Earlier, Kasumi puts her gear in the ladies' room and lets Jennifer pick a bunk. Kasumi straps on her swords, pistol, and slings her SMG. She left her tools, neurohelmet, and cooling vest in her Valkyrie.
Kasumi listens to the briefing given by the Security Manager. She looks to Thor when the guy asks if there are any questions.
Bleh, convoy! The old man irked as his face wrinkled in displeasure. He was old enough to dislike the idea of being the prey in an ambush.
"Which particular convoy are we gonna escort?" asked Sergey hesitantly. He had to pull off his poker face knowing he had no choice but to scrape off the bottom of the bucket. "Those package ya got there seemed... important. Don't think anybody would assign Mechs just to escort an ordinary convoy. I'd like some further details so we could, uhm, plan ahead. If ya know what I mean." Anybody would have sworn from the old fox' devilish wink.
You get the impression that he's not hiding anything, either. He probably believes it military stuff. The exact inventory of stuff doesn't matter (at this point, unless you want to go pirate later).
Imagine a rubix cube whose faces are aligned: the puzzle solved. This is the world of the familiar. A few short twists and turns and those same ordered faces become jumbled and chaotic, impenetrable to all but the most cunning.
Imagine a rubix cube whose faces are aligned: the puzzle solved. This is the world of the familiar. A few short twists and turns and those same ordered faces become jumbled and chaotic, impenetrable to all but the most cunning.
Imagine a rubix cube whose faces are aligned: the puzzle solved. This is the world of the familiar. A few short twists and turns and those same ordered faces become jumbled and chaotic, impenetrable to all but the most cunning.