Safehouses are for hiding. Not for brawling. There are plenty of places to hunker down in D4 and D2 if you need it that aren't outfitted with ammo and weapons. I know you two have issues but jesus.
One punch does not a warzone make. And I apologized. And I've dug my head out of my ass. You do what you gotta do but you're going to have to not depend on finding the safehouses I set up for a bit. It's not just the brawl, someone's fucking with the security.
It was a shit thing to say. If Stark's got the groundwork done it should be finished soon. We might have extra resources if South's really 'gone home'.
None of you know exactly how many safehouses I have. Reworking everything on each of them takes time. I've got this.
You say that like one of us is gonna try to beat you senseless.
Oh wait.
This is something I have to do on my own. South going the way she did and whatever's got everyone irritable as fuck going around right now? I need to know I have my shit on lockdown. How the hell am I supposed to help you guys stay on top of shit if I can't handle my own?
Her signal's gone dead. Can't find her anyhere. Video of her being escorted to the hub popped up on some security feeds but that's all we got. Immune go missing all the time, this is the second time it's happened to south. The Director didn't do this. Why would he? The experiment she was a part of has ended.
I know the Director isn't involved. If he was going to risk his neck and kidnap one of us, it would be someone that could further whatever they're working on in the labs. North didn't sound convinced, however.
So they make it a habit to kidnap people into the hub and release them later? Do we know what happens in there?
Seeing as last time I tried to track her down when she went missing I came up with nothing? Probably not. Cant' save someone if you don't know where they are, you know? If I had anything, I'd go get her. But I've got nothing.
Hurting him isn't gonna do shit. I hate him. I'll always hate him. I'll never forget what he did to us or forgive it. But right now we all hate bifrons more.
When we get that shit sorted out, then I'll see how I'll feel about him. Until then? Not the hill I want to die on.
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Someone's messing with security? In what way?
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I'm handling it. Use the abandoned warehouses in D4 and farmhouses in D2 until I get it sorted.
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It doesn't sound like you're handling it.
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None of you know exactly how many safehouses I have. Reworking everything on each of them takes time. I've got this.
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Fine. I just don't like being under geared when you all have everything.
You don't need to do all the work by yourself.
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Oh wait.
This is something I have to do on my own. South going the way she did and whatever's got everyone irritable as fuck going around right now? I need to know I have my shit on lockdown. How the hell am I supposed to help you guys stay on top of shit if I can't handle my own?
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What's going on with South? All North told me is that Bifrons took her and he thinks the Director is involved, somehow.
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Her signal's gone dead. Can't find her anyhere. Video of her being escorted to the hub popped up on some security feeds but that's all we got. Immune go missing all the time, this is the second time it's happened to south. The Director didn't do this. Why would he? The experiment she was a part of has ended.
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So they make it a habit to kidnap people into the hub and release them later? Do we know what happens in there?
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Any plans for a rescue?
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Hurting him isn't gonna do shit. I hate him. I'll always hate him. I'll never forget what he did to us or forgive it. But right now we all hate bifrons more.
When we get that shit sorted out, then I'll see how I'll feel about him. Until then? Not the hill I want to die on.
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He spends most of his time at the lab, so if you can't catch his place check there or just drop him a line.
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Dude I've known where he was since the day I hit you. Security is shit here.
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