"She thinks in curves." All the explanation of Pink's conversational style Marco's gonna get, and a gentle smile makes it clear Elodie approves. "Anyway, you stole the meticulously kept notes of all the bad things the cops were doing, which? Congratulations! And I'm sorry. Don't write down that address, we're still going for plausible deniability here." She repeats it to herself a few times under her breath, before nodding.

"So, Earth. The police want to kill you. Not want as in "it'd be nice", want as in "you existing ends them". Earth is not safe, but it's safer. It's hard to work on Earth. The way a Maple Syndicate guy explained it to me, it's a payment handoff problem, complicated by anybody you send to deal with a liar is on a one-way trip. So the cops are going to have trouble finding people that'll trust them enough to get paid after a hit job, and they will have a hard time trusting people to get paid before one, and on top of that Earth is big. They'd have to find you."

The Maple Syndicate was one of the few organized crime rings to make the jump to orbit, cashing in real estate across the U.S. western seaboard and throughout Canada just as the market started to dip to get their grip extended into orbit. In other company, name dropping them would be a marker of either a poser, somebody with more ambition than sense, or somebody to be very scared of.

"The alternative is finding a hole and hiding in it or somehow figuring out someplace that the police cannot or will not touch. I don't [i]like[/i] you taking the Fall. But it's your choice, and I want you to be fully informed for it." She jabs a finger at York. "And he's going to make sure you do know before you commit." It's as much a request as a promise.

"Now, I'm off to commit a spot of burglary."