02-15-2014, 02:16 AM
Reed's wallet buzzed with Nicholas Trano's name. He was calling her. If she chose to pick up, which she probably did because it would be a bit silly not to considering that protecting him was her primary mission objective, she saw a live feed from Trano's own wallet camera.
A mob of angry men were clearly visible, beating the living daylights out of a camera man and screaming abuse at a female reporter. Nicholas spoke at the same time. "Reed, remember Jacques Danjou? CEO of that mercenary group? Find him and tell him he's got a job. I know you probably already have access to my accounts, just pay him whatever he needs to clear these guys up."
The beating and the shouting intensified. Tears were plainly visible on the woman's face, although the wallet's microphone was barely picking up any audio at that distance. "I don't think these two are going to last very long, and I'd rather not have to do something I might regret."
He was going to have some explaining to do later, but she hadn't exactly told him he couldn't leave the hotel. She'd just implied it. Strongly.
A mob of angry men were clearly visible, beating the living daylights out of a camera man and screaming abuse at a female reporter. Nicholas spoke at the same time. "Reed, remember Jacques Danjou? CEO of that mercenary group? Find him and tell him he's got a job. I know you probably already have access to my accounts, just pay him whatever he needs to clear these guys up."
The beating and the shouting intensified. Tears were plainly visible on the woman's face, although the wallet's microphone was barely picking up any audio at that distance. "I don't think these two are going to last very long, and I'd rather not have to do something I might regret."
He was going to have some explaining to do later, but she hadn't exactly told him he couldn't leave the hotel. She'd just implied it. Strongly.