[ The lady blue, a partner on the airwaves, and a washed up locksmith that doesn't do field work actually suiting up and doing field work. How nice. He's got his hair tied back in a loose tail to keep it from getting in the way in the offered helmet, careful to keep his face turned away when he ditches the glasses and slides it on. The HUD pings to life and it is and isn't what he's used to. The comforting ping of Delta is missing entirely, his left side's utterly blank.
It takes a moment to move the data over to his right eye, to double back on trackers on his left so he'll know if anything is coming. He's learned to adapt. The vest is easier, goes on right over the jacket he's wearing. Light, maneuverable, shit goes down? He's hiding. He is not getting paid enough to die for Blue. ]
In my glory days such things were my bread and butter. [ God he feels pretentious using this cadence, but it's part of the role, part of the job, and he's gotten good at lying. Besides. It's kind of true. ] Lead on, Lady Blue, and I'll get you in.
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It takes a moment to move the data over to his right eye, to double back on trackers on his left so he'll know if anything is coming. He's learned to adapt. The vest is easier, goes on right over the jacket he's wearing. Light, maneuverable, shit goes down? He's hiding. He is not getting paid enough to die for Blue. ]
In my glory days such things were my bread and butter. [ God he feels pretentious using this cadence, but it's part of the role, part of the job, and he's gotten good at lying. Besides. It's kind of true. ] Lead on, Lady Blue, and I'll get you in.