"Wait, what? Where is this a "beginning of a plan"? She's got a job, she won't just go out with Mike when she's on duty. Am I the only one to do thinking in here? Come on, boys..."
bnc sighs, then inhales deeply before starting to talk in a stressed voice, indicating she's fighting down something.
"Look, I do understand that you rely on me when it comes to intel and technical stuff, and I know that you more experienced in terms of action than plannung. But until now, the gros of what we did was planned by me. I refuse to shoulder the whole mucho förböveln run myself, however. I help with the reader, I deal with the database, I get all the data, I fly the spydrones. But I don't fucking run this shit alone. If you bad-ass runners who already Ran when I was learning how to calculate the area of a triangle, don't come up with something better than "Mike will pick her up" anytime soon, I'll safe comme enfer burn some drek. It's not like I didn't give you some time to think."