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midnight SOS to Hadrian 
4th-Aug-2005 01:15 am
Those stupid idiots – she told them to be careful. Luca was hurt. He was at Jack’s apartment, but he was hurt. Idiot. Some part of her wondered if she should try to contact Seung and tell him what happened.

Jack's situation was more important.

Baldur shook her head, flipping open her phone to make the call to Hadrian – she did not know him well (or, really, at all), but as it was with all the Turks, he had to be on call basically at all times. The number was in her speed dial, near the top, though it had never been called.

She hit the send button and waited for it to ring, even as she was making her way back to the train down to the depths of Midgar. Three rings passed accented by the staccato clack of her footsteps on concrete.

“Answer, damn you.” A fourth ring. “Oh, come on. You had better…”


Baldur startled at the sound of the voice on the other end of the line. “Hadrian; this is Baldur. Jack’s in trouble and needs backup. He’s in sector five below the plate near the second reactor – meet me there asap.” If he had tried to talk during this spill of information, Baldur did not much care.
8th-Aug-2005 11:07 pm (UTC)
Hadrian had not misplaced his phone. That would be unprofessional. It was merely... under a pile of old R&D notes he thought he'd disposed of. He really did need to get those off his desk. One ring (preliminary design complete-), two rings (-further improvements needed in the shell casing), three rings (testing phase set to begin in-), and finally he unearthed it and answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" He didn't get any farther than that before the woman on the other side started talking. And didn't stop until the conversation, if one could even call it that, was over. Baldur- he knew of her, of course, but he didn't really know her. "Sector five, below the plate, near the second reactor. Right." He doubted she'd heard him, but that didn't really matter.

He shrugged on his jacket and headed for the elevator.
9th-Aug-2005 09:08 pm (UTC)
Hanging up with Hadrian, Baldur tried another number – she had just left Seung’s office a couple hours before; surely he had not gone far. To bed, maybe? She called the Shinra switchboard, getting his mobile phone number from the operator. Of course, she had nowhere to write it down, and was in the process of flashing her ID to a guard that had eyed her jacket (open enough to reveal the weapon on her hip) suspiciously as she got on the train. She had to tell the operator twice to be patient – the first time, quite pleasantly, the second anything but; the operator went quiet.

“Okay, go ahead,” she said, pulling out a pen from the pocket of her blazer. As the number was relayed to her, she wrote it on the inside of her right palm – scrawling over the heel of her hand when she ran out of room. “Thank you,” she said with only a small level of venom in her voice.

The train ride down to the depths of Midgar was long… Baldur never remembered this ride feeling long before, but it was probably just because she felt hurried. She took the time to program Seung’s mobile number into her phone and wipe the ink from her hand as best as she could.

It was strangely quiet – maybe it was just the hour that made it so. She checked her watch – 01:24 – and tried to calm down. She could hold out on calling Seung – hold out until she understood what was going on. The last thing she needed was to bring a guy like that down into a dangerous situation; it would distract her if she had to look after Seung while she was supposed to be Jack’s backup. But, Luca…

Her head fell back against the seat. That’s just stupid, Baldur. That idiot can take care of himself.

When the train finally arrived at her destination, she was out the doors before they even opened fully, stepping out onto the platform, apparently surprising the guard who had been stationed to that post. She said nothing to the startled man, taking the stairs two at a time to the ground, stopping only when she realized the best place to meet Hadrian would probably be at the station. So, she waited just at the edge of the light of a streetlamp.

10th-Sep-2005 06:58 pm (UTC)
Deep down, Hadrian hated the train. Loathed it like nothing else. There was just something about the cheap fluorescent lights (or, well, cheap to someone who never lived anywhere but on top of the plate) and the security guards just bored enough to care who he was that didn't sit well with him. So instead of thinking about it, he spent the train ride down contemplating every possible thing that might go wrong on his first assignment with these people. This was probably an even worse idea than dwelling on the train.

When the train slid (he'd thought 'rolled' at first, but electric trains wouldn't have wheels to roll, would they?) into the station he was more than happy to get off of it, down the stairs and past a guard startled for the second time that night. Baldur had said to meet her at the reactor, so he headed down the stairs and away from the platform-- wait. There was someone waiting there, past the platform. A woman in a black suit standing alone would probably be who he was looking for, so he hurried over.
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