[022] audio

[terminates]

This isn't a flood.

[Private to Jason Bourne]

I need to talk to you.

[Private to Coyolxauhqui]

Where are you?

[ooc: Replies may be spotty.]

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Private

[brokenweapon]

What about?

Private

[terminates]

I need a weapon.

Private

[brokenweapon]

Because of what's happening.

Private

[terminates]

It's not going to be a picnic.

Private

[brokenweapon]

I figured.

I've got knives.

Private

[terminates]

How many?

Private

[brokenweapon]

Six I'm willing to lend out.

Private

[terminates]

Two should work just fine.

Private - He appreciates economy of STABBING.

[brokenweapon]

Good. You're in your cabin?

Private - It's very efficient.

[terminates]

For now.

Private - And he's all about efficiency.

[brokenweapon]

Three minutes.

[SPAM] - Such well-oiled machines, they are.

[terminates]

[He's waiting, seated with a book in hand, his visage externally calm. In reality, he's on edge, and though he's already made up his mind on what he should do, it doesn't make him any happier.]

[SPAM] - Like Jiffy Lube!

[brokenweapon]

[Bourne knocks on the door. Not so much because he's polite, but because he knows that he and Slade are similar enough to kill the hell out of someone walking in unannounced. Besides, it's probably locked.]

[SPAM] - Badass and shiny!

[terminates]

It's open.

[Oddly enough. He's not worried about Aztecs barging into his room -- or maybe, he almost wants them to. Hard to say.]

[SPAM] - Sorry, everything in my life went wrong :|

[brokenweapon]

[Bourne enters, walks up to Slade, and holds the knives out to him. Mr. Efficiency.]