3rd Cut -- [Audio | Cellphone]

[twopercent]

I know I've heard new voices, seen new messages, from people who are just starting to connect to whatever the hell this network is. I'm sure you got the warning already but in case you didn't... don't tell anyone else about it, or anything strange you've been seeing. And don't get caught. I can't really say I recommend it.

[Jack's tone is pretty low-key, concerned, when he adds:]

I guess it'd be too much to hope any of you know your way around technical gear?... security cameras, that kind of thing. Some way to keep an eye on things without anyone being put in any danger. We just... don't know enough. About anything. Not yet.

Even how we got these numbers in the first place. Someone has to have set this up. Why haven't we heard anything yet about how. Why. And who...

Comments

[twopercent]

Food? [And only half-jokingly:] Ammunition?

[secondcomingof]

[ Jack, stop getting him to smile. It is rude and very uncalled for. ]

Bloody dimwit.

[ Far less jokingly: ]

...I don't like people. Hate them, actually. Less interaction, the better.

[twopercent]

[Okay let's get down to business and not talk about how you're going to run out of pancake batter eventually.]

And if they send a SWAT team to break down your door? I know nothing's happened yet, but face it, Cap, they know where you live.

[secondcomingof]

Let them come.

[ Oh, dear. That grin of his was... somewhat disturbing. Moving right on from that. ]

I can make other arrangements, if necessary. They can strip me of my freedom, perhaps, but they can't strip me of everything else.

And rest assured, I remain a force to be reckoned with. I can visit the wrath of God upon a group just as easily as I can some poor sod in my bed.

[twopercent]

Urgh... [...with audible discomfort... did you really have to word it like that?!]

After seeing your gear, I don't doubt it.

[Wait, that doesn't help how this sounds any. Thankfully Jack is only using audio and Casval doesn't get to see the face he just made.]

Well, good luck. And if you ever need backup...

[secondcomingof]

[ Oh, but you get to see the face Casval just made.

And boy, is it ever smug. ]

I'm keeping a tally, dear. You're paying me back. For the gun. And the clothes. And the knife. Debts are one thing my memory never fogs up on.

We'll be in touch.

[ And before the feed cuts, serious face— ]

Don't die. I mean it.

[ —well. That's an awfully strange way to show affection. Enjoy your new guardian angel, Jack. It seems you don't have much choice in the matter regardless. ]