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[color=white][center][b]Silverhold | Black Burrow Silver Mines[/b][/center][/color]
[color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color]
[color=silver][center][i]Jago gets a call with an offer he can’t say no to.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen]

The team walked silently to the outskirts of the mine, Vas taking the lead with Serena trailing behind him with the most serious walk she could muster, Jago and Enid with her shotgun bringing up the rear.  The PREN device Jago wore on his hip vibrated indicating that there was a wave coming through. 

Jago sighed, clicking the PREN device to accept the wave. "What's up, we're almost on site and I have to wear a suit, so warn me in advance if it's bad news."

“I request a photo because I’m positive you look absolutely dapper,” Tim replied as he opened up the fridge to scavenge. “Bonus points if it’s a bow tie. It’s not a bolero, is it? Say it’s not so.” 

"I'm sorry if my outfit is not Tim approved, is there a reason you called other than to question my attire for this mission? Otherwise, I'm going to turn this off in the middle of your next sentence." Jago retorted dryly.

“Captain, if I called you each time I questioned your outfit, we’d be waving on a daily basis, but no, this isn't a social call.  We were just hailed by a  Mr. Alistair Revas - as in the I-have-more-credits-than- Ezra- has-dirt, Alistair Revas, the verses own Daddy Warbucks.” 

"And he wants to adopt Serena?" Jago joked.

Hearing her name, Serena looked back, then stepped closer to her Onii. She adopted [i]him[/i]. 

“No, but he does want to line our pockets some.” Tim continued. 

"Arrite … So what does he want?" Jago asked not knowing if he should be suspicious or not.

“Mr. Revas would prefer Kinneas comes out of that unscathed, unscratched, unharmed - it was an ‘un’ word, sounded fancy when he said it.” 

"Unalive is a word." The Captain joked. "Okay, he say why?" 

"No, he did not," Tim said cheekily. "I would have pressed him on it, but he started throwing numbers at me, and Jago, I'm awful fond of the numbers he was tossing." 

"So he is paying us … “ Jago started.

“To get Reed off the planet," Tim finished. "Said he would prefer no harm comes to him. Physical. Legal. Otherwise.  He seems to think the Sheriff has it out for Reed and is itching to get him behind bars or in a pine box. Revas for whatever reason would prefer neither. He’s wire transferred some of them beautiful numbers to get Reed off the rock when all is said and done - and will wire another half once the job’s completed. There’s a lot the Veil can do with that kind of money.” 

"All right, we're already extracting one so grabbing another in the same place I think keeps it simple."

“Well, except we’re not giving Barnet a ride. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure the cabin’s cleaned up, put down some fresh linens, I know how you love company on board the ship. Should I make anything special for supper?” 

"If we manage to pull this off without getting ventilated? I'm sure no one will complain about something with fresh fruit or vegetables." You could only do so much with flavored protein paste.

"Apples!" Vas chimed.

"Only if you don't stab no one you're not supposed to." Jago snorted.

"Write me a list." Vas snarked back.

“Red Apples!” Serena clarified. 

“Fruits, vegetables, band-aids. Got it.” Tim chuckled. “I’ll leave the porch light on. The Veil’s set to go in case anything goes sideways!” 

"Hopefully we won't need it. Just in case, keep the door shut just in case, small-town, riots … I don't want no one storming the boat if things do go sideways. Can't have them damaging my ship. I'll call you with an update after." Jago nodded. 


“Best of luck,” Tim chuckled. “I’ll expect you coming in hot.” 
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