Logs:War (Bus) Council
| War (Bus) Council | |
|---|---|
| Dramatis Personae | 2020-11-02 “I prefer to walk softly.” |
| Location
<QC> Across the Rift - Châteauguay, Quebec | |
This Greyhound bus has seen better days, when it was actually in service and maintained by Greyhound. Now the retired bus has new purpose as a vehicle of deliverance, escorting this latest batch of asylum-seeking mutants to relative safety. Currently, it is parked outside a Service Canada office in this suburb on Montreal. Barnes, famous for his fluency in French, is somewhere in that office, bullying bureaucrats into processing the refugees just a little faster. Inside the bus, blankets are draped over the seats, boxes of snacks open in the back. It’s warmer in here, now that Kate has returned from the cold with cartons of hot coffee and Tim Hortons chilli. She brushes an errant leaf from her hair as she sets them down onto seats at the front. Her black puffy jacket is shed and thrown over another seat, revealing the black thermal shirt and pants. Lots of black, with a hint of gold where her Magen David pendant has come untucked. She pours two cups of coffee, holds them out to her companions. “Did you crack the case while I was gone?” Her tone is light and needling. “Catch me up." K.C. is not the world's most engaging road trip companion. The skinny teenager has spent the bulk of the trip sitting quietly in a back seat, talking to nobody, one hand clutching her phone and her other fluttering in the air as she rocks steadily back and forth. Her head snaps up when Kate approaches; she stares at the coffee. Looks down at her hand. Eventually decides to place her phone in her lap in order to take it. "Yes." She takes first a tentative sip of the coffee and then a bigger one. "I crack every case." "Nighttime the staff is slim. Mostly Sentinels, low on human guards." Sam has been lying across two of the seats, but gets up when Kate returns, snagging one of the coffees with a grateful nod. He swivels sideways in the seat to look to the others, fingers drumming against the side of the coffee. "K.C. can handle the tin cans. Security, too. Guards are on us." A third coffee is poured now her hands are free. Kate joins the huddle, holding the paper cup close to her chest. “Hm. That shouldn’t be hard.” Her head turns to K.C., eyes shifting slightly left as she thinks. “What about power dampeners. In the building. I’d rather not use the doors if we don’t have to.” She settles into a lean against a set of seats, facing the back of the bus. K.C. blinks. Her fingers flick at midair again. She lifts her brows at Kate. Her eyes dart to Sam, back to Kate. "Yes." Her voice is a flat monotone. "Building is dampened. They're all dampened." Now both hands fold around her coffee. "Can you only fight with powers. Seems dangerous. -- Smash some walls, dampeners will break. Won't be quick, though." "Won't do much on me and Barnes," Sam answers with a shrug. "Won't stop a bullet, either. More than one way to fight." He eyes Kate over his next swallow of coffee. "Could take out some walls. S'a small facility, though. 'bout a dozen souls in there. Might be something in rolling in and out, quick as we can." His head wobbles, slight, one side to the other, and he tips his cup toward Kate. "Defer to your call on that. You want to blow an entrance, turn the -- powers back on, we can make it happen." “I prefer to walk softly.” Kate takes a sip of her own coffee, gives K.C. a little shrug. “I can fight without, but if the dampeners go out I can fight better. Slip people underground. Just an idea.” Her finger taps lightly against her cup. “Blowing a wall isn’t quiet. Might be easier to get everyone on the bus if we don’t panic them, too.” Glances at Sam, presses her lips together. “Let’s keep that as a plan B, though.” "Underground?" K.C. blinks again. Her head bobs, and she starts rocking slowly again. "Fighting the guards maybe-not-quiet. Breaking their cages maybe-not-quiet." The small twitch of her lips isn't exactly a smile. There's something just a little dryer in her quiet voice. "We'll be good. We've had. Couple years of Plan B." | |
