Kay once again insisted on carrying equipment herself when the pirate crew disembarked and made their way into the warehouse. She almost regretted that decision for once when a spray of gunfire caused her to jump out of her skin and nearly drop some very expensive hardware. Once Petrukov’s gun ran mercifully dry, Kay was left clutching her chest with heaving breaths and fearing a heart attack at the ripe old age of 34. The ringing in her ears was only drowned out by her pulse thundering behind her ears as she reflexively wiped something from her face that wasn’t there. The movement unintentionally smeared her makeup and revealed the dark circles of fatigue under one eye. All at once she returned to the present more pissed off than usual, but determined to seem as detached as ever, as she moved past her employer.

[color=662d91]“I’ve been holed up in worse places,”[/color] she remarked, hoping a white-knuckled grip on her duffel bags would stop her hands from shaking.

The affectionately dubbed “hacker woman” set about finding somewhere to plug in all her equipment. She found a single outlet in one of the darker corners and got to work setting up her station. Not wanting to set everything on the floor, she called dibs on one of the rickety metal work tables from the machine shop and dragged it over to her little space. Her hands moved of their own accord as she unpacked, adjusted, maneuvered, and finagled all the necessary and less necessary tools of the trade into position. Her oversized laptop dominated the table and formed the nexus of an unsightly array of wires connecting the external hardware flanking the triple screen behemoth; all flowing into an industrial surge protector. Antenna of various sizes and blinking lights decorated her impromptu workspace and she kicked her now empty bags under the table. 

She stretched and admired her work for a moment before slipping the last pack off her shoulders and setting it gently on the floor. A bundle of cables emerged first and then a contender for the ugliest headset on the continent. The base appeared to be a variation of the “Looking Glass” VR headset series developed by FuryTech and one of the older models to be sure, but that was where the similarities ended. The slick, shiney white paneling had been removed to make room for a whole assortment of extra wiring and circuitry that formed a sort of veil. She set the tech aside and stood, stretching with a groan, and made her way toward Petrukov. She made a mental note to attempt contact with Delilah later after she spoke with her employer. Maybe if she was lucky the pirate queen would reveal her plans and not spring her absurdity on Kay last minute.