The pickup at the garage was fairly seamless. A clap on Firefly's shoulder snapped her out of her reverie, and a deadlocked wrist-clasp between Tuska and Arc confirmed to the little mechanic that everything was set. In the van, the back was filled with an assortment of gear...all their collective tech and weaponry as she drove with an even keel, taking some turns with the troll to let her get a feel for the van.
It wasn't far to get to Jed, and once there, she lay on the horn for a second to notify him before sliding open the side door. "Glad you could make it. Frag, thish ish gonna be close..." Helping him in, the PI could tell Arc was on a bit of an edge...maybe apprehensive about the job, or leaving town?
Either way, speeding off towards the rendezvous point, Arc had one last order of business...opening her messenger, she pulled up her Vruk's code...
<<@Jaime: Hey babe, it's me. Listen, it was kind of last moment, but my Srui'ken's flight was moved up to tonight. I'm about to head there now, didn't have time to meet up with you. I'm sorry for that, but we did suspect it may be this way. I promise i'll be safe, and come home to you. Hell, I'll even contact you as soon as I can. I mean, I love you, don't I? Stay out of trouble, babe...you'll see me again before you know it>>
Letting out a sigh, she sent the message off before leaning back into her seat, rubbing her eyes. The sending was good timing too...as they rounded off the street, she saw the white-haired elf assassin waving them down. Perfect...