[color=silver][h1][center]Looped In Part 3[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Kinneas’s Bunk[/b][/center][/color]
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[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]

Cyd flipped the switch back over when she saw Fox’s light change over.  She took a moment to make sure her hair was in place, and that her eyeliner wasn’t smudged. Granted, Kinneas had a good ten years on her, a fact that he reminded her practically every time they worked together, but, she rationalized,

The momentary crease to Kinneas’ brow faded once more when Cyd reappeared on the screen. He lifted an accusatory brow, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he studied the screen. “So I owe this surprise stretch in the black to you and the boys.”

“Interpol’s been eyeing you for a bit,” Cyd admitted. “This, Kinney they’d have buried you under a cell. I [i] tried[/i] to reach you…. But… are we still cool?” She asked tentatively. It was a huge invasion, she wouldn’t have blamed him if he was angry, but truth be told, the aqua-haired hacker would a thousand times rather him be angry than locked up. 

“This [i]is[/i] better than a cell.” Kinneas looked around the basically empty bunk. “Want to tell me how you managed to get Fox to call in this… colorful crew of misfits to capture me?”

Cyd pursed her lips and passed the lollipop from one side of her cheek to the other. He was going to find out, and it might as well come from her.  “Fox sent them in after Barnet. Mulligan was offering a substantial finder's fee for the man, and Fox knew the Veil was close enough to take the job. And it was Silverhold, bruv, you and Silverhold are like Isaac and his head getting stuck in something. They go hand in hand. So I dug a little, and I saw they were building a case,” she shrugged. “I called the only person I could think of.” 

"Uh huh…" Kinneas didn't disbelieve her, but it seemed to him a few details were being left out. Still, he didn't press. "I'm flattered your investigative spirit took interest. Lucky, too, since prison wouldn't exactly agree with me."

He was grinning, ever one to be flippant about serious matters. Though, he wasn't about to shirk an opportunity to learn about his new potential crew. "What do you know about these folk, anyway? Might as well get comfortable with the idea of sticking around them."

“They’re good people, “ she admitted. “Known them for some time, Vas the longest. It’ll take him a bit to warm up, but you won’t find anyone more loyal, once you get past the whole… sullen… glare kind of thing. Jago - he’s a straight shooter. If you’re looking for someone to tiptoe around your feelings, Jago isn’t it. The doc’s stitched up me and the boys more than once. Tim is Tim, good people good heart. And Serena - she’s a kitten off the track. She and Isaac are like two of a kind.  I mean, as far as crews go? I can tell you first hand, there are worse out there, haven’t seen any better.”  

“Well, it sounds like a ringing endorsement.” The grin that had slipped away only as he listened grew back. He stretched and leaned back against the wall the bed he sat on was bolted to, relaxing and obviously considering what she’d said. He flashed a grin again though, easily. “Cyd certified works for me. Hope you’ve spun me up just as nicely for them. Might need the good word.”
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