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          “Hand me that, would you?” Now this is old school — one of the few places left in the city not jacked into ctOS, which means he’s having to go in manually. Which means rearranging a few wires in such a way that he can plant a bug and have it go unnoticed. It also necessitated a second person to watch his back. (Not that he quite trusted the man enough to do that, but under current circumstances… there wasn’t a lot of choice in the matter.)

Aiden turns his head a little, listening for the sound of any footsteps coming their way. The window was short enough to make him just a little nervous about lingering too long.

This was some mess that Aiden had dragged him into this time. Jordi wasn’t normally the kind of person who helped others in this particular way, much less be the one who was the prairie dog. 

“Here you go, Princess,” the weight of the pliers sits on Aiden’s hand as soon as the pet name left his lips. An undeniable smirk follows, crossing his arms over his chest while leaning on the wall close to the window to keep a watchful eye.

The area was still being patrolled but no one had seen either of them yet. Even if the Fox gets his little bug working as it should, it was still a 50/50 chance they could get caught trying to leave.

“Finger gunning? And you’re asking if you’re old?” Marcus wasn’t sure if Jordi was drunk or stupid or maybe a little damaged from whatever it was he did for fun. Regardless the hacker made no effort to move, instead crossing his arms and keeping a very firm stance. “Mint chocolate chip seriously tastes like toothpaste and- wait wait. You’re telling me to thank you not for killing me then what? Am I supposed to take you bowling? Nah. You can go on the whaleboat tour or something. I am not spending the day with you.” 

“Pah, toothpaste.” What unrefined taste, he thinks. But he’ll hold his tongue, for now.

Marcus would be there in 10 to side eye him

“Get your toes wet?” Marcus didn’t even try to hide the look of disgust that crossed his face. Waving it off he returned to the conversation trying not to roll his eyes at the vague threats from Jordi.  “You gonna call me a Millennial in a second or something? You’re a hitman, I am not dripping respect for you. You lost most of that with your piss poor choice in ice cream.”

“I’m not that old. Am I? Irrelevant. What is relevant is you dissing the mint chocolate chip.” He makes a vague finger gun gesture at him. “That’s punishable by death.” Cue a little ‘pow’ and cocking his hand back.

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“Seriously? You didn’t come here to deliver me a pizza? Well isn’t that just the shock of the century. So what then? You are warning me or are you gonna try to kill me yourself? Cause giving heads up to a target sounds a little amateur man and I’d rather not be killed by an amateur.”

“I’m not here to get my toes wet with you. If I wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be talking right now. Also, really? Pizza guy?” 

He seems to mumble to himself. Vague remembrance of a conversation with Aiden a long time ago. 

“You want me to be real with you? You’re the type of guy who is probably packing on both legs and a hip but for the fun of it, I’ll bite. What kind of calls we talking about here?” 

“Right, I forgot your delusional as well as insane. How are you gonna be helpful today? Last time you nearly blew me up.”