Bang Bang
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To: Collidias Rex ; potential receivers of this info Cosmic_Chaos Sir Galahad II KnightSergeant CerpinTaxt (for when she heads over to Boy's, figured she could meet with your impending DJ?)
RE: GWEN
Location: Underworld
Bureau Notes: tfw when ur like no hetero master but don't work urself 2 death k thnx bye
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"We're beginning."
Gwen had been expecting a lot from this meeting. As she watched Madame Trouble storm out, she admitted things had turned out rather anticlimactic; That was, until Hades dropped that little one liner on her. She was so miffed by their theatrical visitor that she nearly asked 'beginning what?' when the obvious presented itself. Visibly startled for a moment, she blinked back at her owner.
Something had clicked for him. She didn't know what, but she could see it in his face, resolve, resignation, but most importantly of all, a plan. What it was, maybe she'd find out later; More likely, she wouldn't find out until they were on the precipice of enacting it. Ten years ago, that fact would have petrified her. A decade of working for the grouchy fuck and secret dweeb had taught her well the fear was unfounded.
She trusted him.
Nodding shortly after he'd reeled off her instructions, she cast an eye over him as she ran over her plans internally. Scribbling furiously, he'd been as violently snatched up by his revelation as he had been dissatisfied by their visitor. She ought to feel more concern, but watching him throw himself head first into whatever intricate schemes he'd devised... she ended up grinning instead. Finally.
"You need anything," she said, well aware this wouldn't be easy on him, on any of them, "just give me the word. And remember to sleep. Occasionally." She almost added 'and maybe steer clear of the booze' but there were some things you didn't say to a man who literally owned your ass. Instead, she just said, "Let me know if you need me."
Mind you, she had her own work cut out for her. Leaving Hades' side, she first sent messages to all the contacts she'd been storing up through the Joyfolk's intel and her own external sources, letting them know only that if they were interested in good pay, Hades had work for them.
These 'contacts' included: Some crime group with a history of the hacking business (hackers), Rey over at BS (tech), the encrypted address she'd been given for some masked vigilante type moron (muscle) and, last of all, one of the supposedly 'secure' Noblus messaging systems known (covertly) for android-sympathy leanings (warpers). If they responded, she'd vet them, and no doubt whatever Hades came up with to tell them would be far from the real truth. He seemed to trust people about as much as she did, which suited this sort of thing perfectly.
As she dictated orders to her holopad, which sat stuck open and tucked under her chin, she changed into some old clothes she held no attachment to and then pocketed one of her personal favourite tech knives - courtesy of an old favour she'd done Rey a while back.
She returned to Hades. Without flinching, she nodded to him. Held out the knife to him. "Right. Cut me up, boss." She presented the handle to him and pressed up the button that activated the heating component of the knife. It'd be quick, clean, and should produce a nice easy cut to mend. "Nerds like them will be able to tell the difference between an attack and self-infliction."
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