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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[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."