#int.athena

There was some form of interaction with other members of the crews, a hand off of keys and rapid communication, her fingers flying over the two screens, trying to troubleshoot the problem on Athena’s while ensuring connectivity on her own. She nearly stilled completely once she managed to work out the problem for the first, shaking her head in disbelief as she clambered into the car seat, forgoing the seatbelt.

Which she immediately regretted as Athena floored the pedal, swallowing the scream that threatened to escape. 

“The bracelet isn’t working because he hasn’t turned it on yet. Why hasn’t he turned it on?” 

Scout muttered the last question to herself, her head shaking as she put that phone lower, half-monitoring in case the situation changed, but focusing the rest of her attention on her own interface. 

“But Mickey’s phone is headed east, straight into the heart of Paris.” She quickly rattled off street names and coordinates, before nodding. She pulled another tablet out of her bag, continuing to eye the phone location, ensuring that it doesn’t change, then started trying to hack into the Royce’s internal WiFi. Even if they switched it off, they still left a digital footprint that should be traceable, and then hopefully enough to lock into the internals.

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The text had rung out to everyone (along with the thousand and one group chats that were hard to keep in mind - reading was enough information for now), and Scout had watched as various people began filtering out of the ballroom in their various pairs, Jack immediately dragging Ace off, Mickey dissappearing soon after, all the masterminds gone to quiz her. Everyone was concerned - both for Athena and for the knowledge she had.

So Scout lingered for a while more in the ballroom with everyone else, trying to read more information on her phone as she passed others by but not getting anything of any use at the surface levels of which she was capable right now. Anything more than brief scans of her phone was bound to bring attention, and she didn't particularly want to get clobbered upside the head either.

But soon the tension grew too much, more information flooding in as others were doing things of use, so Scout quickly texted Omar for a moment of his time (Jana was fine on her own in the ballroom - if anything happened, oops?) and got him to escort her over. He'd be fine walking on his own back, but Scout rather felt like she should stay alive.

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The morning of the wedding

Athena’s apartment

It was strange, being the one to head over to Athena’s flat instead of the other way around, Scout was far more used to having Hana or Athena barge in at what was probably a sensible time in the afternoon to wake her up and get her to eat something. (Part of her should be ashamed, probably, that these girls, younger than her and whatever else, felt such a need to take care of her. But it was their choice and it was her choice to make such bad decisions, and often she didn’t have the energy to complain or feel bad about it. And then it just became normal)

Still, even popping across the corridor, Scout had her messenger bag full of stuff, with a plastic bag tucked inside with makeup and hair products. Some of it was stuff that she hadn’t used in a year (anything older and you had to throw it away - and it wasn’t as though she could often keep it) and some was stuff she bought recently. Oh this was going to be fun.