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Sometimes shit doesn’t go to plan. Sometimes there’s hang ups. Sometimes their’s delays that could mean the difference between all of them going home and all of them not. And right now there’s tension spread out between them taut enough to bounce every quarter ever made off of. It’s the only reason he’d said it. Something to lesson the resistance. Lessen the inevitable snap. Even if Banks is currently nursing buzzing in every inch of his body, because no, the power had not in fact been cut yet, Creek.
“Feckin’ gobshoi’te.”
A tease and Luka’s just so steadily reaches out. Point two seconds before Creek’s voice is popping back in over the comms, with : line’s dead. Go.
“D’ere see? No’din’ ta worry o’bou’. Gimme t’feckin’ cutters.”
