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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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[lonelynotforsaken]

Right. Well. I'll start heading north! Ish. Sort of north. Hopefully I'll run into you today. Or maybe tomorrow?

I'm not the smallest guy, so... hard to miss if I keep to the beach.

[salamanca]

I'll be looking forward to it! See you soon! [ Added reluctantly, like he doesn't want to remind himself there's a chance they might not run into each other, but feels compelled to acknowledge the possibility anyway: ] I hope.

[ There's a pause. ] When you say "not the smallest guy..." ...how tall are we talking about here? Six-one? Six-two?

[lonelynotforsaken]

Six-three.

[He's not sure why the specifics are important.]

I'm not... athletic or anything, though. Sorry?

[salamanca]

[ idk man it just sounds like a cop kind of question to ask, just go with it. They always care way too much about your height and your race and what kind of gun you were concealed carrying without a permit.

Lalo laughs, warm, at Martin's admission to not being athletic. ]

Hey, hey. Don't talk about yourself like that. You shouldn't be sorry for being who you are. I'm sure there's a lot you can do to help us out.

[ Besides, he's athletic enough for everyone here, Lalo is pretty sure! ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

[Martin has his doubts, but he keeps them to himself. He forces a fluttery, nervous laugh in return.]

S-sure! I'll do my best. Over and out.

[salamanca]

Over and out!