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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Oct 14, 2018 13:35:29 GMT -5
"Mr. Stone has a transport currently parked outside the Plaza," Dr. Michaels replied. "Granted, meeting him there in the middle of one of the busiest corners of the city might be a tad conspicuous... I would recommend rendezvousing just outside Portal Park. Mr. Stone, I believe you have a spare communicator for him?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 14, 2018 17:45:20 GMT -5
Mr. Stone had been sitting there in silence throughout the entire conversation. He never moved a muscle. It didn't even look like he was breathing. Yet though his sunglasses, it was clear that he was staring through the hologram and directly at Liderc.
On cue, however, without looking away from the angel, Mr. Stone reached his free hand into one of his suit's inner pockets. Soon enough, he pulled out and offered Liderc what looked like a chrome wristwatch with a few tiny buttons and a glossy surface not unlike the projector built into his own wrist.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 14, 2018 17:52:04 GMT -5
"Uh..."
Liderc accepted the strange wristwatch from Mr. Stone, barely suppressing a shudder. "Thanks? I'll contact you when I've bagged the blonde buffoon?" Dead silence. "Not much for conversation, are we? ... Still better than Perdix."
The angel stood up, and after a few checks, extended his wings. "Good doctor. You will have your quarry by sundown. In the meantime, my ship shouldn't be too far from here..."
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Oct 14, 2018 18:06:34 GMT -5
"He really isn't. You get used to it," Dr. Michaels mused in regards to her robotic assistant.
She grinned assuredly at Liderc. "I'm certain I will. I'll have Mr. Stone analyze your ship so I can prepare in advance for the reconstruction process. Again, good sir, your support is greatly appreciated, and I look forward to what will come of this partnership. I'll see the two of you very soon."
And with that, the light projecting the image of Dr. Michaels retreated back into Mr. Stone's wrist with a static hum and a tiny beep.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 14, 2018 18:41:34 GMT -5
Once the transmission ended, Mr. Stone straightened out his sleeve and stood up, still staring coldly at Liderc through his sunglasses. Once the angel had pointed him in the direction of his ship, Mr. Stone nodded and marched that way for the inspection. So long as the mission of obtaining the microchip had been momentarily passed into new hands, all that mattered to him was ensuring that Dr. Michaels had the means to uphold her end of the bargain. Not just by sending her a readout on the ship, but by seeing to it that Liderc kept up his.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 14, 2018 18:54:03 GMT -5
"..."
Liderc shot Mr. Stone a curt nod. "... Very well. We'll rendezvous in hopefully a few hours' time." He slipped the strange wristwatch on, frowning at the awkward fit. Removing his forearm armour, he slid it under the bronze piece. "Mind the containment field. That's the only thing still operational. Mind you, the artifact shouldn't go off unless you intentionally set it off, but I'd rather not risk anything."
At last, the green angel lifted off the ground, a few stray feathers falling with his initial flap. "I'm off. You know... Maybe I should reprogram Perdix to be more like you. Less chatty." Before Mr. Stone could see his face, Liderc took off into the sky, scanning for something blue and brown and hideous...
Just what have I gotten myself into? First the half-wit wonders, and now this scientist and her creepy assistant. ... Whatever. The doctor's my best way off this island fast. ... I can't help but feel like her assistant's watching me, even at this altitude...
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