To [Loyal Soldier]

[citizenmoore]

Not going to be home tonight, Damian. Everything's fine. We're on Victoria right now.

If anything comes up, please call James McGinty or the others. Or ask me to do it.

Take care of yourself. I'll be home soon.

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[citizenmoore]

The rental car's a boxy van like thing and way too big for the two of them, but Shaun swore he was fine and used to driving. Yvette's managed to make a secure connection on her phone while he was in paying, and spent far too long laboriously typing out a short message to Damian.

The job did not go well. She's pretty sure part of it was that they're not really secret agents or agents of any type, but - still, it dissolved down to them messily fleeing in a half flooded car park. She took a bad hit to the leg while helping Shaun up and his glasses got pretty messed up. Still, there is the apartment she got through Mervin.

She's not sure why she suggested it, but Shaun - didn't look like he wanted to lie low on whatever cheap cargo ship their Assembly of Blackmailers could manage. She's also pretty sure that they are poking at something Abstergo related, from the amount of paperwork he pulled out of the drawers. That's - worrying.

[turnanotherday]

"That was..." Shaun pauses, trying to find the right word here. "Intense." He settles on at last, frowning a little. "You going to be okay until we get you to someone who can xray that and not ask questions?" Because those as a possibility ARE occurring, and they aren't fantastic. He can bluff with anyone but...

There's a little bit of a crack in his glasses, and the arm is practically falling off, but he's managed to wind some duct tape around it for the moment, and if he squints, he can see around the crack too. It's not a great state of affairs but it could be worse.

[citizenmoore]

"I think so. Do you want me to take a turn driving?" Yvette honestly did jump as he got back to the car, but she sets her phone down. "It looks like we're near enough to civilization to have internet and acceptable phone service. If you want me to check in with the Assembly." She pauses. "Waverly, I'm guessing?"

"A" might work too. She's sketched out a rough map of the route to the apartment. "The apartment's got some basic furniture but it will be stuffy and there's no supplies. But it's quiet. I got it in case if Paris IV heated up again." Since let's be honest, protests are a constant when the weather got warm and tempers got short.

[turnanotherday]

"Waverly works pretty well." Shaun nods. "Keeps me away from notice of my contacts here too, until I'm ready to talk to them. They don't need to be privy to the fact we're dealing with the Assembly. Well, yet. I imagine at some point, that's going to have to be wrung out of me. Green's a spymaster and good at it. Still, I'd like a few days of anonymity I think. Especially given what information we were able to track down. I don't want it getting to the colonies." He's pretty serious about that fact too. The less people who know what's going on, the better.

"And I can keep going for now. We're going to have to play hide the car, and I'm good at that game, so.." he shrugs a bit. "And the apartment sounds like a godsend right now."

[citizenmoore]

"Doesn't it. I'm tempted to tell them to buzz off. It's not exactly - my situation probably isn't steady enough for that." Yvette shifts to pick up her phone to scroll past the messages on it. "What about you? It worries me that we're looking into some missing kid. Sounds like a get the cops involved thing, not your blackmailed flunkies."

She's honestly a little tired, but - until they get out of the stop and go traffic she probably can't drift off yet. Which knowing her luck, she'll wake up when they park at some store to grab coffee for the morning without knowing when she fell asleep.

Damian's telling her about talking to Feuilly. Apparently it went well. Lightning storm in Paris IV, unfortunately, is not. He sounds shaky in his writing.

[turnanotherday]

"I've been careful." Shaun tells her quite serious about that fact."The police are possible. It depends on who here can be trusted,which is part of what I intend to find out. Green will know of that and of anyone else who might help. He's been running things through London for a long time now. I'd say he's on my level, less a blackmailed flunkie. And well, said missing kid...we might never find him if a cop connected to the wrong people finds out we're making inquiries. For now, there's nothing more to do but get some rest though. Thankfully, I think. What do we need to do first in terms of other things? Popping round the shops, I know can't wait..."

It's too bad too because he IS tired. But he'll be miserable later, otherwise. "And seeing to your foot. I've got some codeine on me if you need it."

[citizenmoore]

"Ice is doing wonders," Yvette offers quietly. "I was thinking - it depends on if we're told to lie low a while. If we are, probably want to get something else. I guess something fast to cook and simple, and coffee."

She shifts her foot carefully, and yeah, it's hurting, but the dizziness and risk with her nanites for her heart isn't worth taking someone's painkillers. "Why do you have codeine on you? Old injury?"

[turnanotherday]

"Well, I'm glad of small mercies." Shaun looks pretty relieved she isn't in intractable pain, at least. "And that's true. There should be plenty of tinned things at least, those don't take long."

As far as the medicine goes, it's sort of why. It's not Shaun's old injury exactly, but the assassins in his cell tend to pass out their extras when they've recovered, just in case.

"Actually, yeah. Seemed like we were risking injuries so it was worth bringing through. Anything else I can do?"

[citizenmoore]

"Well, the nursing stuff should come in handy. I guess mostly I should keep it iced for now." Yvette smiles over at him. "I'm going to get the crash course in avoiding Abstergo at the supermarket, won't I? Can we try for something milk like to toss in the coffee? It's a vice of mine."

[turnanotherday]

"Sounds like a good idea." Shaun nods. "Maybe later, we can look for someone to check it, just in case. Someone has to be keeping track. Mind you, I don' trust most of the apothcary things they keep advertising. Crawford Starrick's a templar so his syrup's probably mind controlling." He smiles back.

"As far as milk goes, we're probably in luck. They ship in things from farmers, right?"

[citizenmoore]

In the morning, Yvette got up to make some cream of wheat and coffee and get a fresh ice pack. Shaun (Waverly, she had to remember that) said he could try for some other drugs and talk to Green about options, but -

Well, messaging "GuyFawkes23" was mostly a long shot. She was hoping to get somewhere that might even know what William Syndrome was. Or could handle a heart complaint.

So there she was, sitting on the couch with the windows open and her leg wrapped in the ugliest of the towel options and ice packs. "I think this is a secure message. I'm not sure you remember me, but a long time ago, I talked about a dead man near the static curtain on Lorena Station. Could I call in that favor?" she types.

[turnanotherday]

Shaun didn't think much about the fact that he was getting a message now, considering things had been going down. He was quick enough to open up a reply, carefully typing in response.

"I can do that, possibly. I'm definitely not there now, but anything else can be managed. What is it you need?"

Absorbed in his messages, he wandered out into the other room himself, going for the coffee and absently waving a greeting.

[citizenmoore]

Yvette waves at him. "Morning. The cream of wheat isn't bad." It's an off brand variety, but it was one of those - she wanted some option for breakfast and Shaun had the oddest look about the breakfast bar granola things.

She's typing up a reply to Damian (he messaged at about five in the morning Paris time. Worrying.) Then she starts on talking to Guy. "I'm on Victoria. I think you said you knew the area. What's my options for low amounts of Abstergo rides or a free clinic that might handle a weak heart well? I've got no clue what medicine is like here. Have a friend in house, but he's got his own issues." She pauses debating before adding, typing rapidly, "Genetic thing. With the heart. So painkillers are iffy. I know what's safe, but getting a doctor to listen can be trouble."

[turnanotherday]

Shaun is a bit wary of the bars, mostly because he once spent a two week period eating them for every meal, and also because, well, associations with them aren't the best thing ever right now. They remind him of someone that he misses a lot, so better avoiding them all together.

"I'll keep that in mind." For now, he's considering his messages instead. "Let's see here..."

'You won't believe this, but so am I. Wound up on assignment with someone helping me out. She's a little injured, but it shouldn't be a problem for me to get out. Genetic heart thing, huh?" That's a coincidence, he thinks, isn't Yvette dealing with some kind of genetic thing too?

"I can see what I can do about getting in touch with someone here. Offhand, don't let anyone talk you into Starrick's soothing syrup. They'll push it for everything but it's actually killed people."

Absently, he's turning to Yvette. "Do you happen to know any doctors willing to help with meds for people with genetic conditions in the area?" Because...nah...right?

[citizenmoore]

Yvette blinks at him. "In this -" She trails off, looks down at her phone and then back at him. "Starrick's soothing syrup?"

So wait - this guy is the same Abstergo is an ass guy she talked to before? The one with contacts all over and worries that the dead guy was - she never quite knew what he was scared of. Just that the guy died because Abstergo's hold got weak on something. Or something like that.

She flashes a half smile. "I was hoping you could help. And you really do need to take care of yourself. The glasses, for one. And did you take that much face trauma?"

[turnanotherday]

"Yeah, it's definitely snake oil that's possibly influencing you too." Shaun says absently, then grins slowly as, yeah, everything's getting confirmed here, which is absolutely astounding, in a way.

"I'll see what I can do, in that case. I know a member of the brotherhood here knows a skilled nurse, anyway."

[citizenmoore]

"Brotherhood, huh?" Yvette raises an eyebrow at him. "Not that I'm one to talk. I was ... am, I guess, a part of a political group. Seriously though, the glasses got to be annoying, right? I can hobble down somewhere, or get a ride somewhere. The -"

She takes a deep breath. "It's something that's common on Lorena Station. William Syndrome. Heart murmur and general -" She gestures. Her heart had always been the worst part of it. She had a curve in her fingers which got some surgery and some awkward braces when she was younger, some slight oddness in the shape of her face, and then the early grey in her hair. Some theories were that the odd fields and the fog in Lorena caused some minor chromosomal damage. "Either way. I got a nanite treatment to try to cure it. So sedatives or downers or most painkillers shut things down enough to not be worth it."

She hesitates. "It's not you? It's just a pain trying to explain that the rest of me is fine. Just trust me in what I can and can't do?"

[turnanotherday]

"Not just me at all." Shaun answers, quite seriously. "We help people in a variety of ways,and want to keep it safe from tyrannical rule and control. Sometimes it works better than others." As far as the glasses go, though..

"They are REALY annoying, yes. I need to finds somewhere with tools too. And Nanintes, hmm... I can check round for somethng safer now."

[citizenmoore]

"Last I saw, the assembly was saying we lie low for a while." With a fair amount of blame on her and Shaun's part for needing to. She's not sure if she wants to scream at them for the lack of medical support or dread what they'd suggest. "I didn't tell them I got injured. It sounded like they want the data first and then worry about us So - we've got some time, I guess, to talk?"

Or at least she does until she can arrange a flight with Mervin safely. Or wait for another cargo ship.

She pats a spot. "Want me to heat up some breakfast for you? Or is it just coffee that confounds you?" Since that'd been - a bit surreal sitting there, far too late, after shopping to a nonstop string of "not that" and Shaun absently saying that she'd have to make the coffee in the morning.

[turnanotherday]

"Mmm." That's coming with a grim nod at Yvette's words. Shaun bites his lip a little,aost reflexively. "Are they pissed off? Bill..I..my boss was pissed off. And we probably SHOULD do that, you know, agent to agent."

So they did. They should have all along.

"I'm only partially searching for that kid because I owe it to his dad." Shaun begins. "And because it's wrong in general. But the people who have him..they'd turn him into an experiment and use what they gained to help themselves in bringing about some..really scary shite. And I'm fine with the rest." He's popping in some toast now, waiting.

[citizenmoore]

"I broke into IntSec's secure holding facility on Lorena Station," Yvette says, "And I'm being blackmailed about one of the people I got out of there. At least it's not for one of the ones that died."

She fishes around for some Russian jam and adds a splash of milk to her coffee. She's moving pretty slow and gingerly on her knee, and that bruise on the side of her leg is pretty obvious now that she doesn't have her leggings on.

"So - since we're looking into Abstergo, are we tracing the path of that kid getting out and need to screw it up? Or the other way around?"

[turnanotherday]

"Excellent." Shaun nods, approvingly, a little smile crossing his face at the idea."Well, to the first. Sounds like some of what we do. I've helped people break into secure organizations, uncovered secrets people'd rather have hidden and pissed off some very dangerous people. And was on a team who saved the world. Not that it was much down to me. I was just the historian then."

He's grabbing some of the coffee, and adding some jam to his toast, frowning a bit as he watches her. "For NOW, I'd say you need to sit down. That looks pretty painful. I'll see about the woman my people know, who I can call. She seems to have specialized in war hospital type work so mobile injuries might be familiar too. And well, we want to be sure the kid isn't in their hands. If we can make him disappear, that'd be the best. I'm pretty sure they'll be watching his mum too close to bring him home, but ideally, I can make them disappear. Worse comes to it, his grandfather's alive but...that'd be the last possible last resort."

[citizenmoore]

Yvette snorts and drops her bowl off in the sink before making it back to the couch. "I did pick up a paper." It wasn't that far of a walk. "Join me?"

"I take it that the grandfather's not optimal. And there's no shame in being a historian. I'm just a rabble rouser and the group accountant." Yvette's smiling over at him. "I've got a ship, you know. We could tell them to screw the cargo ships and actually fly out on something with real beds."