imagine your icon cradling you in their lap
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“They can reverse that shit? Seriously? Mhm, sounds, actually kind’a fun at any rate! At least you’re getting to travel a bit.” she chuckled, again, seems to do that enough. “Got any images or anythin’? I can keep a look out for anything if ya’ need. My missions is a little.. stale, at times.”
Cat grinned a bit while waiting for an answer. Maybe this woman here could give her some sort of entertainment. Really she thought this whole ‘scout here, call back’ would of proved to at least come with some excitement, other than almost being drowned in gel and sneezing every five minutes from cat fur overload.
“It’s possible, to a degree. I think it might’ve had something to do with his rank, what with still being in the Metropolitan Police.” Her grin grew slightly, and she managed a bit of a laugh herself. “I am getting to see the world! That can’t be terribly bad.” She slung off her backpack as she asked for any images, rustling through for a moment before picking out a pair of double-sided pics.
One side of each had a front view, one with a side view; one of the papers with the suit itself and the other with the man in question. It was clearly a bit old, but the suit itself was simple metro gear with the primary update being its possession of a MP7 along with its pistol. The man, on the other hand, was Asian, with hardly any facial hair, a shaved head, green eyes, and an apparently broken/slightly crooked nose. “These work well enough?”
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“So, then that just leaves me on my part to handle…” That wasn’t going to be easy.
“If you’re going to need a hand, feel free to take one-oh-one with you. She’s a bit far from home as-is.” The DvL, again, presently tapping on a small radio as to adjust the frequency.
Binary gave what could be considered a questioning look even through her helmet as she glanced to Ender.
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“Guess not.” she laughed a bit more before making a mental inventory of what she could see. Most likely out of habit, or just the fact she missed her own gear and toys. Now all she was stuck with was some dingy orange jumpsuit and no weapons to call her own; at least not readily available.
“Oh shit, 8? Why the hell are ya’ way out here?” Cat chuckled and patted the woman on the shoulder, “I thought I was far from home! Just, damn..” She wasn’t really sure where that was exactly, just not on this continent.
“After somebody?”
Binary probably wouldn’t even complain about the cataloging if she knew. It was generally a good rule of thumb to know what people close to you had on-hand. She might’ve even asked what the backpack contained, were she in a place to.
She almost cringed from the physical contact. She wasn’t exactly used to that, even among her home squad-mates. Instead she at least lessened the extent of the twinge. “Something along those lines. Looking for a rogue agent, reverse-programmed by a group of insurgents. They actually think it’s an accomplishment, but the only real accomplishment here is how far he’s managed to get.”
She shook her head. “At least, that’s what the official report says. I got struck by a rogue batch of portal storms, and found out they actually do something every now and again.”
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Ender smiled under his helmet. “Couldn’t have asked for a better plan”, he said with a smile.
Binary simply looked between them. “How long could it take?”
He mock-scratched the side of his helmet. “About a day, minimum, for all sector heads to receive the proposal. So long as they start just as soon, there’ll be a good chance of quick implementation.”
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“Mhm, haven’t heard of ‘em, your uniform resembles pretty close to our own operatives though.” Cat was obviously at ease around the woman, and even started a little half circle to get a closer peek at the gear she may of been wearing.
“Operations Specialist.” she gave the cutesy of giving her own rank back, “Out of City 17, or whats left of it anyways.” she laughed, giving her shoulder a memorable rub.
“Interesting.. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, hmm?” Binary lost at least some of the tensity that she had held upon picking up on Cat, but her head still continued to follow her as she made that circle. It would have been hard to hide much outer gear on this suit, though: a pair of pistols between the legs, seemingly convenient enough for a cross-retrieval during combat and avoiding damage to the guns outside of combat; her slightly updated rifle slung simply around her back and secured with a tightened shoulder-strap, obviously meant for primary usage; and an oddly marked backpack, seemingly scavenged from rebels from the sight of an orange Lambda symbol inside of a red ‘X’, that’s contents were about the only secret her gear still held (even this, though, had a grenade suspended in the bottle holster).
She nodded slightly upon hearing about her rank and workplace. She’d only gotten a minimal report on the collapse, but it had enough information behind it to give her a general idea on the City’s decimation. “I’ve been out of City Eight for most of my life. I’m a tad out of the way as of recently, however.”
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Ender crosses his arms. “We were wondering if you could find a way to calm things down on your end. I know the adversaries of my people, well. I’ll calm down things on my side with hopes that maybe the Combine will stop on their end”
Binary simply rests her hands in her lap, coincidentally overlapping with the butts of her guns in this. It is clearly not a provoking move, however.
The Divisional Leader looks between them before nodding. “The best we could do is likely switching orders to an ‘attack if provoked’ stance. It might be a bit of a challenge to get a confirmation of this globally, but it is not impossible.”
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Cat craned her neck to get a better look-see a the mentioned rifle, she already knew it was there, but didn’t really mind it too much.
Her head nodded at the name, “Cat.” she replied with her own, giving the person a bit of a crooked smirk, “Got a title to go with the uniform?”
Another curt nod from the tall trooper. “Affirmative.” It wouldn’t be seen, but she narrowed her eyes, picking up a bit of a grin herself. “That would be Assassin, although it is typically off of most charts. It isn’t exactly a common rank quite yet.”
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Cat didn’t seem too surprised or even put off by the appearance of the armored woman, she even shrugged at the request before shifting her weight to the side slightly, “You first, sweet heart.”
Bee tilted her head upwards a little before returning it to it’s regular pose of mostly-eye-to-eye contact. “Don’t exactly have reason to. I’m the one with a rifle here.” She paused, considered it anyways before complying. “Binary.”
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Ender nodded and took a seat next to Binary, looking silently across the desk to the Divisional Leader.
“You’re both up to date, I take it.” the man behind the desk posed the question-statement.
“Yessir.” Binary shot back. “We’re working on a plan to stop the conflict.”
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The primavera suit turned on the new signature, not appearing to take her as hostile. Even if she did, she had plenty of toys to keep her at bay temporarily. “<:: Identify.” she said -seemingly out of a well-kept habit- rather rigidly.
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He sighs. “Alright. Lead the way”
Binary takes a deep breath before walking to the marked door, knocking before opening it up. “Divisional Leader five-tew-nine, one-oh-one from Eight reporting.”
“At ease, both of you. Have a seat.” the male behind the desk gestured forwards at a pair of chairs set up in front of the desk. It almost seemed like he would be ranked under Binary, from the looks of his armor, but a few key things distinguished him from typical Civil Protection units- a different mask, with a more triangular mouthpiece; a healthier press and trim; and the identifying mark on his left breast.
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“Well…a general idea. But, yes. More or less: a plan”
“Better than what I’ve got, hopefully.”
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