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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?



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[cactusy]

[When dealing with civilians, Don't explain a fucking thing is always a safe road to take: at best, having too much information will freak them out and make them really annoying to deal with, and at worst it'll put them in danger. But that laugh? Tells her that it's not that she shouldn't explain because he's a random innocent who isn't prepared to hear it, but that she doesn't need to explain because he already knows.

She can't help but wonder how many people here are in the same boat. Even happy sunshine Mr. Rogers might be a cop or spy or international arms dealer. (That goes double for people trying to hide their accents, but she'll keep that thought to herself for now. Even if there weren't several possible mundane explanations for it - it's not like her own university lit professor mother hadn't Americanized her Iranian accent under certain circumstances - outing undercover folks without a damn good reason for it is gauche.) ]

Yeah.

[Just look at how effusive she is.]

We could all go around listing off our enemies and seeing if we have any names in common.

[It's said dryly, but. Maybe it's not the worst idea to start off with?]

[salamanca]

[ He can't tell if she believes his fake American accent or not. His normal accent isn't even very strong; it's faint and background anyway. Something he's done on purpose all his life anyway, simply in a quest to sound educated, smart. This is just the natural next step up from that, pushing it one bit further.

Whether she believes him or not, she doesn't say anything about it, for which he's grateful.

The effusive "yeah" is noted, and he does his best to sound concerned. ]

--Miss Shaw? Is everything okay?

[ Her idea of naming enemies and seeing who they have in common is an interesting one, and maybe even a logical one. But naming his enemy as an enemy, with no proof, would be deadly for him, so it feels like a trap too. He considers it. ]

Wow. You really think one person could do all of this?

[cactusy]

Who says an enemy has to be a person?

[Organizations and governments count, too! As to the first question, she doesn't even answer it; she's obviously fine (lol, no). ]

[salamanca]

[ He takes note of the fact that she didn't answer his first question, but otherwise doesn't pry.

He does react to what she actually types, though. ]

You've have an enemy that's bigger than just one person? You must be important. Remind me not to mess with you!

she's still on audio, btw!

[cactusy]

Are you not? Hard to imagine anyone going to this effort for someone who isn't.

lol WHOOPS we'll say he got tired of managing his accent and switched

[salamanca]

Not important enough to have an entire government after me.

[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.