Plan B - A Risk Worth Taking

[Ryummel]

//skypelogs into forum format (sweat)

Wherever the hell Silver would be, Jack pulled the best of his efforts to find her somewhere in Valencia's settlement. There was something to discuss. Silver saw his face in the morning mass at Sunday. He made sure to be seen in the front row of the small church, where over a hundred persons fought to enter everytime she said her sermons.

With a raised eyebrow and a smirk, she managed to send a quick nod to Jack at the end of the mass so that they could talk in the small church office. Scratching the scruffy beard he had let grow carelessly for a couple of seconds as he glimpsed across the crowdy mess, he eventually ended in the addressed dim room. "Hola there."

"Hola? My my, Jack. Gettin' along with the natives?" Silver smirked while she sat in the priest chair, signaling with her hand to him. Jack didn't even bother to sit on the seat close by Santa Muerte, simply leaning against the wooden furniture he'd stumble upon, casting an indifferent look at her. The time spent among the savages as he called them turned him somewhat numb and less than cheered as he used to.

"Scored two Hessians in the Omega 'Cinco' three days ago. And then guess who I found nagging me."

"Hmmm. I'll go with.. Aerelm?" Silver grabbed a data-pad and kicked back in the seat. He arched an eyebrow, definitely that came with a surprise for him, wondering where she had had her ears and eyes recently. "Seems I can't even go to toilet without somebody watching, hm?"

"I've always kept an eye on you, love. Didn't do anythin' to whatever was happenin' at you.. but.. always kept an eye on you." She smirked. "Plus.. Freeport 5. Come on. A little more and that's a second Cadiz for the 'sairs."

She eyed Jack. He was different. Less and less the mix between libertonian and bretonian she knew, and more and more hardened. Like a rock. "So.. What was he nagging you about?" Jack crossed his arms, starting to take little steps in circles across the room. "He's been contracted to steal a brand new Gladiator alongside its blueprints." Silver raised an eyebrow and whistled. "He sure aims to the big deals." She eyed him. "And what you want to do?"

"Think I've done enough in this hellhole already." He replied, leaning against the wall after he got tired of his 'wardance'. Silver smirked. "Are you Jack? Or you still feel the 'old one' gripping at your feet?"

"He has just changed, a bit. I think." He returned a smile, shrugging a little. "Some noise across the Omegas wouldn't be bad either."

"Hmmm." She grabs a cigar from the desk and lights it up. "So.. you want me.. to what? Grab a bloody Glad and the blueprints and give it to Aerelm for nothin'? 'Cause gettin' you out of here is easy as pie."

"Rather, paving the way for me and for this guy. To the limit where you wouldn't be linked to this incoming crapstorm, si." He answered. "But, love.. What do I have to gain?" She smirked.

"You could ask him when you two meet, if you accept so." She laughs. "And what do you have to gain, then?"

"Plenty to choose from, honestly." He replied sharply. Silver eyed Jack. "Hmm I do guess it's time for you after all." She got up and said with a sigh. "Aigh't. What, when, where, how?"

"Freeport 1?" He grinned. "Oh, dandy. I got to talk to Eris, after all. Let's say, two days? I'm still prep'ing my departure to Liberty." She smirked at the obvious grin.

"Awesome."

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