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“...Yeah, definitely calling up that armored car,” You say after thinking about what a pain it’ll be to take the Quadra out over rough terrain - it might just be impossible, and the hike in and out sounds brutal. Lethal, if things go bad. “Fuck having to exfil on foot. We’ll ride in on it, and back out.”
“Sounds preem - This is a favor, yeah?” Dolf questions, picking up a big bag of equipment and slinging it over his shoulder, and then <span class="mu-i">another</span>. Catalina’s got a couple of duffels as well, and looks a bit cartoonishly weighed down - despite her tiny stature, she handles it just fine.
“Yeah, probably won’t need to split the pay,” You reply while finishing getting dressed and exiting the bathroom, “Driver’s got a bit of a grudge against Raffen. She’s hot… headed, so try not to piss her off. Gonna call her up now.”
The two Solos continue to get weapons and gear together, probably overpacking massively like they did for the last job - better than underpacking - while you call up Maeve on the holo. The outline of the holocall box snaps into existence at the edge of your vision, as real as any of the windows or doors of Dolf’s apartment, and a moment later Maeve’s image appears within it. She’s smoking and sitting cross legged beside a window, wearing her usual eye-popping leather getup and yellow jacket. Catalina’s not the only person looking like a cartoon - your jaw just about falls off when you see the former Raffer, and you get an alert through your link that the Quadra’s car alarm has gone off. Alice agrees, it would seem, even as you feel a pulse of jealousy through your shared mind.
…Thankfully that reaction’s mostly within your heads, and you can feel Alice straining to reel her feelings back in - to little avail, but the effort has to be credited at least. Even before Alice’s tangle you found Maeve searingly hot, she’s just <span class="mu-i">got it</span> and with a few days to really put herself back together after fleeing the Raffen she’s only getting better. After a slight silent pause, Maeve taps at her agent in confusion, probably thinking your stunned silence was a connection error.
“Yo, Maeve, I’ve got a job fucking over some Raffen out in the badlands. Rescue gig, got to pull a corpo out of a compound on a hill, terrain around the area sucks ass - I need a driver with preem wheels…:”
“I’m in.” She doesn’t even wait for the rest of your hasty explanation, standing up at once and causing her agent to lose sight of her for a moment as the autotracking camera struggles to find her face again - briefly zooming on her chest instead, “Send the coordinates, I’ll burn rubber - you need a pickup in NC, suit?”
“We’re getting the gear ready, can meet halfway to save time. Got to get the job done before midnight or they zero the corpo…”
