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?"