Birdseed gave Condor a look of disbelief. "Um... Let's save that for if she starts attacking us. If she starts coming on to us, like she wants to have sex with us, then we go super-lesbo-marriage on her and keep her from getting too close to sexual relations without losing her interest as we can. And if you must know, I just have a standard-issue Glock on me as far as guns. I have a smoke bomb, tazer grenade, and, if we really have to, a frag grenade. Let's hope we don't have to pull any of these things out at the shop. Again, cops don't know they're gang members, so they'd assume we're trying to rob the shop, no matter what we say. And we won't just go to prison. We'll be sent home to our governments and be... 'dealt with' by our ex-agencies. Not a real fun perspective, but I'm not too afraid to pop a smoke if we need to escape dangerous conversation." At that, she pulls out a small capsule divided in half.
"If I throw this on the ground, there'll be a big poof of smoke, and we can run. I have several, in case I need to explain to a policeman why I popped smoke in a flower shop. I think we're close enough to switch to a secure line. We'll call in if we need help, Arch-Angel. Keep us in the know, buddy." Turning off both their ear pieces' microphones, Birdseed adds a little extra to comfort her partner. "Now, the ear pieces are in Manual Talk mode, meaning you have to hold down the button to transmit voice. Also, we can talk more about feelings when we get back, if you got some stuff you need off your chest or just want to talk. I'm technically a shrink, so a confidentiality similar to doctor-patient will be in effect. Meaning I won't tell anyone what you tell me, unless you say otherwise." Smiling at her older partner, she looks down the block to find the flower shop's sign and kept en-route to it, radioing in once to mark their distance from the flower shop.
"If I throw this on the ground, there'll be a big poof of smoke, and we can run. I have several, in case I need to explain to a policeman why I popped smoke in a flower shop. I think we're close enough to switch to a secure line. We'll call in if we need help, Arch-Angel. Keep us in the know, buddy." Turning off both their ear pieces' microphones, Birdseed adds a little extra to comfort her partner. "Now, the ear pieces are in Manual Talk mode, meaning you have to hold down the button to transmit voice. Also, we can talk more about feelings when we get back, if you got some stuff you need off your chest or just want to talk. I'm technically a shrink, so a confidentiality similar to doctor-patient will be in effect. Meaning I won't tell anyone what you tell me, unless you say otherwise." Smiling at her older partner, she looks down the block to find the flower shop's sign and kept en-route to it, radioing in once to mark their distance from the flower shop.