Kit was elated that they the front chaser had given up. It would have been awkward having to deal with part of the windshield obscured or outright broken with a body that had gone through it! Seemed the classic bet on the weight and momentum of the vehicle was a good one.
Although he did confuse the harpoon to be the old fashioned fine, rather than a scrambler. An underestimating bit on his part. But, can't be careful about every little detail when in a middle of a dangerous chase. Especially with one's own life on the line.
"Hmm, trying to hook deep into me to scramble my systems, or giving me a good p-"Kit would let out a small scoff followed by a snicker.
"You know you make these too easy sometimes~." "Better to repair a couple dents in a car, than a couple of dents and holes in you. Still going to grumble and moan about it later though. Maybe when we're completely sure there's no more gunshots to be had."Kit was glad that Rizzo had made sure to scan the area once they landed. In truth, he'd just performed the drop-off and dart the hell out of dodge without securing things first. Kit wouldn't be relaxed either, but didn't have the same level of apprehension & awareness to take the cautions. Instead maintaining an active alertness to jump, gun, or run at any given moment instead. Riding the rush, rather than preparing it as often as he should.
"Mmm, really depends on what you ended up taking, hun. Considering it was just biker detail. Can't say it feels too off yet. But you'd know about getting the h-" Kit cleared his throat.
"The jump on things, better than I."The waiting was the unsettling moments of the job.
Waiting always felt like it could mean any number of troubles, or perhaps simple background anxieties.
It also slowly killed the 'buzz' of it all, making one feel less alert or trustworthy over time depending.
That was when, Virginia arrived. An old family member, perhaps ward or employer even at times.
The surprise did register and 'buzz' through Kit's eyes upon seeing her. Not expecting her to arrive in person at least.
"Yeah, uh... a while. Maybe a few months now."
"Some annoyed bikers. Seemed pretty standard security, but didn't really eye them beyond a few blurred masses to say."Kit would slip the chip out of the hidden port along his hip.
Before stepping over to slip it into Virginia's hand, concealing it under his other palm all the while.
"Might be a bit stupid to ask. But, have you been managing your sleep well between your cases lately? Shouldn't be going without eight hours of sleep, ya know."A bit more of a nostalgic, and protective attitude surfaced from Kit.
Action: Trade Off |
FP: 0 |
Stress: 0 |
Consequences: 0
Scene: Somewhere in the Depths of the Lower City
SCENE |
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