"Yeah, Bloodhound says he's in. He'll guarantee the handoff."

Gumshoe lifted his head at that. He had been leaned over in his small plastic chair, halfway dozed off. There wasn't a whole helluva-lot for the man to do, what with his diminished size and contained stature. 'General Population', he was told, but in truth they kept him in this box to keep him from escaping.  He'd gotten used to the box, but not to the people he'd shared this tent with. However, he wasn't a man to be kept down and Roo was an easy man to branch out to. Gumshoe had contacts and the unsatiable drive to get the word out, and the knowhow on how to organize these things. Roo was an excellent asset to the muckraker, and he didn't give two shits about gang affiliations or backgrounds- everyone here was in the same boat, and he wasn't exactly the brightest of stars in the eyes of the government himself.

He'd been behind bars more than a handful of times, but those were all minor county jails excepting the few breaking and entering charges he'd picked up, and the few assault charges he'd been handled with in the pursuit of truth. However, knowing the right people has always gotten him out without much fuss. Needless to say, though, this was different. He was literally caged. Literally boxed in and separated from everyone else by an unmistakeable gap. He was four inches tall, and one of the few people to have spent so long in the labs. A lot of people in Nellis knew who he was when he emerged into General Population, though, and that had bolstered his diminished spirits considerably. Revived his desire to get word out, rather than give up and be hemmed in. Gumshoe's only regret, he'd decided, was that people had beat him to the name 'Shoebox' and that the name took off and stuck.

So Roo's report that everything had fallen into place was a metaphorical God-send.

"You are an angel, ya know that Roo?" Gumshoe called out as he groggily rose to his feet. He tilted his head until his neck cracked, then shuddered as the sensation went through him. Bad habit, he knew, but damn sometimes it felt good. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He swaggered over to the side of the meshed cage he was kept in and grabbed the material, leaning into it with a frown. When he'd first been put into it, he'd tried prety damn hard to tear at the substance keeping him in- but he'd concluded that it'd be pointless for him to break out until he had an escape in mind. It'd just bring hell down one everyone else if he tried too much too soon.

"Hey, I've got something else in the works, but I'll need everybody on board." He cut his eyes around, though with his diminutive size the subtle gesture was likely lost. He then gestured with a hand more obviously. "I'm still working out the kinks, now, so don't get too excited."

Gumshoe's voice carried a certain excitement within it, like he really thought he was up to something crazy and good. He took a few steps back from the wall of his 'cage' at that point and ran a hand through his hair, seeming to regain his composure from the brief excitement. He shook his arms out and tilted his head again, this time opposite the direction he had earlier, until his neck cracked again. He really needed to cut that out.

As he unwound some more and looked back up at Rufus, he couldn't help but notice Taka nosing her way in, but he didn't bring any attention to it. He didn't think she'd appreciate the attention, and his probably went unnoticed by her. Gumshoe approached the wall of his 'cage' once more.

"I'm thinking everyone'll be behind this, Roo.." He began, calling up to Rufus. "But we can't let any of their inside people hear about this, and it's serious- I'm thinking we can get some of these people out of this damn camp."

His voice dropped considerably at the end there, and it was quite possible nobody could [i]really[/i] hear him in his attempt at discretion.

"I came in here to get the truth, and frankly... now that I have it, it needs to get out a damn bit faster than these handoffs we've got set up. They'll work for a while, but the best way to do this is to get people from the inside... out."

Of course, his desire to get the story out heavily coincided with others' desires to get [b]themselves[/b] out, which he valued rather highly as well.