little snowflakes. Going to keep going about in round robin in the little pissing match, because I would've thought that's the sort've thing left for the boys that don't bloody know better." Letting out a another breath, he slipped his hand back into his pocket. "Besides, she's been dealing with a few things, and far be it from you to quibble over a bint biting off someone's head, Ichi."

Without IvIercy: The fanged smile didn't even make her twitch a muscle, but she did arch a brow slightly and then...burst out laughing. "Aside from speaking in a snide and insulting tone?" Arms raised and folded beneath chest as head tilted slightly "Oh no thank you, I've got much better utensils at home I can run and fetch one myself." There was a bit of a sweet smile curving lips that never boded well for those that really knew her. "Besides, I've no interest in married men." Then Xavier started speaking and she'd turn so that she was neither facing nor with her back to either one. "That is fine, but I did not say those things. You know who said them and it wasn't me. She would like an apology for being insulted and there's a fat bloody lot of nothing I can do to stop her from being a bitch and you know it." The smile became real then as she chuckled. "And from you and Feng and Tony and various others."

Obvious Illusion: "See that? A friend." Reader confirmed to the tiny, irate woman. She grinned her way - the tips of those fangs so very much exposed at this point. It seemed that Reader had a knack for upsetting women of the child-bearing age. Yes. For some reason, some were just irritated she stepped on their known turf. It was true, she had only been partial to Xavier for a couple of months and it was as if this woman and he had a resounding knowledge of each other. Once the woman declined the spoon, she clutched it towards her chest as she even had the audacity to keep the ice cream from melting over her fingers. That tongue of hers came out again and managed to lick up the quickly melting sweetness all while listening to Xavier's rant about pissing contests and the woman's insinuation that Reader enjoyed married men. Well... Hmm... She tossed the spoon ever so threateningly towards Xavier's chest. "You're married?!" She gave a haughty gasp to play out the role of the infatuated other woman. She shoved her chin up into the air. And tried so very hard to keep her lips from grinning. Yes. Reader -was- a bitch. It was just that territory. "Hmph!" She said, turning on her heel and stomping her way out of the range.

Xavier Darnai: "Well, she's going to go wanting then, isn't she." As close as he could get to an answer for Ichi before Reader had hit him in the chest with a spoon. Pausing, he looked down at his shirt, then up to her again with a raised brow. "You've got to be bloody joking." Muttering some under his breath-- Russian, it sounded like --he used the cleaner part of his bandaged hand to try and do his best to prevent the ice cream mark from leaving a stain in the shirt. Just a plain white button up as it may be, but being able to go clothes shopping occasionally required a shocking amount of logistic work. After all, Hex did so hate to have to run such menial errands. "She's got a temper tantrum, and she's thrown a fit, she can either go on time out or be put in a bloody corner, I'll let you decide which'd be more fun for you to have to deal with." Xavier was looking quite glad that he hadn't been wearing his suit jacket, at least. But he did turn his eyes to Reader with a sort of gaze that asked if she was twelve.

Without IvIercy: "It wouldn't be the first time but I'd rather not hear her bitch and rant." Shrugging she raised hand and wiggled fingers at Reader giving her pretend stomp off. "She really thinks I'm that stupid doesn't she?" Shrugging she looked over to Xavier and noticed him trying to clean the stain away. Switching to Russian as she moved over to her bag and knelt down. Digging through it to pull out a small packet of Tide Wipes and toss them towards him. "U vas yest' uzhasnyy vkus inogda moy drug." Standing up she'd shrug again. "I'll let her out later and she can go on a little spree." Easiest way to handle the irritable Sanji. "Oh, I forgot to ask. Can I drive him into this building or should I have him night dropped by air? He's in...a couple of pieces currently."

Obvious Illusion: Oh, she did. Twice over, really. She handed off the cone to an employee that just opened his mouth to inform her that food and drink wasn't allowed back there. She gave the person a wink and took her exit - stage right.

Xavier Darnai: "Does it really matter what she thinks." Taking the wipes, he pulled open the package and worked quickly enough at his shirt to keep the stain from sticking. Crumpling it up, he tossed it into the waste bin there in the lane. "You say that, yet you call me friend in the same sentence. Worth considering, neh?" Pulling his jacket off the hook, he pulled it on over his arms and shoulders, doing up the button before grabbing the case and his practice targets. "With everything going on in the Bloc right now you're going to want to come in from the eastern seaboard, north've China. Sort've why I'd suggested routing through Melbourne. Land transport's the only thing no one's bothering to watch once it's already in the area."

Without IvIercy: "No, not really." She could honestly care less about the woman. She'd given herself away on large weaknesses that Ichi would store away for later if needed. Putting the case with the Desert Eagle back into her bag she'd zip the bag and sling the strap over her shoulder. Nodding to what he said. "Alright. I can disguise him as some kind of...something." She'd figure that out later. "I've already removed his energy source so no one can trace that." That thing put off a LOT of power and she'd rather not have it out in the open without the rest of Abercrombie to go with it. "Oh! The other thing I wanted to tell you." Moving over to him she raised a hand and tapped a fingertip against his metal arm covered by bandages, shirt and suit jacket. "I've been working on this sort of thing more. Have you seen the ones I made for Feng? I've even designed coverings for them that have sensory perception."

Xavier Darnai: As she tapped at the arm, he looked at her. "Ichi. Before you assume I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth, let me pose a question. Fifteen years ago it was taken from me, and in short order I moved from the shockingly sophisticated piece of hardware that was forced upon me to an interchangeable modular system that a small group of engineers put together with my help before Darnai Motors moved into whole scale production into a series of, again, exceptionally sophisticated pieces of hardware that several of my former associates including Feng and Asandra made use of. I've overcome the concern of electromagnetic feedback, computerization, heat, and sound. If I wanted the ability to feel through an arm that was taken from me by force, isn't it a reasonable thought that I might've put my mind to it and done it myself by now." With another heft of the case, he gave her a nod and made his way for the stairs, moving up them with a steady pace.

Without IvIercy: Sighing she shook head and looked up at him. "You are mistaking me Xavier. I am simply giving you an option and letting you know that if for some reason you can get no other help I will help. Is that not what friends do? Yes, I know about all of that. As for why I say that it is also a bit of pride for me to have done this by myself without outside assistance. You seem to forget where I came from and that I knew very little so I am a bit proud of my accomplishment." Moving after him she had to walk a bit faster since her legs were shorter but still she kept up with his paces. "I know well that Feng and Asandra have made use of your technology and your help. My bother and Mama-san speak highly of you and trust you. Therefore that is enough for me to give you the same respect just from their recommendations alone." Those two were some of the pickiest people she'd ever met in her life. "As for my taste in friends...No one ever said it was the best. Collins is my best friend after all." Chuckling she would dart ahead of him to open whatever door they came to and be able to step out. "Speaking of Collins...Have you seen him lately? Starting to worry over the persnickety man."

Xavier Darnai: "Accomplishments should be made because they're necessary, not for praise." No one ever accused Xavier of being friendly. Smart, clever, manipulative, frustrating certainly. Friendly was generally not an adjective applied to his behaviors. "I haven't forgotten what you've come from, but it's worth noting that what you've managed to accomplish shouldn't be measured against what you've come from, there're plenty've people who've had nothing themselves and plenty against them in order to end up in impressive circumstances." Rust red eyes assessed her for a moment as she mentioned Feng and Asa's opinions, continuing on even as he did. "I'm not generally one for taking favors. I'll see to my needs until I can't." Her own accounting for Collins was fine enough, whether or not the message of the query would take hold would remain to be seen. Still, her concern for Collins was noted. "He's on tour with his band, attempting to keep some modicum of a normal life. I believe they released an album."

Without IvIercy: "I know that Xavier. But you cannot fault me for being a bit proud of myself. These things were created out of necessity. None of my inventions are created for frivolous things." Arching a brow she chuckled and shook head slightly. "There are no favors being offered in this. It is simple friendship, nothing more." Ichi didn't value many people's opinions and thoughts but Feng, Asandra and Collins were some of the few. "I am glad he's finding something normal for himself. I will have to see if I can find the album then." Looking up at him she frowned and shifted one foot, presumably making that red portion move back into hiding. "Xavier..I don't know if I've ever thanked you for everything you've done for me..." Wincing she hissed beneath breath. "Us...I mean us."

Xavier Darnai: "Most people don't. Never seems to stop me..." The second half of the statement was almost questioning as he said it, as if he was wondering why that was. "Don't mention it, Ichi. I'm not in this business to be liked or appreciated. I don't know what sort've plans you had for getting into the country, but I highly suggest the Melbourne transfer route. The locals're a little touchy about planes coming into the area, tend to hijack them. Trucks'll be left alone. I'll get the coordinates out to you by the morning so you can start travel arrangements." Barely pausing on his way through the storefront, he stepped out onto the street and looked back to Ichi. "Take a Geiger Counter with you."

Without IvIercy: "No one is in this business for that. If we wanted that...we'd have picked a different profession. Most don't even know I'm there and working." Grinning to him she'd wink as she followed him out. "Hai, I will. Thank you for letting me use the space. I promise not to destroy it." Rather impish grin curved lips at that as she turned to head the opposite direction he went. "Alright. You can come out soon stop being a pushy bitch."

Xavier Darnai: A faint little nod was offered as he approached the back of the Bishop, raising the hatch and setting the case in the back of it, along with his targets. Shutting the hatch again, he rounded to the right side of the car, opening the door and climbing into it. He had someone to go talk to about the proper uses of flatware.