ReedRGale
Inkling Commander
Wade ==> Talk
Max ==> Talk
There was a noticeable quiet at the table. Wade sat in silence with Jax following suit. Max had even begun to close his eyes, his nonverbals boiling in anger. He shook. It was almost as if at any moment, he would blow.
No one really wanted to speak up, not even the Cap'n.
So a minute passed. Max opened his eyes. And then it began. “…So.” Max said, the rage he'd had controlled, but visible. “What’d you want me here for?”
Jax looked from the Cap'n, to Wade, then to Max. "I brought you here to meet the Cap'n. I also meant to test how both you and Wade would handle a stressful situation. At first, I was going to have a more controlled situation, but... things blew up and became what they did. I decided to flow with the situation and let you test each other.
"Otherwise," he continued, "we're here to come up with a more solid plan. We all have bits of information to consolidate; little pieces of the puzzle. We're hoping that together, with some discussion, we'll be able to come to a more coherent plan."
Max stared between Jax and Wade, chewing his crab cake without a single change of expression, and, with deliberate movements, set his fork down and pulled a napkin out from the stack on the table. He wiped his hands. He tossed the napkin in the bin. And, in a sudden eruption of fury, slammed his hands on the table, his face downcast.
He froze there for a moment, shaking unstably, before lowering his hand from the table. The tension seemed ready to escalate at any moment.
"... Tch." With a sullen grin, Max picked up the fork and stuffed in another bite of crab cakes, "Guess we all know how that went." He looked Wade dead in the eyes. "Some of us didn't even stay for the whole thing."
"... Not that it really matters," Max took another bite of the crab cakes, twirling his fork smugly in the air, "Anyway, this is why ya really wanted us here, huh? Dinner and a Deepview business meeting?"
Jax ignored the snide comment and said, "yes. First, I'd like to ask you, Wade, you contacted an individual from underground. Cato, was it? Could you explain for Max what he told you?"
With that backhanded remak pointed directly at him, Wade had shot Max a quick glare back, before grabbing a crabby cake and stuffing it in his mouth.
Don't start anything, Wade mentally reminded himself, looking off into the corner to try to keep his cool. Luckily, there was no room for witty retaliations with a full mouth. Or explaining...
Hastily swallowing the cake, Wade cleared his throat.
"...Right! Cato," Wade said, blinking to think of what relevant things to say. Honestly, he thought that buisness transaction they ran into was more pressing but, that's what made Cato helpful.
"Cato said he'd look out for anyone in Area 1 for us and call me if he saw anything." Wade explained. "Specifically the informant that should be showing up… today."
In the midst of wolfing down another crab cake, Max stopped, a look of sudden rage escaping his controlled composure. As if by instinct he swallowed hard, glaring with a different kind of fury in Wade's general direction.
"... Area 1, huh." Though it was Wade who'd spoken, his anger seemed... significantly more undirected than it normally was.
"...Tch," He broke into a vicious grin, twirling his fork around again, "What, you serious? An informant coming out of that fryin' hellhole? And you seriously think you can trust them? Shell, you all act as if you don't know who's behind this."
He let out an angry chuckle. "Who's this Cato guy, anyway? One of your squad buddies or somethin'?"
"Cato is a member of an Octoling resistance group called the Orphans," Jax explained. "They were founded by the Squid Sisters--"
"My girls did what!?" The Cap'n exclaimed. "And they kept it a secret right under my nose??"
Jax began, "sir if I may explain--"
But, interjecting the Cap'n continued. "I'm so proud of my girls..." A single tear rolled down his cheek as the three other agents looked to him.
...
"In any case, Wade made contact with the Orphans and they are keeping an eye open for an informant who posted anonymously online about taking down Deepview, then challenging people to meet them in Area 1.
"After going to recruit you, Max, I did some sleuthing," Jax continued. "I checked to see if there were any databases that had made a copy of that post taht day, because the topic was promptly deleted. There was a copy, which happened to include a few repsonses from other 3channers.
"Turns out this person is somewhat prolific on the board, even though they were anonymous. People told her to take her conspiracy theories elsewhere. They also included slurs involving tinkering and robotics. Apparently she's a wiz with the stuff; a young ace who loves to place with biotechnology, like respawn pads and the like.
"I took my research to old articles, working off the assumption that this individual lived somewhat near Octo Valley so as to be able to enter Deepview headquarters and Area 1 in a reasonable amount of time, and looked for a girl in Inkopolis who matched her level of profession and it didn't take long to find a precocious young girl by the name of Agatha Tin who is infamous around the area for being a genius... and also a lunatic.
"I believe this is the informant we wish to meet. With this information, I wanted to see what you all thought."
Wade blinked, suprised at the sheer amount of information Jax had found so quickly.
He did this all today? Wade thought, slightly intimidated. I barely woke up at noon.
Wade took a cursory glance at the Cap'n --tearing up in proudness-- while grabbing a small plate of crabby cakes to start munching on. Muddling the facts like that... Jax clearly knew Cap'n. There was no way he could outright talk about the octolings in a positive light.
As Wade bit into a cake, he frowned a bit. Yeesh, sticky situation. He'd still roll with it for the time being, for Cap'n's sake honestly.
Finishing the crabby cake, Wade spoke up. "Considering we've already seen that Area 1 is pretty proximate to Deepview activities... 'Agatha' might be a lunatic, but she was right about everything in the post."
Wade shrugged. "It's a lead," he reiterated.
"Is that so...?" Max leaned back, folding his arms behind his head with a expression that managed to seem both delighted and upset. "Heh... well, nevermind. Looks like you've got enough to back up his claims after all."
He spun the fork in his fingers. "Still, this Agatha character... yeah, maybe she knows somethin', but shell if she ain't the lunatic everyone's saying she is just for hanging in Area 1. What's she expect to get out of meeting in the damn underground?"
He stopped, a wavering scowl forming on his face. "Look, Area 1 ain't the place to go messing around with snipe hunts. There's monsters, rotting air. Mazes of corridors, kettles leading all over the place. You'd be crazy to stay in their for too long. Shell, I'm not sure which is crazier -- your friend or our lunatic informant."
Looking toward the ceiling, he added, "I know we're all scrambling for leads here, but this one? There's something's off about it."
For a moment, he closed his eyes, as if thinking about the whole situation, before leaning forward and stabbing the other crab cake on his plate.
"...Hmph." He tore into another cake. "Guess it's something, if it's the only lead you've got."
One of Wade's eyes momentarily twitched at how flippant Max responded.
Despite the bubbling annoyance, he refused to be the person to quote-unquote 'start anything,' or to live up the 'crazy' tag just thrown at him now, buuuut....
"WELL," Wade interjected bitterly. "If you have another lead, then we can track that one," he said curtly.
Stuffing one half of a cake in his mouth, Wade looked over to Max unimpressedly. "I mean, if you're that confident you'll find a less sketchy, safer lead, then I'm all ears!"
This 'not starting stuff' was hard; Wade could hear the condescendingness start to drip from his comments.
Finishing he other half of the crabby cake, Wade continued, albeit less mockingly. "I doubt we'll find that though. If this were a straight up trap, we wouldn't have been so close to a business exchange that could cost Deepview partners." Wade glanced back to Jax. "No one would want to draw attention or add tension."
Wade looked back to Max. "And that business deal might just be why this lead is in the right place."
"Wade has a good point," Jax said. "And seriously, if there are any other leads, Max, I implore that you share them with us. We need any upper hand we can get on Deepview that we can."
"We know they're dealing something to some group of Octolings--I have my hunches as to who, but I won't make any conclusions yet. We need anything we can go off of. Do you have any information which we don't yet have?"
"Heh." A crack of excitement sparked through Max's eyes, as though he'd been waiting for the question. "What kind of great hero do you think I am? I've got my own trail to offer. A big one. And it doesn't involve traipsing around enemy territory."
He leaned back with an arrogant pose one step removed from resting his feet on the table. "There was a protest that happened a few weeks ago, by some of the volunteers workin' around the city. Seems like it supposed to be a peaceful thing -- y'know, to raise awareness on the missing Sisters -- but a couple hot-bloods rallied the whole mob into storming the Deepview visitor center for answers. They went in with questions... and came out without a memory to their name, let alone their whole purpose of being there."
A personal anger crept into Max's voice. "I spent days watching that place, monitoring every fryin' Deepview movement. They'd come out at 8, clock out at 6... shell, they followed the same schedule every single day, like a swarm of damn machines. Eventually, I gave up. Left 'em to whatever hive-ish bull-kelp they were up to." Despite everything he said, his grin remained. "Not that I left without answers."
"See, I'd noticed something about the pattern of those mooks. As soon as the clock struck 8, they'd head out toward whatever business they were in the middle of taking over. Every single one... almost." He scoffed. "Those oblivious suits wandered away from the business district... and into the construction site for the new subway system."
"So!" In a burst of excitement, Max slammed his arms on the table. " Naturally, I waited until 6. And as soon as those minions staggered off to clock in their time, I swept the place clean." He shook his head in recollection. "The stuff that was down there... it was alien. All sorts of weird sounds and materials. Sure, a lot of it was probably digging equipment, but that tech? You wouldn't see an Inkling using it, that's for sure."
"... Anyway." Still grinning, Max plopped another crab cake on his plate. "We can speculate the whole night about whether our so-called lunatic decides to make an appearance in Area 1. But those tunnels? Those aren't going anywhere. I mean, if you all are really set on this Agatha character, then maybe we could, shell, I dunno, check out her place while she's wandering around Octoling wasteland."
He spoke between bites. "As far as leads go, though? I'd say this one's pretty solid."
"Impressive!" the cap'n explained, bits of the cake he was eating flying all over the table and in Max's general direction. "You have the makings of a fine Agent, Max! And, good work as usual Jax."
"Yes," Jax added, grinning. "Impressive indeed."
Trying not to flinch everytime Max slammed on the table or raised his voice, Wade had leaned waaay back into his chair, bracing for Max's regaling tale with a crabby cake to nibble on.
Storytelling aside, he was honestly surprised that there was something substantial to what Max was saying. Like, actual, not total waste of time or hot air, oxygen wasting-- anyway.
Gleaning the facts, what lingered in Wade's mind was ...foreign mining technology? If it was so indistinguishable it must have been octarian machinery. Oversea tech was too incorporated in Inkopolis to be so... alien looking.
Could just be Max living under a rock, or apparently living in a bush, Wade mused.
No, if it was octarian tech, possibly acquired from a trade like yesterday's, it made sense.
And then the facts start to come back around, Wade thought.
Okay, damn. So this was useful.
Wade stuffed another crabby cake in his mouth to shut himself up before he said anything like, 'you want to invade Agatha's home??? Isn't that trespassing???' all the while, mulling over the new path laid before them.
"Okay," Wade stated." So we that we have more options. We have an informant we could meet... or miss," Wade reluctantly threw in, "or we have a Deepview site that we know the hours of surveillance to."
Wade clasped his hands and leaned his chin against his fingers, blinking and already weighing pros and cons in his head.
"So what do we do?" he asked.
"Let's consider the options then," Jax said, in response to Wade. "We could go through with my lead and look for Agatha. But we don't know if she'll still be where we expect her and we already have an informant in place.
"We could, instead, try to gather information from Agatha's house, but there are some logistical problems... like breaking the law." Jax sighs. "Not that I'm actually against that, but it adds a level of risk to the situation I'm not sure I want to take.
"The same applies to Deepview agents--they could hold valuable information as Max learned from tailing one to this tunnel... but it's a serious risk.
"So, to finish my train of thought off: I feel we should further investigate the tunnels. Maybe we can learn something that will lead us in the right direction. I agree with Max's decision and throw my vote there.
"What say you, Wade?" Jax finished.
Wade drummed his fingers on the table a few times. "...Yeah, I'm starting to think that sounds best, too," he reluctantly admitted.
Grumble grumble, there goes the Octovalley lead for the time being, Wade thought. But in all honesty, with all the iffy-ness of Agatha showing up or not... this made the most sense tactically. Find the most information in the least amount of time, with the least amount of risk.
"Cato will watch for us, plus we've already checked it out" he stated.
Wade paused. The circular layout of the kettle hub came to mind, the multiple kettles easily one way and winding in the their destinations. The only way to find anything through them would be following someone... lest one end up in the deep end of Octarian territory.
"...It's pretty much a dead end without following someone through the kettles," Wade said. "So this all hinges on our guide showing up, or Deepview being easy enough to tail. "
The choice was pretty obvious if they wanted new information.
Raising a hand to cast in his vote, Wade looked severly unimpressed. "Yeah okay, tunnels sure," he conceded.
"I trust there are no issues with this course of action, Max?" Jax asked, calmly.
Max beamed, grinning at Wade's disappointment. "Heh, no problems here."
Max ==> Talk
There was a noticeable quiet at the table. Wade sat in silence with Jax following suit. Max had even begun to close his eyes, his nonverbals boiling in anger. He shook. It was almost as if at any moment, he would blow.
No one really wanted to speak up, not even the Cap'n.
So a minute passed. Max opened his eyes. And then it began. “…So.” Max said, the rage he'd had controlled, but visible. “What’d you want me here for?”
Jax looked from the Cap'n, to Wade, then to Max. "I brought you here to meet the Cap'n. I also meant to test how both you and Wade would handle a stressful situation. At first, I was going to have a more controlled situation, but... things blew up and became what they did. I decided to flow with the situation and let you test each other.
"Otherwise," he continued, "we're here to come up with a more solid plan. We all have bits of information to consolidate; little pieces of the puzzle. We're hoping that together, with some discussion, we'll be able to come to a more coherent plan."
Max stared between Jax and Wade, chewing his crab cake without a single change of expression, and, with deliberate movements, set his fork down and pulled a napkin out from the stack on the table. He wiped his hands. He tossed the napkin in the bin. And, in a sudden eruption of fury, slammed his hands on the table, his face downcast.
He froze there for a moment, shaking unstably, before lowering his hand from the table. The tension seemed ready to escalate at any moment.
"... Tch." With a sullen grin, Max picked up the fork and stuffed in another bite of crab cakes, "Guess we all know how that went." He looked Wade dead in the eyes. "Some of us didn't even stay for the whole thing."
"... Not that it really matters," Max took another bite of the crab cakes, twirling his fork smugly in the air, "Anyway, this is why ya really wanted us here, huh? Dinner and a Deepview business meeting?"
Jax ignored the snide comment and said, "yes. First, I'd like to ask you, Wade, you contacted an individual from underground. Cato, was it? Could you explain for Max what he told you?"
With that backhanded remak pointed directly at him, Wade had shot Max a quick glare back, before grabbing a crabby cake and stuffing it in his mouth.
Don't start anything, Wade mentally reminded himself, looking off into the corner to try to keep his cool. Luckily, there was no room for witty retaliations with a full mouth. Or explaining...
Hastily swallowing the cake, Wade cleared his throat.
"...Right! Cato," Wade said, blinking to think of what relevant things to say. Honestly, he thought that buisness transaction they ran into was more pressing but, that's what made Cato helpful.
"Cato said he'd look out for anyone in Area 1 for us and call me if he saw anything." Wade explained. "Specifically the informant that should be showing up… today."
In the midst of wolfing down another crab cake, Max stopped, a look of sudden rage escaping his controlled composure. As if by instinct he swallowed hard, glaring with a different kind of fury in Wade's general direction.
"... Area 1, huh." Though it was Wade who'd spoken, his anger seemed... significantly more undirected than it normally was.
"...Tch," He broke into a vicious grin, twirling his fork around again, "What, you serious? An informant coming out of that fryin' hellhole? And you seriously think you can trust them? Shell, you all act as if you don't know who's behind this."
He let out an angry chuckle. "Who's this Cato guy, anyway? One of your squad buddies or somethin'?"
"Cato is a member of an Octoling resistance group called the Orphans," Jax explained. "They were founded by the Squid Sisters--"
"My girls did what!?" The Cap'n exclaimed. "And they kept it a secret right under my nose??"
Jax began, "sir if I may explain--"
But, interjecting the Cap'n continued. "I'm so proud of my girls..." A single tear rolled down his cheek as the three other agents looked to him.
...
"In any case, Wade made contact with the Orphans and they are keeping an eye open for an informant who posted anonymously online about taking down Deepview, then challenging people to meet them in Area 1.
"After going to recruit you, Max, I did some sleuthing," Jax continued. "I checked to see if there were any databases that had made a copy of that post taht day, because the topic was promptly deleted. There was a copy, which happened to include a few repsonses from other 3channers.
"Turns out this person is somewhat prolific on the board, even though they were anonymous. People told her to take her conspiracy theories elsewhere. They also included slurs involving tinkering and robotics. Apparently she's a wiz with the stuff; a young ace who loves to place with biotechnology, like respawn pads and the like.
"I took my research to old articles, working off the assumption that this individual lived somewhat near Octo Valley so as to be able to enter Deepview headquarters and Area 1 in a reasonable amount of time, and looked for a girl in Inkopolis who matched her level of profession and it didn't take long to find a precocious young girl by the name of Agatha Tin who is infamous around the area for being a genius... and also a lunatic.
"I believe this is the informant we wish to meet. With this information, I wanted to see what you all thought."
Wade blinked, suprised at the sheer amount of information Jax had found so quickly.
He did this all today? Wade thought, slightly intimidated. I barely woke up at noon.
Wade took a cursory glance at the Cap'n --tearing up in proudness-- while grabbing a small plate of crabby cakes to start munching on. Muddling the facts like that... Jax clearly knew Cap'n. There was no way he could outright talk about the octolings in a positive light.
As Wade bit into a cake, he frowned a bit. Yeesh, sticky situation. He'd still roll with it for the time being, for Cap'n's sake honestly.
Finishing the crabby cake, Wade spoke up. "Considering we've already seen that Area 1 is pretty proximate to Deepview activities... 'Agatha' might be a lunatic, but she was right about everything in the post."
Wade shrugged. "It's a lead," he reiterated.
"Is that so...?" Max leaned back, folding his arms behind his head with a expression that managed to seem both delighted and upset. "Heh... well, nevermind. Looks like you've got enough to back up his claims after all."
He spun the fork in his fingers. "Still, this Agatha character... yeah, maybe she knows somethin', but shell if she ain't the lunatic everyone's saying she is just for hanging in Area 1. What's she expect to get out of meeting in the damn underground?"
He stopped, a wavering scowl forming on his face. "Look, Area 1 ain't the place to go messing around with snipe hunts. There's monsters, rotting air. Mazes of corridors, kettles leading all over the place. You'd be crazy to stay in their for too long. Shell, I'm not sure which is crazier -- your friend or our lunatic informant."
Looking toward the ceiling, he added, "I know we're all scrambling for leads here, but this one? There's something's off about it."
For a moment, he closed his eyes, as if thinking about the whole situation, before leaning forward and stabbing the other crab cake on his plate.
"...Hmph." He tore into another cake. "Guess it's something, if it's the only lead you've got."
One of Wade's eyes momentarily twitched at how flippant Max responded.
Despite the bubbling annoyance, he refused to be the person to quote-unquote 'start anything,' or to live up the 'crazy' tag just thrown at him now, buuuut....
"WELL," Wade interjected bitterly. "If you have another lead, then we can track that one," he said curtly.
Stuffing one half of a cake in his mouth, Wade looked over to Max unimpressedly. "I mean, if you're that confident you'll find a less sketchy, safer lead, then I'm all ears!"
This 'not starting stuff' was hard; Wade could hear the condescendingness start to drip from his comments.
Finishing he other half of the crabby cake, Wade continued, albeit less mockingly. "I doubt we'll find that though. If this were a straight up trap, we wouldn't have been so close to a business exchange that could cost Deepview partners." Wade glanced back to Jax. "No one would want to draw attention or add tension."
Wade looked back to Max. "And that business deal might just be why this lead is in the right place."
"Wade has a good point," Jax said. "And seriously, if there are any other leads, Max, I implore that you share them with us. We need any upper hand we can get on Deepview that we can."
"We know they're dealing something to some group of Octolings--I have my hunches as to who, but I won't make any conclusions yet. We need anything we can go off of. Do you have any information which we don't yet have?"
"Heh." A crack of excitement sparked through Max's eyes, as though he'd been waiting for the question. "What kind of great hero do you think I am? I've got my own trail to offer. A big one. And it doesn't involve traipsing around enemy territory."
He leaned back with an arrogant pose one step removed from resting his feet on the table. "There was a protest that happened a few weeks ago, by some of the volunteers workin' around the city. Seems like it supposed to be a peaceful thing -- y'know, to raise awareness on the missing Sisters -- but a couple hot-bloods rallied the whole mob into storming the Deepview visitor center for answers. They went in with questions... and came out without a memory to their name, let alone their whole purpose of being there."
A personal anger crept into Max's voice. "I spent days watching that place, monitoring every fryin' Deepview movement. They'd come out at 8, clock out at 6... shell, they followed the same schedule every single day, like a swarm of damn machines. Eventually, I gave up. Left 'em to whatever hive-ish bull-kelp they were up to." Despite everything he said, his grin remained. "Not that I left without answers."
"See, I'd noticed something about the pattern of those mooks. As soon as the clock struck 8, they'd head out toward whatever business they were in the middle of taking over. Every single one... almost." He scoffed. "Those oblivious suits wandered away from the business district... and into the construction site for the new subway system."
"So!" In a burst of excitement, Max slammed his arms on the table. " Naturally, I waited until 6. And as soon as those minions staggered off to clock in their time, I swept the place clean." He shook his head in recollection. "The stuff that was down there... it was alien. All sorts of weird sounds and materials. Sure, a lot of it was probably digging equipment, but that tech? You wouldn't see an Inkling using it, that's for sure."
"... Anyway." Still grinning, Max plopped another crab cake on his plate. "We can speculate the whole night about whether our so-called lunatic decides to make an appearance in Area 1. But those tunnels? Those aren't going anywhere. I mean, if you all are really set on this Agatha character, then maybe we could, shell, I dunno, check out her place while she's wandering around Octoling wasteland."
He spoke between bites. "As far as leads go, though? I'd say this one's pretty solid."
"Impressive!" the cap'n explained, bits of the cake he was eating flying all over the table and in Max's general direction. "You have the makings of a fine Agent, Max! And, good work as usual Jax."
"Yes," Jax added, grinning. "Impressive indeed."
Trying not to flinch everytime Max slammed on the table or raised his voice, Wade had leaned waaay back into his chair, bracing for Max's regaling tale with a crabby cake to nibble on.
Storytelling aside, he was honestly surprised that there was something substantial to what Max was saying. Like, actual, not total waste of time or hot air, oxygen wasting-- anyway.
Gleaning the facts, what lingered in Wade's mind was ...foreign mining technology? If it was so indistinguishable it must have been octarian machinery. Oversea tech was too incorporated in Inkopolis to be so... alien looking.
Could just be Max living under a rock, or apparently living in a bush, Wade mused.
No, if it was octarian tech, possibly acquired from a trade like yesterday's, it made sense.
And then the facts start to come back around, Wade thought.
Okay, damn. So this was useful.
Wade stuffed another crabby cake in his mouth to shut himself up before he said anything like, 'you want to invade Agatha's home??? Isn't that trespassing???' all the while, mulling over the new path laid before them.
"Okay," Wade stated." So we that we have more options. We have an informant we could meet... or miss," Wade reluctantly threw in, "or we have a Deepview site that we know the hours of surveillance to."
Wade clasped his hands and leaned his chin against his fingers, blinking and already weighing pros and cons in his head.
"So what do we do?" he asked.
"Let's consider the options then," Jax said, in response to Wade. "We could go through with my lead and look for Agatha. But we don't know if she'll still be where we expect her and we already have an informant in place.
"We could, instead, try to gather information from Agatha's house, but there are some logistical problems... like breaking the law." Jax sighs. "Not that I'm actually against that, but it adds a level of risk to the situation I'm not sure I want to take.
"The same applies to Deepview agents--they could hold valuable information as Max learned from tailing one to this tunnel... but it's a serious risk.
"So, to finish my train of thought off: I feel we should further investigate the tunnels. Maybe we can learn something that will lead us in the right direction. I agree with Max's decision and throw my vote there.
"What say you, Wade?" Jax finished.
Wade drummed his fingers on the table a few times. "...Yeah, I'm starting to think that sounds best, too," he reluctantly admitted.
Grumble grumble, there goes the Octovalley lead for the time being, Wade thought. But in all honesty, with all the iffy-ness of Agatha showing up or not... this made the most sense tactically. Find the most information in the least amount of time, with the least amount of risk.
"Cato will watch for us, plus we've already checked it out" he stated.
Wade paused. The circular layout of the kettle hub came to mind, the multiple kettles easily one way and winding in the their destinations. The only way to find anything through them would be following someone... lest one end up in the deep end of Octarian territory.
"...It's pretty much a dead end without following someone through the kettles," Wade said. "So this all hinges on our guide showing up, or Deepview being easy enough to tail. "
The choice was pretty obvious if they wanted new information.
Raising a hand to cast in his vote, Wade looked severly unimpressed. "Yeah okay, tunnels sure," he conceded.
"I trust there are no issues with this course of action, Max?" Jax asked, calmly.
Max beamed, grinning at Wade's disappointment. "Heh, no problems here."
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