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VOICE; backdated to grif & simmons' post

[worstever]

Why are you asking the location of my men?

[Wash's voice is all suspicion and venom.]

VOICE;

[followorders]

Agent Washington.

[Now, how did he know you'd contact him after his little talk with the red sim troopers? Did you really think he'd bother with that narrative if he didn't think you'd jump at the bait?]

How predictable.

permavoice;

[worstever]

[Irritable, in part at being called out:] Don't try to play this off. I want an answer.

permavoice;

[followorders]

What answer is that?

The one you want to believe or the one you'll accept?

[worstever]

How about you give me both, and I'll decide which is which for myself.

[followorders]

If you want an answer then meet me at [x,y] in an hour. If you're late, then consider this line of conversation over.

[He terminates the call without another word.

The coordinates he provides are situated in Nonah, North Carolina, more specifically a large park surrounded by trees to give them a semblance of privacy. Locus will be waiting at the park using his power of invisibility to gauge Washington's approach. He may not be trying to kill him anymore, but that doesn't mean he's grown lax with their engagements.

Either way, the abrupt meeting is simply a ploy to strategize his approach of the agent in the future. He doubts Washington knows about Felix, or his own part in what followed after. Felix and the other sim troopers were pulled from the past meaning they still consider him an enemy. He doubts their view of him would have changed much in light of recent events. Still, he wants to make things right. Even if all he'll garner is further suspicion.]

[worstever]

[Jesus, a time limit, even. Wash doesn't like the feeling of dancing to Locus' tune, but he doesn't really have another option here. He's not about to let Locus go unchecked.

Wash arrives as early as he can. It's public enough he can't draw his weapon off the bat (and he's reminded of having done this with Felix, and how much better that could have gone). Locus didn't sound as though he was planning an altercation, but that doesn't mean much. There's the distinct feeling he's walking into a trap, because if it was Wash? Yeah, he would have set this up as a trap.

He's visibly tense walking through the copse of trees at the entry to the park. There's no sign of Locus, but Wash hasn't forgotten how much he likes that invisibility upgrade of his.]

[followorders]

[His entrance does not go unnoticed. From the treeline Locus keeps him in his line of sight until he's certain there's no one with him. He came alone.

Stepping out of the treeline, Locus dispells the shroud of invisibility and comes to a stop ten feet from the Freelancer.]

You came alone.

Admirable. But, foolish.

voice;

[moneylogues]

[It's been entirely too long since Felix has pestered Locus. Obviously, he needs to fix that immediately.

Because god forbid Locus doesn't pay enough attention to him.]

Hey, asshole. [...why do you put up with this again, Locus?] How's the info gathering going?

voice;

[followorders]

[He keeps asking himself that same question.]

.....

[Felix. He's been expecting this call for a while now.]

Better than expected.

[moneylogues]

Yeah? Well, don't go all dramatically suspenseful on me. You learn anything useful?

[followorders]

Two ways to skirt the laws, if needed. I expect you'll have need of it sooner or later.

[Remember that time you blabbed your mouth in Chorus convicting yourself and him along with you? Yeah. So does he. Time to plan for your debacles.]

[moneylogues]

[Sooner. Definitely sooner.]

Huh, you don't say. And what ways are those? Share with the rest of the class.

Private

[followorders]

[He locks the entire conversation before continuing.]

They're willing to exchange their services... under the table, so to speak. We're still working out the details.

[A pause as he looks at the device more closely.]

You won't have need of them anytime soon, will you?

[Have you been a bad boy Felix?]

[moneylogues]

Man, you work fast, don't you?

[Well. That's why you're his partner, after all.]

Come on, Locs. You know me. [...Yes, that's kind of the problem, Felix.] I know how to play by the rules when I have to. So no. Not for now.

[For now.]

1/2

[followorders]

[A deafening silence fills the air as his mind suddenly comes to a grinding halt.]

...........

[That name. This was why he woke up at night with voices in his head. Why he couldn't close his eyes without his own personal phantom clawing at his sanity. Why he spent hours planning his next move until exhaustion finally took over giving him a few hours of sleep.

"You know me... "

This was the reason. He did know him, which was why he finally turned his back on him. Why he betrayed him. But, Felix didn't know. Didn't know he'd died and he... he couldn't tell him. He'd chosen his role already, and yet pretending to be partners with a dead man who easily blindsided him with every word and gesture was taking it's toll on him. He wasn't dead. Not here, and Locus still didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.]

2/2

[followorders]

[He stayed quiet for too long, and already he moved to correct it. Sloppy. He was getting sloppy, letting him get under his skin so easily.]

See that you do. I don't expect to finalize our dealings for another week.

[Text] - About CONTROL screw handwaving. Unless you want to.

[tactile_telekinesis]

hey i saw ur ad about the CONTROL thing and it sounds pretty sweet.

u open to under 18s coz i never checked that part and only thought about it when i got home

im pretty strong for a 16-17 yr old btw

[Text] - I'm always open for CONTROL shenanigans!

[followorders]

I'm not looking for super strength, but for individuals who know how to harness the strength they possess.

[A moment passes before a second text comes through.]

Can you?

[Text]

[tactile_telekinesis]

course i can. i can control all my powers and adjust them to suit the situation

[Text] | Private

[followorders]

[He locks the conversation. If he does indeed end up hiring him, this conversation should not be made public.]

Your job will be to do any and all things required for the protection of your client. That may include transportation services and secretarial skills.

Can you do that?

[It's not all fund and glory.]

[Text] | Private

[tactile_telekinesis]

i cant drive but i can fly so transport is down. i can take notes and keep to a schedule fine

[Hire him. You know you want to.]

[Text] | Private

[followorders]

What are your qualifications.

[This can be handwaved. He just needs to know he's not hiring some kid but a professional young adult.]

[Text] | Private - sorry for delay

[tactile_telekinesis]

[Well funny thing, he's more a kid than young adult bu he does have some qualifications. Thank you home tutoring! Even if it was dull. He has a high school education.]

never had time for college given the whole fact there was a lot of trouble back home

but ive worked as a team and solo as well

HOLIDAY PREP

[fuckai]

Holiday gifts have a $300 minimum.

Exchanges will be on December 23rd. Don't forget, asswipes.

[He's pretty sure you're from their world, too. Which means he can probably try and sucker-- uh. Appeal to your better nature and get a present out of you...?]