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]

"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."