[i]'Your friend inside is all suited up and ready fer da crusades... Look, the drones are already watching.'[/i]

[color=darkkhaki][i]I know what I'm[/i] doing,[/color] mouthed Giggles in his hood. He stood and waited. The situation outside resolved itself in due time. He lowered the von Goethe, and lowered his scowl.

[color=darkkhaki]"Another cup. Right."[/color] He rolled his shoulders one at a time, his voice a mechanised rasp in the smoke filter. Giggles's disposable phone appeared from somewhere. Paper was for people with time. [color=darkkhaki]"Gotcha both a proximity buzz. Number starts with two-nine-three-kappa. Jot me down as Gucci."[/color] He chuckled for no apparent reason, as Marco went off to think through his off-planet dreams. 

[color=darkkhaki]"Looks like it's you, me, and-"[/color] the Hound barked. [color=darkkhaki]"Muttsy over here. Where'd you get a dog like that?"[/color] Giggles raised an eyebrow at Colin as he palmed some Valentine bombs Marco had left behind. [color=darkkhaki]"He's not a shipmate's breed, that's for sure. Speaking. You were looking for contacts, right? We're in a boat, then."[/color]