faster than you think

[gevurah]

Date & Time: 10/10 – 10/13
Location: Basel, Switzerland
Characters: OZ, GILBERT and KATE
Summary: a pharmaceutical supply run courtesy of Gil's nicotine addiction.
Warnings: it's these three who knows.


[ Kate isn't one to allow herself to be pushed into anything she doesn't want to do, whether it's her father ordering her to take the night off after being poisoned and almost teetering death. Or a teenager pestering her into helping him and his friend out because said friend is having a situation up on the moon.

Despite not knowing what to make of Oz, Gil did comply without question last month when people were wandering out of the city's boundaries and being snatched up the UE for experimentation. Besides, what else is she to do up in the base when she's not training? She needs to make herself useful.

She might also be able to question Oz about Jack Vessalius privately, depending on whether or not Gil doesn't hover too much around his apparent master.

It doesn't take long; the Initiative sends them out via Transporter to Switzerland, a country she's vaguely familiar with having been to Geneva once as a child, back when her life was less blood-splattered and when her sister and mother had been alive and well. The location invokes memories, old and bittersweet as they set off. ]

Comments

[velveteened]

( the only contribution oz has for this conversation at the moment is a huffy breath. fine he'll just be over here and let the adults talk. )

[gevurah]

[ In spite of knowing teamwork is key, she's still very used to doing most of the work on her own. ]

Do you know what sort of clothes to look for?

We also need a truck. I figure neither of you drive.

[retraced]

[Good......point................]

Um. Not really, but...

[He's a fast learner??]

[velveteened]

( peeking over gil's hands. )

Is it difficult?

( DRIVING SOUNDS FUN AND EXCITING. )

[gevurah]

[ She towels off the rest of her damp hair and turns away to her room, grabbing the pants and shirt from the bed. She tosses them on over her own clothes, adjusting the sleeves and then nabbing the socks from the bedside to slip into. ]

I'll drive.

[ She's not letting Gil or Oz get behind the wheel and kill them. ]

[retraced]

[And with that he finally drops his hands away from Oz's eyes and sits up straight, anxiously fussing with his own hair while shooting a look that screams don't even think about it at his young master.]

In that case, why don't we come with you to get clothes, and then we can start watching the building while you find a truck.

[They'll get to see the city that way, too.]

[velveteened]

( all of these looks when he is perfectly innocent, wow! he straightens in turn, contemplating a piece of very (strange) nice modern art up on the wall. )

Maybe someone should start watching while the other two get clothes. ( they're sort of a noticeable bunch, and while this is a big city one never does quite know. ) That way it's less obvious we're working as a group, and if there's anything noticeable about, for instance, how security is set up for the evenings...

( well, they don't miss it. )

[gevurah]

[ She slips into her boots, adjusting the zipper. ]

Fine; you two get clothes. All black. Don't buy them from the same store.

[ She looks at the clock on the wall. ]

I'll head over to Roche, see what their security is like.

[retraced]

[He stands as well, rolls his shoulders back to loosen his muscles. Easier said than done.]

All right, we can manage that. [He glances up at the clock as well.]

Just tell us where to meet up with you afterwards. [And then as an aside to Oz:] Make sure your watch is wound to the right time.

[velveteened]

Oh, right.

( said at gil's reminder, since time differences hadn't occurred to him. he pulls the golden pocketwatch out of his pocket, popping it open to compare the time on the dial with the one on the wall. )

[gevurah]

We'll meet back here by seven. There's an emergency exit down the hall; we can use it later in the night to slip past management and security.

[ Finally, she pulls the sweater on and zips it all the way up. There; fully clothed so Gil doesn't have to fret about seeing her not in the nude. ]

[retraced]

[Less chance of his head exploding before the mission starts. Always a good thing.]

We'll be here.