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.

[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.