bindsthedead | IC CONTACT POST

My home in Nonah.

give me ten minutes

[Being in the same city is convenient. And not long after he exits Nonah 05, he's cruising through the streets to Sabriel's, skidding to a stop right next to the sidewalk.]

[Sabriel's on the sidewalk already. She looks paler than normal, her hair clearly unbrushed, and with dark circles forming under her eyes. Still, she smiles.]

Kaneda! What's this all about?

[With a snap of his fingers, the bike disappears, and he steps up onto the sidewalk.]

Max sent me some things from her broadcast. Some photos of the place, a list of people, things like that.

I- thank you, that will be a great help.

We're making progress, I just don't know if it's fast enough.

There's one more thing.

[He hops up on the sidewalk next to her, digging hands in his pockets in thought.]

Inuyasha. He...[A pause.]

In Pan's jungle, he got to me in seconds cause of my scent. Not smell, but..you know, my spirit or whatever.

I don't believe in that shit usually, but it saved me from a world of pain.

...

Think we can use it?

If water and power nullification don't block it, maybe. They're probably being held underwater- in a Soviet submarine.

Remember, we'll be searching an area far greater than Neverland.

[A good point. His arms fold, rocking back on his heels in thought.]

So...they're in Russia?

[Why couldn't Russia be like..Italy sized.]

Or Russian territorial waters. Which is still a lot of area to search.

We're definitely going to need the military's help.

It's gotta be the coast. Heard someone say a guard said "salty water"--so Russian lakes are out.

All we have to do is narrow down what coast.

Probably not the westernmost area- it's too populated. Off the coast of Siberia seems more likely, but that's just a guess.

Perfect place to hide a sub where no one would want to look in January.

[A guess, but Kaneda looks at it like a lead.]

There's GOT to be a way to get a smaller area...

Let's talk to the military. I'm sure they've been doing their best to watch Russian activity- they may have spotted something without realizing what it meant.

[It's like a switch--the moment Sabriel says the word, his shoulders hunch up, lip curling.

As if to silently say "Do we have to?"]

Just for information, right?

[Sabriel bites back an exasperated sigh.]

At least. A submarine or two of our own wouldn't go amiss either.

[And in return, fingers thread through his hair, heaving out a sigh as he tries to keep his mind fixated on who he's doing this for. Bull, Dipper, Carl, Max...

If they're underwater, there's no way he can get there by just swimming.]

They're gonna hold this over us. You know that, right?

If we're smart about it, it will be mutual. Even if no imPort had the slightest interest in getting people back, the military would- to keep them out of Russian hands, and to keep from looking like fools. They're going to launch a rescue mission anyway- they'll probably be happy to have imPort assistance.

Besides- the first imPorts got rid of a corrupt government by finding allies in the military and government and working with them. This may be a chance to start doing the same.

So...that's the real trick. [Of course it was because they were weapons. America had openly stated that's all they were. And going crawling to them for transport...it edges at the corners of his heart.

But Sabriel was right--this was about more than just his pride. This was about fifty imPorts looking to him not to screw up. And like hell if he was going to let them beat him to rescuing them.]

I don't have to dress up do I.

Probably not, as long as you're wearing something appropriate for the weather.

But if it's what it takes to rescue them, I'll wear whatever's necessary- whether it's an American uniform or a bloody clown getup.

[There's a scowl at that--although surprisingly not the part of the sentence that Sabriel might think.]

Clowns.

[Well, at least he's not refusing the uniform.]

What? [Sabriel blinks, clearly Not Getting It.] I know some people think they're creepy, but they always seemed stupid to me.

[He doesn't blame her, it's pretty specific only to him, as he rocks back on his heels.]

A rival gang back home was called the Clowns. They were more of yakuza than mine--er...[Give him a moment, he's trying to find the right comparison for the word.]

Like...like the mafia.

Disgusting bastards who thought they ran the streets just cause they sprayed a little graffiti everywhere.

Ugly as hell, too.

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