The mismatched pair of Song and Dancer limped their way slowly down the upper deck, the taller of the two walking very slowly and very carefully as he followed his partner towards the front of the ship.  After a rather unnerving and violent experience on the bridge, Maya had decided to take some precautions before they left.  Now, they moved uncomfortably, not looking at each other or speaking, though their minds were still actively exchanging commentary.

[color=929292][i]Just to make sure we're on the same page: we are [/i]not[i] telling [/i]anyone[i] about that.  And that includes fucking AMRO.[/i][/color]

[color=b536da][i]We're not supposed to lie on official reports, and I'd rather not risk annoying our superiors any more.[/i][/color]

[color=929292][i]Don't fucking deflect, you know what I mean.  Use all that fancy wording of yours, leave out the nasty details.[/i][/color]

Maya made the tiniest of nods.  [color=b536da][i]We entered the bridge, found a chemical weapon, and disposed of it before it could do to much damage.  Effects on both asylums were temporary and negligible.  There's no need to mention you bawling like a baby-[/i][/color]

[color=929292][i]That's enough of that![/i][/color]

[color=b536da][i]Oh, come on.  It's not like you haven't embarrassed yourself far worse before...[/i][/color]

The strangeness of the experience aside, they had been successful in their mission.  The bomb had been found, and while they hadn't defused it, its effect had been spent on them and caused little actual harm.  Probably more of a prank than anything else.  Maya knew it pissed off Dancer to no end, but it was still better that actually having the ship blow up on them.  The crew was back on the bridge, the other Asylums appeared to have dealt with the other bombs, and the boat was quickly heading towards its destination.  Not a bad start, all things considered.

Or so Maya thought.  Dancer was still utterly convinced that something was going to go horribly wrong.

Still, there were no immediate screams or explosions as the cruise ship docked, nor did the ladders or the docks show any signs of collapsing as the crowds of Bloodline members disembarked.  Dancer's eyes flicked back and forth as he walked onto the island, a heavy duffel bag slung over one shoulder, but no immediate threats presented themselves.  The peacefulness only made him more paranoid.  If whoever was out there wasn't attacking them now, that could only mean they were saving all those nasty surprises for later.

His ire and attention, however, were soon drawn by the crowd of Asylums dicking around in front of the estate they were supposed to be protecting.  His right hand smacked into his forehead.  [color=929292]"Maya... please tell me this is another fucking bomb, and that the little shits aren't actually acting like a bunch of five-year-olds?"[/color]

She smiled back at him.  [color=b536da]"I'm afraid not, there's no signs of foul play."[/color]  Then yawned.  [color=b536da]"Seems we have some colorful reinforcements on our hands, here.  Not that I mind, if it means less work for us."[/color]  She waved at Geko and the others, pleased to see them.  She could tolerate her grouch of a partner better than most, but it'd be nice to have some fresh faces around to lighten the mood.