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Conner reviews the text message. Yes! There's still a chance. He runs through his options: Jacque was clearly determined to fulfill his commitment to the Invictus, and he couldn't risk that. Especially if it meant bringing Pope to Sacramento. Jacque could talk his way in or out of anything. But if he couldn't talk... How desperate would the Seneschal be if he was separated from his team and without his greatest tool?
And Quinn...would Quinn be more amenable. Of course! She's no friend to Invictus agendas. But the Seneschal has her on a fucking leash! But she's also an opportunist. If she sees overwhelming odds, she'll take getting everyone out alive and missing out on the prize over risking a firefight and losing Domain assets. Playing the long game, as any good Reeve should.
But then there was the rest of the team. He really didn't want to see anyone hurt. Well, maybe Milton. No! Not even him; he's an airbag but he's still an ally. And, more importantly, it would look strange if certain people were targeted and others weren't. Connor and Milton gave the Sacramento team a party of four. That left precious few who could be left. Maeve? Her Shadow abilities would work, though he shudders to think of putting her in danger. JC? Dirt Nap? They were technically shapeshifters, and he hadn't been looking for animals earlier.
Conner goes with what little knowledge he has, and sends Vincenzo a response...
Text to Vincenzo
One of the benefits of having the home team ahead: the Lance could simply follow their tracks. What mattered the most though was how quickly they could negotiate before an all-out brawl broke out.
He pockets the burner phone and pulls out his own, texting Quinn
Continued in RE: Ressurectionists, Conner texts Quinn...
He looks out to the gate of Sherah Israel. The pull of blood tempting him towards the residential areas. He could find blood there. He could...
No. Conner shakes his head. And then what? Disobeying the Seneschal won't earn Quinn any favors. I can't just think of my own skin. Was this what it meant to lead? To see allies thrown into harms way? To put faith in flawed creatures to do a perfect job? Of course it is! Quinn knows this; Jacque knows this; you've put faith in the invisible for so long, now you need to put faith in the visible people you know. Their mistakes are their own; just as yours are your own.
Conner reviews the text message. Yes! There's still a chance. He runs through his options: Jacque was clearly determined to fulfill his commitment to the Invictus, and he couldn't risk that. Especially if it meant bringing Pope to Sacramento. Jacque could talk his way in or out of anything. But if he couldn't talk... How desperate would the Seneschal be if he was separated from his team and without his greatest tool?
And Quinn...would Quinn be more amenable. Of course! She's no friend to Invictus agendas. But the Seneschal has her on a fucking leash! But she's also an opportunist. If she sees overwhelming odds, she'll take getting everyone out alive and missing out on the prize over risking a firefight and losing Domain assets. Playing the long game, as any good Reeve should.
But then there was the rest of the team. He really didn't want to see anyone hurt. Well, maybe Milton. No! Not even him; he's an airbag but he's still an ally. And, more importantly, it would look strange if certain people were targeted and others weren't. Connor and Milton gave the Sacramento team a party of four. That left precious few who could be left. Maeve? Her Shadow abilities would work, though he shudders to think of putting her in danger. JC? Dirt Nap? They were technically shapeshifters, and he hadn't been looking for animals earlier.
Conner goes with what little knowledge he has, and sends Vincenzo a response...
Text to Vincenzo
One of the benefits of having the home team ahead: the Lance could simply follow their tracks. What mattered the most though was how quickly they could negotiate before an all-out brawl broke out.
He pockets the burner phone and pulls out his own, texting Quinn
text to Quinn
He looks out to the gate of Sherah Israel. The pull of blood tempting him towards the residential areas. He could find blood there. He could...
No. Conner shakes his head. And then what? Disobeying the Seneschal won't earn Quinn any favors. I can't just think of my own skin. Was this what it meant to lead? To see allies thrown into harms way? To put faith in flawed creatures to do a perfect job? Of course it is! Quinn knows this; Jacque knows this; you've put faith in the invisible for so long, now you need to put faith in the visible people you know. Their mistakes are their own; just as yours are your own.
Conner waits for the response. His night could be determined by the next text he receives.
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