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[aluminumandash]

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[ After the message (warning?) has blared two successive times, Rust waits about an hour and sends: ] Progress on locating unauthorized transport?



[ OOC: Threadjack to your heart's content! ]

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[cactusy]

Okay, what about enemies who have friends in high places, Officer?

[Yeah that's right she's stalking some of your other conversations.]

[salamanca]

I...

[ There's a pause that isn't faked, that can't be. He feels, suddenly, like he might as well be stark naked, realizing that someone else has been stalking him just like he's been stalking everybody else. It's not a surprise, exactly, but the visceral reminder is enough to render him briefly off his game.

If she can listen in on him, who else can? Who else is here? There are callsigns that don't belong to anyone who uses the walkies.

He's grateful he had the foresight to use a fake name, now. There's a swallow. ]

What about them?

[cactusy]

[Well, that sure is telling.]

I'm just gonna put you down as someone who definitely has them.