Don't want it, don't need it.
*In one of the very back and seldom used storage areas of the Ark, Finch is half laying on a crate, one of her side body panels open. She's got one hand just inside while her systems run diagnostics, trying to find something... And when she does, a long talon extends from each finger and as she starts picking at the wires attached.*
.oO (...sorry, Ratch and 'Jack...but this thing makes me nervous. I don't need one of these tracking devices in me and I sure as slag don't want it, either. In my line of work, the less easily I'm found, the better...and that's even IF the tracker in question is an allied one.)
*Wincing, she works the rest of the wires loose and pulls the tiny device out, looking over it a moment before thinking on what to do with it. At that moment, something eight legged and hairy comes crawling up the side of the crate.*
[q] Oooh, hey, I remember you... You're that bird tarantula. "Sweetums", isn't it?
*The arachnid pauses in its slow crawl to regard her. The pair watch each other for a few nanoklicks before Finch scoops the tarantula into one hand, a sly grin on her faceplate.*
[q] Here, let's do this... You won't mind taking this off my hands, huh?
*Finch looks around a bit before finding a nearby box that's got some supplies in it. Getting out a little tube of non-toxic glue, she dabs a bit on Sweetum's back and sticks the tracker on top. She then sets the hairy bugger down and watches as it crawls off.*
[q] That adhesive'll wear off after a while and drop the tracker off. Meantime, I'm free... Now, what to do, what to do...
*Sneaking out of the storage room, he heads back into the main halls to see what sort of "trouble" she can get into.*
.oO (...sorry, Ratch and 'Jack...but this thing makes me nervous. I don't need one of these tracking devices in me and I sure as slag don't want it, either. In my line of work, the less easily I'm found, the better...and that's even IF the tracker in question is an allied one.)
*Wincing, she works the rest of the wires loose and pulls the tiny device out, looking over it a moment before thinking on what to do with it. At that moment, something eight legged and hairy comes crawling up the side of the crate.*
[q] Oooh, hey, I remember you... You're that bird tarantula. "Sweetums", isn't it?
*The arachnid pauses in its slow crawl to regard her. The pair watch each other for a few nanoklicks before Finch scoops the tarantula into one hand, a sly grin on her faceplate.*
[q] Here, let's do this... You won't mind taking this off my hands, huh?
*Finch looks around a bit before finding a nearby box that's got some supplies in it. Getting out a little tube of non-toxic glue, she dabs a bit on Sweetum's back and sticks the tracker on top. She then sets the hairy bugger down and watches as it crawls off.*
[q] That adhesive'll wear off after a while and drop the tracker off. Meantime, I'm free... Now, what to do, what to do...
*Sneaking out of the storage room, he heads back into the main halls to see what sort of "trouble" she can get into.*