Something way more organized than just some guy on the street. It's probably a gang getting paid the good stuff. Maybe drugs trade, maybe smuggling - people who've got the know-how and the experience in making people vanish.
[ she's running through the options she knows of, the gangs she's heard from inside stillwater... the people from before all that, even. thing is, she doesn't know a whole lot about the current state of the undercity. nothing but silco's bullshit, and that doesn't help here.
[ strohl's looking more and more annoyed - his chronic do-gooder senses are well and properly rankled the more that she talks. ]
We've not much in the way of a drug trade, at least as far as I've seen. Other problems. [ much bigger problems. smuggling, though...
ughghg. he considers the question for a longer moment - what's next - from the perspective of a strategist. ]
... I think we need to figure out how binding this two weeks of time is, and form an exit strategy. Investigate the transport, find out how we got here in the first place, then hijack it and get gone. There has to be someone running this damn place. We can try to find out what makes those little mechanical things tick, too. Maybe break a couple of them. See what happens.
[ she says, with a hint of smugness to it. a beat, and then she nudges his shoulder with her own, gently. bracing. ]
... Look. We'll figure it out. Don't stress too bad about it. You've got brains rattling around up there, and I've got the fists to back it up. Plus, your girl's got battle sense, I can tell. If we are actually in trouble, we've got it covered from a bunch of different angles.
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[ she's running through the options she knows of, the gangs she's heard from inside stillwater... the people from before all that, even. thing is, she doesn't know a whole lot about the current state of the undercity. nothing but silco's bullshit, and that doesn't help here.
she sighs short out of her nose. ]
So - what next, then?
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[ strohl's looking more and more annoyed - his chronic do-gooder senses are well and properly rankled the more that she talks. ]
We've not much in the way of a drug trade, at least as far as I've seen. Other problems. [ much bigger problems. smuggling, though...
ughghg. he considers the question for a longer moment - what's next - from the perspective of a strategist. ]
... I think we need to figure out how binding this two weeks of time is, and form an exit strategy. Investigate the transport, find out how we got here in the first place, then hijack it and get gone. There has to be someone running this damn place. We can try to find out what makes those little mechanical things tick, too. Maybe break a couple of them. See what happens.
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[ she says, with a hint of smugness to it. a beat, and then she nudges his shoulder with her own, gently. bracing. ]
... Look. We'll figure it out. Don't stress too bad about it. You've got brains rattling around up there, and I've got the fists to back it up. Plus, your girl's got battle sense, I can tell. If we are actually in trouble, we've got it covered from a bunch of different angles.
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Different angles. Right. [ ...
but with that, he returns the nudge, lopsided smile slight, but returned. ] Company could be worse.
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Aw, that's the nicest thing anybody has ever said about me. [ she drawls, grinning. ] At least someone around here has some common sense.
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[ strohl says as if he is not also getting involved in every stupid fucking shenanigan there ever was
its fine. he repeats: ] We'll figure it out.