Aftermath

[Backo]

Suddenly Eliza's PDA buzzed inside her back pocket. Someone was messaging her. A moment later it buzzed again. What the hell did they want? And why exactly now? The situation seemed to be easing and perhaps the powder keg was going to stay unexploded, just a bit longer at least. Or long enough for her to check what the hell they were messaging her about right now. Eliza moved away from the crowd and towards a pair of cargo containers, likely the kind that gets attached to the civilian series transports for ease of transport, and pulled out her PDA. She had two messages. One was from old man Muerte, who she had decided to spare this meeting, but apparently he wasn't aware that Valdez would still attend. He wanted to go fishing. Fishing? The girl figured it is a good hobby as any if you suddenly have a lot more free time on your hands. And free time wasn't something that Eliza had at the moment so she replied politely enough telling him that she's busy at the moment.

The other message though was much more interesting. It was a man whose name rhymed with spaghetti. It wasn't even anything important, but what was concerning was that the transmission was coming from inside the station. Did he know about this gathering? He probably did. It was hard to not know once you see all those warships just outside of the No-Fire-Zone. But Eliza didn't arrive through any of those, so why message her? Did he know she was also here? She didn't know. Could have asked him, but that would be giving it away, wouldn't it? Instead she decided to paraphrase "fuck off" into "you should go check on Pittsburgh" and set her PDA's messanger to Do-Not-Disturb. It was better to focus on the meeting right now. The spaghetti could be tended to later.

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Republic of the Sword and Sun