[IC] The Call to Infinity

Switchblade pretends to have found whatever he was checking for in his bag, and, seemingly completely ignoring the others, walks off whistling - roughly in the direction he saw Ava looking in, but faster than the others so it doesn't look like they're together. It is but a temporary measure, but hopefully will at least make it less obvious that they're a team to any observers. As he walks, he tries to look around for any sort of public establishment which is unlikely to have a camera or law enforcement inside. A bar, perhaps, or a workshop? Even a dark alleyway or tunnel would probably work.

"Not sure, it looked like their system was cross- referencing arrivals against another list and yours was on both," Dell says softly. "I'd bet you were just lucky enough to come up first and it's just a matter of time until we all match."

His eyes glow a momentarily deeper shade of red.

"Which feels like a set up. If we've got everyone, I'd suggest we leave the area now."

"Yes, of course," she says to Dell, a little startled by the eye color changes those like Dell could make. But she adjusted. It was what she did. Go with the flow and do it calmly, was her motto. With no time to peruse the contents of the envelope she was nevertheless curious about it.

"Do you have any idea what's inside?" she asks, wiggling the envelope and walking briskly nodding to her fellow teammates now that they were together again.

"I'll open it when it's safe to do so. We need to keep our eyes and ears on the area before then." Ava smiles at Ulysses. She doesn't mean to be harsh, but they really can't afford to be ambushed by shadow lurkers.

"The package is just some simple supplies--supplements in case anyone was suffering from their transit state, I'm afraid." Dell nods toward Renn. "Directed to you as our certified doctor."


"As for where to look next, I'd suspect that his home and his work will be the first places anyone checks--so if that's where he is, it's likely he's already been found and we'd have better luck elsewhere."

Dell wracks his brain, trying to think of the area around LVL112 where the last citing occurred, especially any under construction. Maybe the target was hitting a random location for real to make it hard to track him, but it would make sense if he'd chosen a location near where he needed to make a purchase.

(Dell's ride is a small van--colored a vivid royal blue with 'Speed E. Partz' stenciled on the side in bright yellow. Though it's basically just a box van, with a second row of seats that can be stood up in the back or laid down to make room for more cargo, the front section is highly angular and almost entirely glass, giving it a very aerodynamic look, the sides have a number of dents and areas of pitting, all of which are covered over by the paint that appears to have simply been applied over them without any thought of repair.)

"Ah, I see. Alright. Good. No top secret missives then," she says with a chuckle. Yeah, I have to agree with your assessment, Dell. But where to look?"

Switchblade is leaning against a building wall closest to the corner, quietly listening to his companions and watching the street for any unexpected appearances - pursuing Legionnaires, or troublemakers lurking among the alleyways.

"If he was withdrawing reál regardless of the threat of being spotted, then he probably intended to use them for something worth the risk. Likely escaping the station." The mercenary looks over his shoulder, his head turning nearly full 180° to observe the others. "But I wouldn't discard the idea of going to his place of residence. We might not find him, but we might find information about his connections. Neighbours often notice more than folks expect them to."

He shrugs, head snapping back in place with a mechanical whirr. "Although I'm fine with anything. Definitely not here for my non-existent espionage expertise."

"Risky, going to his place. It's probably under observation. Good point though about clues being there." She looks to the others.

"What do we think, folks?"

"What if we do a fly-by of LV112 on the way to his home? If we see a likely hideout nearby we scope it out. If not we see whether his house appears monitored and if we think it's worth risking paying it a visit?"

"Sounds good to me," Switchblade makes finger guns at Dell. "Just see how it goes, act accordingly. If anyone spots us, blow up everything to cover the tracks." He says the last part completely seriously, although it is very likely not.

As he waits for the group to come to a conclusion, Dell will lead them to where his van is parked, throw open the side door, stand up the additional seating, and ensure they are safely buckled in.

Ava does a double take on Switchblade when he suggests blowing everything up. That would be less than ideal. Maybe he was kidding. Ava decides that must be the case as she walks briskly to Dell's van, envelope in hand.

Switchblade leans over the back of Dell's seat to examine the area through the front window - despite the whole section of the vehicle being glass, apparently he just has to look precisely through the front. Or maybe he just likes getting into others' personal space.

"This place seems busy," he remarks, gaze sweeping over the street. "Think our target is the type to try and hide in the crowd? Then again, I bet there are cameras everywhere around, they'd be able to detect him in a few minutes." The cyborg pauses thoughtfully, then adds: "The decommissioned power plant probably doesn't have as much security, but would a spy choose something like this for a hideout?"

"If it's safer, why not? No or fewer cameras, no guards? I'd choose it if I was hiding, which I probably should be doing now, she says, chuckling.

Ulysses sat at the back and was silent during the transit. He observed areas of interest as they passed the station sectors. Where structural damage would be catastrophic (he missed his mecha and thought of some old battle), where people were gathering, escape paths and other minor stuff. He listened the rest of the crew and thought the same too. "I agree about the Power Plant..." he said as he checked his cigarette pack, mostly out of habit to keep his hands busy rather than wanting to smoke.

"I think we do need to consider the possibiity this site was chosen for a withdrawal because it's both crowded and accessible--and that may mean the target chose it because he could slip in and back out without being immediately identified and he didn't plan to remain anywhere in the area and is on a completely different level by now," says Dell. "However, I too am intrigued by the power plant, his construction credentials could give him a valid cover for accessing the location."