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[cloakand_danger]

[And once again, it is noon on meeting day in Patrol headquarters. There's a big open meeting room space, tables in the middle, a projector on the ceiling, computers in the walls. It is shiny, high-tech, clean, and full of a lot more people than last time. Yuan is already here before anyone else arrives, getting papers laid out and shuffled around. He seems tense, but satisfied. Things are finally coming together.]

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[encryptedlock]

[York shakes his head at--well, at all of them, really.]

You don't get it, do you? We need someone with no technology or he's going to be all over you.

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

Not necessarily. He got all over me and I don't have any technology.

[encryptedlock]

...Because you're closely associated with someone who he wanted to get at.

[York sighs. This is why he can't have nice things.]

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

[don't you sigh at me, York]

Yeah, exactly. Everyone here is probably "closely associated" with someone who has something nifty the Meta might want.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[somewhat grouchy look; he's determined not to feel guilty for what Amy suffered at the hands of the Meta, but it's happening anyway. He glances at the other suited man, catching his gaze]

So what's wrong with him, why can't he go? Does he have an AI like you do, York?

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

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No, sir. No AI, but I do have a data management system in my helmet.