Dogtown
He kept doing it. The first. The second. The third. Throwing spikes through your body. Once The SOS is called off, his hands are still. And there's a series of rapid blinks.

He...just did it. He didn't even think about it. Only after it was done did he...consider the meaning of...the blood. The pain. The...

Closing his eyes for a moment. Steadying himself.

A deep breath as IRIDIA starts to respond again...confirming the name as something more than just Foreign Relations. His eyes flicker blue for an extended period of time as he quickly skims over everything IRIDIA found...

...and decides to believe Richter.

To IRIDIA...

::Gracias carnal. I'll be in touch.:: That was all he needed. So he severs the link with IRIDIA. Even in chair form, he didn't want her around for this.

And steps towards Richter.

Echo could just let you go. Call it even. Stay away from each other, you find some other 'Last Job' to retire off of while everyone lives their happy little lives on two separate sides of Night City.

...but you knew too much now. And he'd never get this chance again. You knew what Haven was worth and who wanted her. Even with a Saka contact, what was to stop you from pursuing them. Or picking up a private bounty on him from Hector Walsh for a heist he pulled all those years ago?

"You should've just let it go." One final desperate attempt to shift the blame over to you. Even though it's futile.

Echo turns his palms towards each other, holograms of the liquid metal and its corresponding control nodes facing each other. A slight pluck against one series of holographic node controls to separate what he's about to do from your right arm.

"Mirlanda Clarke..." Said with a nod. And blink of a regret. Of hesitation. The last desperate cry of a little boy from the desert. Before he claps his hands. Fingers lacing together as he smashes his palms against each other.

The liquid metal throws itself up over you. Covering your face. Every inch of your body. Before it starts to collapse in on itself. The blue flickers throughout the viscous, shiny silver burn brighter than ever as they force the magnetic field inward. Crushing, breaking, smashing everything inside of it down to a singular point.

Except for your right arm. That'll pop right off as everything breaks down.

If all goes according to plan, all that will be left is a chunky metal sphere on the pavement. With a sparking, bloody arm beside it.

And Echo doesn't blink once through it.

Nods

It seems to be my 'thang' to do for them all.

chuckles

Sooooooooooo, whisper sweet nothings in my ear and tell me something juicy you've been up to.

good of you to make the coffee run

My sister and nephew are Frap peeps!

Grinning

I had a big order today for the morning run.

I went inside so as not to clog up the drive-through.

Nah.
I take the venti Frap with two extra shots.
If they'd bring back the trenta, I'd have that size.

*grins*

yes it was.... try #r-brothel

And it was getting nice and intense too

*giggles*

yes... this is very true

Starbucks is an important part of my daily ritual.

grins

Latte girl here .. sugar-free vanilla ..

Technology will let you down at the worst of times!!

I'd rather it be happy free Starbucks day, but I'm good with all good wishes.

Not Canadian myself.

*returns to the warehouse*

Oh, see? I'm so out of 'it' these days. I had no idea.

Growls at herself.

So is it appropriate for me to wish you "Happy Canada Day?"

Guess it would have been.
Remember to tell your northern friends happy Canada day

Spanks her errant fingers.

I meant to type ... Now that was a hot job!!

Dogtown
::oh… holy shit, Echo. No this guy might be legit…::

IRIDIA sent back the best match for Arasaka-linked activity corresponding to the travels of innocent-sounding foreigner relations clerk Tatsuya Fuse.

Security breaches, data exfiltration… assassinations, kidnapping, missing peoples' cases related to suspected Arasaka interests. 98% certainty.

::If you want more precise information it's going to take some digging, but no one in this guy's job needs to travel quite this much, and it's just by coincidence that wherever he lands, bad shit happens to Saka's enemies not too far away, but with enough delay to pin it to his correspondence::

There's a flood of additional info to supplement, a heatmap of suspicious activity and the people that might be involved, suggesting Tatsuya doesn't often get his own hands dirty, but gets other people to do the work for him, which may fit the pattern.

I know, right?

It was a lovely day to be in the pool.

I was put in charge of grilling tonight. Not hat was a hot job!

hmmm

coming over
squatting carefully
and settling atop the log

kind of warm out tonight

Hey, Keisha!

Ooches over to leave You a spot on the log to sit beside her.

sliding through
Hey