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Uh. Thanks.

[He's not sure why he got promoted again and Rogers didn't, honestly. He's seen the guy to plenty, work hard... but Garrus isn't privy to what Armada is thinking.]

Sorry you're not there too. Also sorry you're not on my squad. But the division makes sense.

[They reach the restaurant. The hostess finds them a table for two fairly quickly, with a convenient view of the street, and Garrus orders a dextro beer to start.]

How're you?

Thanks. And yeah, out of the three units the front line is more for me. [ Just maybe not with what they'll be doing again. He takes the opposite seat and orders whatever's on space tap. Can't benefit from even a buzz and he'd been giving away most of his alcohol on Ajna, but now that drinks aren't scarce he'd rather have something in front of him if he's socializing. ]

I'm alright. Got assigned to the black box, so I've got that to look forward to whenever we're done here. [ He read the files. That's going to be fun. ]

Can't say I'd exactly look forward to it, by the sounds of it. Training is usually a good thing, at least.

[Also at least - they probably won't be dying. But Garrus is not going to say he envies anyone who wound up assigned to the black box.]

About half my group's headed in there. Wondering how many pieces d'Artagnan and I will be picking up between sessions.

[He's got pronouncing the name down, now, at least.]

You need anything...

[Garrus shrugs to make the offer seem like less, but he doesn't actually expect the black box to go easy on anyone. This is a little more worried than he'd thought the conversation would go when they last talked, but that had been before results. That had been when he expected them both to pass with flying colors.]

Could always ask Armada if you could be my lieutenant.

[And the humor's back in his voice.]

[ He's not going to obsess over what might be in the box, there's too much else he's supposed to be figuring out. And what was that Armada said: You're still in the field. You can't predict everything. He's always in the field so long as he doesn't trust a faceless chain of command.

He raises an eyebrow at Garrus, letting out a short laugh. ]

Still hung up about that? [ Another laugh, though more like a soft snort from his nose. He'd almost forgotten about Garrus' lack of a subordinate during their short stint with bumped clearance. Steve shakes his head, smiling. ] You wouldn't want me anyway. I've never been too good at following orders. That's kind of how I got promoted back home.

[Garrus' mandibles flare. The joke had the intended effect and Steve's looking cheerful again.]

I wouldn't say hung up. Let's say more... something that's lingered. You know. One of those things. If I didn't think Aeryn would shoot me I'd try to steal Shepard, but I like my blood where it is.

[Their drinks arrive, and Garrus lifts his bottle in Steve's direction.]

To figuring this whole thing out, and improving?

[Steve's not the only one who needs to get better. Garrus passed, but they've lost another of their crew. He needs to improve and cover as much as they can. They're in danger, all of the recruits, and he's been thinking about the Almina a lot since he saw Optimus in the hangar bay.]

And protecting, as Greens.

[ Steve lifts his glass with a slight cant of his head. ] To looking out for our crew.

[ They're all in this together, one way or another. He hasn't yet heard about the incident with Optimus.

After that he takes a drink and sets the pint back down on the table. ] Armada said we've got seven days out here. Any plans?

[ He has approximately zero of the R&R variety. More interested in what they've stopped here for. Maybe just resupplies. ]

[He joins in the drink before answering.]

Seven days is a lot of days. More than I really know what to do with. But I'm probably gonna take a look at the museum. Don't expect I'm going to find anything, but...

[Garrus chuckles, shakes his head.]

Maybe the holes will tell me something. Anything. I've got a squad and I'm flying mostly blind here. Could really use figuring some of this place out.

[ He nods, having thought the same about both the length of time and checking things out. ]

Well, we knew before that the CDC's business wasn't just in destruction. [ Lusania was a defense job, and given all the redactions on that file he got the feeling there was something specific the company wanted from that planet. He taps his glass with his fingers. ] I guess they've also got their hands in... pricey condominiums. And trade ports.

[ For whatever the hell they trade in outside of world-destroying. ]

Makes it interesting, doesn't it. A corporation dabbling in that much. A lot of money goes into the ships, obviously. I'm wondering if more, though, goes into tech. Teleportation. Bringing people back to life. Animating the skeletons, however long it lasts.

[Either they pay to develop it, or they pay to purchase it. Garrus leans toward develop. It's safer, that way. Exclusive. And if Solus is still alive, it could be where he got transferred to. That, though, is too optimistic for Garrus, and he needs to focus on here and now.]

Wondering if they're in some sort of tech race. They've got enemies. Maybe they're all working toward the next big development to try to take each other out. Definitely not a promising prospect.

Not sure interesting's the word I'd use. [ The power they hold on their own is terrifying, to say the least. If there really is more than one of these businesses out there on this level - he shakes his head, taking another drink.

Not a promising prospect, no. He frowns. ]

You get to talk to any of those recruits in collars?

Interesting is a good word. Neutral. You can use it and people can hear admiration or fear, depending on what they wanna hear, and you can argue the case for it meaning either.

[Interesting is rarely good, except when it comes to interesting vids. But what matters is how it's spun, especially when dealing with the CDC. The other topic has his mandibles drawing close to his face.]

Talked to a bunch of them. Some of them new. Some of them crew. Some of them... well, a pair I'd hoped I wouldn't ever see again. They should've stayed dead, though it's pretty clear by now that the CDC doesn't let things like death stand in their way. You?

IC Contact - Consignment

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Argh. I'm sorry, I misplaced this notif.

no one is as slow as me 8|

Yay slowbuddies

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