One - [Holo] - Failboat docking.

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"... Okay, whoever thought these bracelet things were a good idea clearly was not thinking about how annoying it can be to not be able to take them off." Comes a voice from the tablets, sounding irritable and annoyed and maybe even the vaguest bit frightened. Obviously, it was not an everyday experience to be kidnapped and throw into some freaky sci-fi room. Not to mention the aforementioned bracelet with the annoying habit of not coming off.

“Seriously, you guys. This isn’t funny,” Billy says, a little more loudly. He’s shaking around his arm, like doing that will make the bracelet go away. Except it’s not, and he’s ending up just making himself look like a bit of an idiot instead. “Moist? Come on, dude, let me out.”

But nobody’s coming. It’s about this point (in the middle of his minor flailing panic attack) that Billy notices the tablet on the podium. Well hello there, technology, meet Billy’s fingers. He eagerly snatches it up and starts fiddling with it, expression focused completely on the tablet. This is new; Billy's never seen anything so advanced, even in the ELE minion's HQ. And they had a pretty awesome set-up there, complete with eye-scanners and thumbprint checkers and all of that, so this? This is seriously advanced.

It takes a few minutes of experimenting, but finally he figures out that it’s recording, and the moment that he does, he blinks and drops it. Who knows who was out there? Billy’s not in his outfit, just a oversized jacket that tends to fall over his hands and nondescript pants; no way he was going to appear like that to his public! They were expecting his lab coat and his goggles. He might have just revealed his secret identity.

“I mean—uh,” Billy tries going for sounding a bit tougher than that. His voice goes deeper, more imperial. Sort of. “Whoever has imprisoned me in this big… metal thing, needs to let me out now. I’ve got friends in high places, and they’re gonna come get me soon and beat all of you up! So… so yeah.”

All of this he’s yelling at the tablet from behind the podium, which is probably a good five feet away from where the tablet is now.

[Visual] So not in Whitefall any more

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Things on Whitefall had gone downhill in a hurry. Well, a hurry was an understatement- it was more like being chased by a thundering herd of wild flying monkeys that had every intent on making you pay for something you sort of weren't responsible for. Even if her temper was to blame for the current cursing in Mandarin behind them and the sounds of gunfire echoing in their direction.

It had been a sour deal from the start with too many of the mission objectives changing at the drop of a hat from the Fence and the Client. What was supposed to have been a quick drop for some easy cash had turned into a firestorm the instant someone had dropped a glass in the bar, leaving Captain Gwen MacKenzie and her 'Security Officer' Jay Andhek running through the tiny alleyways throughout the densely populated city. "Real bright move, Red," Jay drawled out as the ducked into a darker street corner, having the chance to catch their breath and reload. "Real easy job. Drop the goods, get the chips, and we're off. Remind me next time to thank you for finding us the easy stuff."

"Shut your gorram mouth, Jay," Gwen replied in a growl as she quickly examined the grazed mark on her right arm where a bullet had nearly got her. Blood was already soaking through the worn brown material. "Get Fisher on the com and Cressi prepping. Now."

Sounds of feet running in their direction caused the woman to move, reaching out a hand to grab Jay by the arm as they moved away. It was a ways back to the docks but if they could manage to get back before the landlock was put on...

Mid-step she turned her head to glance back at the men following them with her pistol raised to fire. It only took a blink of the eye- less than half a second for everything around them to change. The first thought that entered into her mind was comparing hitting a brick wall to being suddenly dropped to the ground. "Chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo," the red head moaned as she slowly started to pull herself up right once her jaw had decided to unlock. Really, she hadn't drank that much had she? "That... is gonna leave a mark."

One glance about told her everything she needed to know. The place stunk of the Alliance. Ignoring the searing pain from the bullet graze on her arm, green eyes quickly scanned the room as she slowly drew herself to her feet. If they had gotten her, what about Jay and the others? Deep in the pit of her stomach something felt uneasy and unsettled. "Jay? Gorramit... Anyone?"

The only object she saw of interest rested upon a table something close to the Cortex books she had seen Nym messing with. Boot-clad feet hurried to the object that she picked up, pressing a few buttons hoping it would work. "This is Captain Gwendolyn MacKenzie of the Cressida requesting assistance or, ah, access to my crew. Rights weren't read so I'm pretty sure I ain't bound by law to be here so someone better start explain' this t' me before I start makin' a right mess of things."