Iman regards B impassively, wondering if he's inwardly roiling at being identified right now, or what.
"This is between us, man," she says slowly. "Just let him go and we'll keep it above board."
"I see no reason to play above board," says Ocaso smoothly. "Maybe if you disarm yourself, we'll see."
Was that a pun? It better not have been. Iman scowls at the suggestion; but the good news is Rush got her message and he's closing in fast. So she raises her arm. "Come get it," she invites.
Ocaso isn't one to take the bait. He eyes her suspiciously, debating the advantages of spreading his influence to her, but why would she - oh. Of course. Someone is behind him.
He turns sharply, making a violent grab for B's arm, the force of which might be enough to jostle him out of it. Ocaso so dislikes being taken by surprise.
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"This is between us, man," she says slowly. "Just let him go and we'll keep it above board."
"I see no reason to play above board," says Ocaso smoothly. "Maybe if you disarm yourself, we'll see."
Was that a pun? It better not have been. Iman scowls at the suggestion; but the good news is Rush got her message and he's closing in fast. So she raises her arm. "Come get it," she invites.
Ocaso isn't one to take the bait. He eyes her suspiciously, debating the advantages of spreading his influence to her, but why would she - oh. Of course. Someone is behind him.
He turns sharply, making a violent grab for B's arm, the force of which might be enough to jostle him out of it. Ocaso so dislikes being taken by surprise.