"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.
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.
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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.
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[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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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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[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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[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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Firo, right? Had a little "chat" with him.
[But it was just that -- a little chat.]
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[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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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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And what do you make of his involvement in all this?
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[Still, Rey could hazard a few guesses.]
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[Is that bitter ire in Nick's voice? Absolutely.]
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[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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[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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[Couldn't let Sato think that she wasn't entirely on board, after all.]
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Good girl.
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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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[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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[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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[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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[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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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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[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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[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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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.
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Thanks. [Names do have meaning to Rey. Each one of them have some weight to her and who she is now. And Nick gets that.
[She falls quiet for a moment, simply drinking while ignoring the post-adrenal twinge in her body. Eventually, her smile fades, and she glances away.]
So... Firo isn't in any sort of trouble with the Guard... Is he?
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