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CODE   🔋 12:01 AM

REY

REGISTERED
"Rey."

ADDRESS
House 1401

MESSAGE
"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon. probably."

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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.

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[action at the robothouse]

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[Given the long day they've had, Nick is happy to finally get home, Firo's rifle in tow over his shoulder. While things went better than he'd thought they might, it still wasn't an ideal situation: the Guard headquarters would need repairs, they'd need to figure out what to do with Sato, and most importantly, try to determine how to deal with it should something like this happen again. Nick might be an optimistic man most days, but he's not putting his bets on this one.

For now, he just wants to check in on Rey. She'd gone out before him that morning, determined to take care of Sato's invisible help. Whatever that entailed couldn't be good: assuming she'd dealt with it -- and the fires he'd seen were an indication that she had -- the man still managed to be trouble all by himself. He might try again -- he might be more prepared next time, have more folks on his side.

All that fighting, and for what? For a deal with Rage? To start a war? Or maybe just to alleviate his boredom? No explanation is an acceptable one, not when lives might be on the line, whether they're the Guard's, his family's, or Nick's own.

He sighs as he closes the door behind him, his cane and uneven gait announcing it's him well before his voice does.]

You home?

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[For the most part, Rey is alive. She isn't dead on that couch, in any case. She can't remember what time she had come home, but she is sprawled on those cushions, clutching her ribcage like she wishes that she was.

[Between the fight and the insomnia, the adrenaline rush has something of a crashing effect, causing her to plummet and burn.

[Fortunately, she is immune to catching flame. But she isn't completely capable of avoiding harm.

[She isn't quick to rise from the couch at all. Doesn't move an inch, other than waving a languid hand towards Nick when he comes through that front door.]

Thought you'd never show.

[As quickly as she has her hand up, it falls back over her ribs. She tries to mask her wince with an awkward, toothy and lopsided grin. She's fine. He's fine. Everything is just fine.]

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[Nick's eyes dart to her arm as she waves him over, and he's beside the couch in an instant, setting the gun on the floor.]

Just glad to see you in one piece.

[Relatively speaking. He doesn't miss the way she's holding herself, nor that pained expression.]

Can I get anything for you?

[Don't you dare insist you're fine, Rey.]

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Some bourbon would be pretty great.

[Of course, she's joking, but also at a loss at what else to tell him. She isn't going to tell him that she's fine, because why would he even listen?

[Her eyes trail towards the gun he just set down. Head nods towards it.] Where'd you get that?

[If only because it looks oddly familiar.]

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We're fresh out of that, I'm afraid.

[But he will go get her a glass of water, just in case. Better that than nothing. He waits until he's back at her side and setting the glass on the coffee table before he answers her question, his tone darkening.]

Sato had some 'help' from a distance, someone making sure he got a reset anytime things weren't going his way.

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[While Nick goes to the kitchen, Rey focuses on propping herself up on her elbows over the couch, resting her back against the arm behind her. When he returns, she doesn't even flinch at what he has to say. Just a twitch of her lip as she reaches over for the glass of water.]

Firo, right? Had a little "chat" with him.

[But it was just that -- a little chat.]

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You too, huh?

[Rey's sharp, he'll give her that. He'd have thought she had better things to deal with that morning than one of her friends being where he shouldn't.

Unless--]

You know he was gonna be there?

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[And Nick is no dull lightbulb himself. It's almost a relief to know that he wasn't caught up in the middle of Sato's theatrics, if he is here right now.]

No. [She takes a drink of water.] Just saw him perched up in his sniper's nest, if you could call it that.

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[He figured that might be the case, but it was worth asking.]

And what do you make of his involvement in all this?

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He had his reasons. Not that we had much time to discuss the details of what those were.

[Still, Rey could hazard a few guesses.]

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I thought as much, though they better have been damn good ones.

[Is that bitter ire in Nick's voice? Absolutely.]

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They're good enough.

[For Rey, anyway. Nick might be a different story.]

Sato tried to talk me into getting involved, you know. Wanted me to supply him with explosives.

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Glad to hear you had enough sense to not get wrangled into that, unlike him.

[That'd be a no - Firo might have had his reasons, but as far as Nick is concerned, they were misguided from the start.]

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Well, I did provide a small cache. He'd just find out eventually that they were defective.

[Couldn't let Sato think that she wasn't entirely on board, after all.]

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[As irritated as he might be at Firo, he can't help but smirk just a little at that.]

Good girl.

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[Much as she should appreciate Nick's approval, she frowns.]

He can't know that I'm part of the Guard, or that I did that on purpose. [Pause.] Or that I was there.

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I thought that might be the case. That's why I left out any details about you on the report.

[She's never outright told him about how she's been dealing with Sato, but he trusts her enough to know she's keeping an eye on him while not trying to actively help him.... unlike some people.]

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Good.

[She drinks again, before exhaling through her nose.]

Should probably leave out any evidence of my involvement with the Guard, too. Maybe start using a different name. Got plenty of those, anyway.

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You're not going to quit, are you?

[He knows the answer to this, but he's already trying to deal with one Guard runaway, and they need all the help they can get.]

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No.

[Good thing she doesn't even hesitate to say this.]

It'll just be easier to keep at what I'm doing knowing if there isn't any evidence of there being a "Rey" on the Guard.

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[He likes that immediate answer.]

I thought about that myself, just in case he manages to get into our files somehow, either himself or through someone else.

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Or any other unsavory types we might acquire in the future. Fuck knows this place attracts them.

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Yeah.

[And it seems the disparity between the good folks and the bad grows more prominent as time goes by. He eases into a seat, taking the weight off his leg.]

Well, when you figure out a name, let me know and I'll do some scrubbing.

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I already have a name decided.

[Once again, her response comes without hesitation.]

Fiona. Fiona Stransky, if it'd be easier.

It's... the name my mother gave me. Before. [So it seems appropriate to use the same family name as well. Since it isn't like Rey expects anyone but Firo to know this.]

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[Just better hope Firo doesn't decide to do Sato any more favors, no matter what he's offering.

A smile tugs at the corner of Nick's mouth as Rey tells him the name, and especially where it came from. Names can have a lot of meaning, after all.]

Works for me. I'll have to let Maketh and Henry know, but since I'm the one who does most of the paperwork, I don't think anyone else will notice if a few of the old files get replaced.