[color=silver][h1][center]Looped In Part 1[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Kinneas’s Bunk[/b][/center][/color]
[color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color]
[color=silver][center][i]Cyd Skye and Fox give there friend a call letting him know this wasn’t a random encounter.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@MK Blitzen], [@Aalakrys]



“Patching through now,” Cyd promised the fox, sending a wave Kinneas’ PREN device. 

Kinneas lifted his arm from his eyes and looked over at the device as it alerted him. There wasn't anyone left he'd planned on speaking to, but he picked it up, all the same, to see who was waving him. 

Cyd’s smile brightened seeing her old friend, and subconsciously she checked her image at the bottom of the screen, just to make sure nothing was out of place. “Aweh, Kinney!”  She said.

The bland expression he'd been wearing lit at seeing Cyd. "Hey, girlie. Wasn't expecting you. Nice timing, as always."

“That’s usually my line to you if memory of St. Albans serves me right. Perfectly timed shot saved me and my bruvs from possibly a long stretch in a lock-up.” She reminded him. “Fox wanted a word, but stay on after, oweh? We’ll catch up.” 

"That, and a near desperate need to get out of the cold - but, we'll talk about that after." He winked, giving the go-ahead to connect the fixer. 

Cyd tapped a few keys and waved before the grizzled face of Theodore Fox appeared on the screen. 


“Now?” He asked, no one in particular. “He tapped the screen with a well-calloused finger. “Is this ruttin’ muted?” 

"No, getting you loud and clear," Kinneas said as he turned down the volume. "How's things? Been a while. You're looking spry."

“Spry?” He chuffed. “That’s what you say to an old man, not one who signs a lot of your checks, sonny.”  There was a smile that you could hear in his voice and crinkled the sides of his eyes when he spoke. 

Kinneas made a mental note not to use that word around the captain given how the comment on age got death silence from the others, innocent as it was. Still, he continued on with the natural finesse of flowery sarcasm. "I meant, vibrant and green. Full of youth. Should I just get the shovel and dig my own hole?"

“You seem to be doing that well enough in that department,” Fox said with the raise of a gray eyebrow. 

"Isn't that the truth?" Kinneas sighed as he finally moved to sit up, becoming more poised and sincere. "What do I owe the pleasure of seeing your visage, Fox? Got a job for me?" 

“Plenty of ‘em if you’re open to it,” Fox offered. 

"You know me … pays well and fits my loose moral code, I usually am." Kinneas exhaled. "But, can't say it isn't a little strange to get a wave with such opportunity after I made Interpol's radar."

“That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about,” the older man said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “You stepped in some la shi knee-deep, looks like, and this ain’t the sort of thing that’s just gonna get swept under a rug.  I’ve been trying to make heads or tails of it. Your best bet is layin’ low for a while, but I think we may have a solution, temporary, of course."
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