KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral turns to the others with his back to Marks, pointing a thumb back toward their handler, "What do we need him for, anyway? Let him deal with the cops and the FCC and all that other BS while we skip town."
CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE
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CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Marks looked around the sanctuary but said nothing for long moments. He finally offered, to no one in particular. "We need to do something with Esmeralda."
Rubberneck
First Post
J.R. paces around the sanctuary listening in on everyone weighing thier opinions trying to get a grasp on his own.
"Being on da run fer da rest of my life is not an appealing option. I'd rather go back and serve my sentence."
"Being on da run fer da rest of my life is not an appealing option. I'd rather go back and serve my sentence."
Death Otter frowned at the mention of Esmerelda. She wanted to dismiss the problem, but she knew better. Leave her behind, and the manhunt became a murder investigation. At the moment the cops would be suspicious, but they didn't really have specific evidence of wrongdoing. There was a lot of circumstantial weirdness, but nothing that merited charges outside fairly generic, 'Failure to comply with lawful demands' or some nonsense.
If they found a body, or evidence of a body, things changed dramatically, and not for the better.
But she wasn't that kind of criminal. She didn't kill people, or dispose of dead people. She dealt with information, not blood and guts. She had a somewhat vague notion that it was very, very hard to dispose of a body without leaving a trace in this day and age. It wasn't just fingerprints and blacklights to find fluids now. Forensics could pull DNA molecules invisible to any other test off of just about any surface.
About the only way to stop that was to make sure they never had a reason to bring in a team in the first place.
"Alright...alright...hang on. Assuming they don't tip off to the hypnosis thing," she said, pacing away a few steps, "Their first step will be to check our story. Marks, who legally owns this building?"
If they found a body, or evidence of a body, things changed dramatically, and not for the better.
But she wasn't that kind of criminal. She didn't kill people, or dispose of dead people. She dealt with information, not blood and guts. She had a somewhat vague notion that it was very, very hard to dispose of a body without leaving a trace in this day and age. It wasn't just fingerprints and blacklights to find fluids now. Forensics could pull DNA molecules invisible to any other test off of just about any surface.
About the only way to stop that was to make sure they never had a reason to bring in a team in the first place.
"Alright...alright...hang on. Assuming they don't tip off to the hypnosis thing," she said, pacing away a few steps, "Their first step will be to check our story. Marks, who legally owns this building?"
Rubberneck
First Post
J.R. stops in his tracks,
"Shii*t wah abaht da kid that got away? Wah happens whenever he comes hunting fer his girlfriend? If wes run, wes become public enemy numer one. FCC will deny everything and alls of a sudden we're excaped cons. We stay we git pinched fer murder. Our only option is Garvey."
"Shii*t wah abaht da kid that got away? Wah happens whenever he comes hunting fer his girlfriend? If wes run, wes become public enemy numer one. FCC will deny everything and alls of a sudden we're excaped cons. We stay we git pinched fer murder. Our only option is Garvey."
gribble
Explorer
T-dawg listens without speaking, until JR mentions going back to jail, at which he nods. "I agree. Rather go back to the house than go on the run. Either I get my pardon, or I go back. I ain't running like some low-life criminal". It's odd how he spits out the word criminal, almost as if he doesn't see himself as one.
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral nods, "Back to prison is fine by me." Turning to Marks, "This is on you. None of us asked for this."
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Marks muttered something suspiciously akin to "clusterfluck" under his breath. He looked at Cyril. "Fine. Call Garvey. But her sh-tstorm is all yours. I'm gonna go start mopping the floor, change clothes, wash up. Don't nobody touch Esmeralda til Garvey weighs in." He shot Feral a look of death nails as he shouldered his way out of the sanctuary, heading not to the office but toward the kitchen.
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral called after him, "Any time you want to bring it, buddy."
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
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Marks stopped short. His shoulders stiffened. Slowly, he turned around, his hands balled into fists. "What did you just say? You want a piece of me?" He took three steps forward toward Feral til the pair faced off. "Go ahead. Take a swing. No? Not gonna do it? That's what I thought." Marks angled his left shoulder toward Feral, almost offering it for attack, then moved to turn away.
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