Post by Tokoz on May 14, 2022 15:52:45 GMT -5
Nodding, Lassa cast one last look down into the warehouse. The speech seemed to have ended, and Zenith was moving amongst the people in the crowd as they began to sit on the floor in circles, others bringing out large metal trays of noodles, rice, meat, fruit, and other hearty fair. Bottles of drink were passed around, and each man and woman was given a cup.
"They call these people terrorists, but... they have the makings of a nation down there. One that would be problematic, and would pave it's way with blood, but a nation nonetheless. It's not like the World Government's hands are stainless..." She gestured to herself and Lukas.
"Come on. Let's head out a little ways, I have something to discuss with you before we head to the Music Hall."
Moving them silently back across to a nearby roof, Lassa waited until they had put a block or two between themselves and the warehouse. Settling down on the roof for a moment, under the setting sun, she turned to look at Lukas.
"This will likely be dangerous, you realize? Your training mission has gone a little too well. We're improvising now, but this is beyond what you signed up for. If you want to leave now and get me backup, I will not for one second think less of you for it. I hope you understand that."
Lassa took a deep breath. She had only known Lukas for a few hours, but she liked to think she had a read on people after working with them. He was a good man, and one with a sharp sense for both people and plans. He had kept up without complaining once, and needed very little encouragement to look higher.
He reminded her of Lucy a bit, although far less flirtatious. There was potential there, and if she didn't put an offer out, one of the other groups was going to snap him up. She wanted to build a team she could trust, one who wasn't completely heartless or cold, but had the edge needed for when things got bad.
Reaching into her coat, she removed a black folded piece of paper, with a white dollop of wax sealed with the World Government crest.
"You can remain a standard agent. You'll probably keep investigating fraud, low-importance murders, and the like. They need smart people doing that, and such things can get messy. Stick to the daytime." She nodded at the setting sun, swiftly vanishing below the horizon. The last rays of light were painting Lukas's back, leaving her in his shadow.
"Or, you can step into the night with me. Find the would-be conquerors like Zenith. The Underworld bosses who vanish people into the night, the Revolutionaries that turn entire countries upside down, the threats that really matter and are far too subtle for the Marines to find." Extending her other hand, she clenched it firmly.
"This is my invitation to the unit I help lead. Blackpage. You don't have to decide for certain now, but... if you go into the Music Hall with me, you have a good chance of running into some of the darker aspects of this line of work. The least I can do is recognize that resolve and potential."
"They call these people terrorists, but... they have the makings of a nation down there. One that would be problematic, and would pave it's way with blood, but a nation nonetheless. It's not like the World Government's hands are stainless..." She gestured to herself and Lukas.
"Come on. Let's head out a little ways, I have something to discuss with you before we head to the Music Hall."
Moving them silently back across to a nearby roof, Lassa waited until they had put a block or two between themselves and the warehouse. Settling down on the roof for a moment, under the setting sun, she turned to look at Lukas.
"This will likely be dangerous, you realize? Your training mission has gone a little too well. We're improvising now, but this is beyond what you signed up for. If you want to leave now and get me backup, I will not for one second think less of you for it. I hope you understand that."
Lassa took a deep breath. She had only known Lukas for a few hours, but she liked to think she had a read on people after working with them. He was a good man, and one with a sharp sense for both people and plans. He had kept up without complaining once, and needed very little encouragement to look higher.
He reminded her of Lucy a bit, although far less flirtatious. There was potential there, and if she didn't put an offer out, one of the other groups was going to snap him up. She wanted to build a team she could trust, one who wasn't completely heartless or cold, but had the edge needed for when things got bad.
Reaching into her coat, she removed a black folded piece of paper, with a white dollop of wax sealed with the World Government crest.
"You can remain a standard agent. You'll probably keep investigating fraud, low-importance murders, and the like. They need smart people doing that, and such things can get messy. Stick to the daytime." She nodded at the setting sun, swiftly vanishing below the horizon. The last rays of light were painting Lukas's back, leaving her in his shadow.
"Or, you can step into the night with me. Find the would-be conquerors like Zenith. The Underworld bosses who vanish people into the night, the Revolutionaries that turn entire countries upside down, the threats that really matter and are far too subtle for the Marines to find." Extending her other hand, she clenched it firmly.
"This is my invitation to the unit I help lead. Blackpage. You don't have to decide for certain now, but... if you go into the Music Hall with me, you have a good chance of running into some of the darker aspects of this line of work. The least I can do is recognize that resolve and potential."