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Oh...this'll be...fun.
Mar. 6th, 2014 05:43 pmNo doubt many in her social set would have found a trip such as this one a great jaunt. A vacation, a pleasure cruise full of silliness and romance. Granted, most of her peers were rather silly in and of themselves and she did try to avoid them for that reason. Her guardian being a known recluse was quite handy in that regard, and her uncle and she often had a great many nights entertainment out of reading invitations aloud and concocting excuses for them.
Over training, usually. A woman who could not practice her skills while talking simply hadn't built up her stamina enough in Nevada's regard.
Still, this was a busy and bustling ship, not a pleasure liner, and she had her own work to do. The moment they had lifted off she activated the small box their majesties had entrusted to her. It was indication of a senior agent on a case, and it meant that information would find it's way to her in the form of small, mechanical birds.
The latest missive was in her hands, and it wasn't one to inspire hope 'Failed to intercept in Istanbul, targets shows knowledge of agents; suspect mole.' That was...never good news. She'd had her suspicions when their target slipped out of England, but to have a gentleman she knew confirm it? Yes. Bad news.
Their advantage now lay in the fact that the man they were tailing had never actually left their homeland before and that he would have to physically connect with resources he had. And yes, while she herself had never left the country as well, she was traveling in the company of many who had, and Nevada had made it a point to introduce her to all manner of people who came to visit them from elsewhere.
Hopefully it would be enough of an edge.
With a sigh she slipped the small knife from her sleeve so she could reset the switch in the bird, sending it winging back toward the other beacon. Her compatriot in Instanbul need not be down a bird after all. "That looks like bad news," Nevada noted easily from the doorway to her cabin. He'd been cleaning and oiling her weapons while she worked, his own sense of danger to come driving the actions no doubt.
"Failed to intercept," Aya admitted a touch grimly, tapping her pen against her lips. "Your friend Evral in Istanbul suspects a mole."
Ah, yes, it was bad news. Worse than he'd expected in fact. "Better we're here then." No one on Braig's ship would be reporting elsewhere. No one. "Come on, I'm going to throw you to the wolves. Or cats as it were."
"They said yes?" Aya laughed, dropping her pen and checking her clothing automatically. No full corset today, which was good, she'd need to move better than that now!
"They agreed to toss you around like a shuttlecock if that's what it takes," Nevada agreed easily. "And you'll stop being cocky about being able to dodge an old man.
"You're hardly old, Uncle, and I know they'll wipe the deck with me." How not? Katzu were incredibly skilled in most physical areas, and Nevada had been disinclined to throw punches at her proper since she grew up as it were. She hoping to be able to simply brush up her ability to roll without hurting herself at this early date.
"Yes yes, so you always say. Regardless you'll find me in the galley after your workout session with the ladies." He knew himself well enough to know that watching his niece being bounced around would not be good for his health. It was rather part of his job to ensure she wasn't after all. "Or someone better able to walk will."
"Now that seems a challenge, Uncle," Aya chuckled. "I shall endeavor to walk away from any such punishments I bring on myself."
He touched the top of her head gently and chuckled, "yes, you're a stubborn child, but you've never wrestled katzu before. Regardless, I'll see you afterward. And please do not inform your father, he already despairs for your future," Nevada sighed tiredly.
"Of course not." She probably sounded far too cheerful about the prospect of self defense lessons with the ladies on board; she could tell by the way he arched an eyebrow at that comment. Oh well, the quality of her social peers wasn't the only reason she didn't spend much time in their company.
Over training, usually. A woman who could not practice her skills while talking simply hadn't built up her stamina enough in Nevada's regard.
Still, this was a busy and bustling ship, not a pleasure liner, and she had her own work to do. The moment they had lifted off she activated the small box their majesties had entrusted to her. It was indication of a senior agent on a case, and it meant that information would find it's way to her in the form of small, mechanical birds.
The latest missive was in her hands, and it wasn't one to inspire hope 'Failed to intercept in Istanbul, targets shows knowledge of agents; suspect mole.' That was...never good news. She'd had her suspicions when their target slipped out of England, but to have a gentleman she knew confirm it? Yes. Bad news.
Their advantage now lay in the fact that the man they were tailing had never actually left their homeland before and that he would have to physically connect with resources he had. And yes, while she herself had never left the country as well, she was traveling in the company of many who had, and Nevada had made it a point to introduce her to all manner of people who came to visit them from elsewhere.
Hopefully it would be enough of an edge.
With a sigh she slipped the small knife from her sleeve so she could reset the switch in the bird, sending it winging back toward the other beacon. Her compatriot in Instanbul need not be down a bird after all. "That looks like bad news," Nevada noted easily from the doorway to her cabin. He'd been cleaning and oiling her weapons while she worked, his own sense of danger to come driving the actions no doubt.
"Failed to intercept," Aya admitted a touch grimly, tapping her pen against her lips. "Your friend Evral in Istanbul suspects a mole."
Ah, yes, it was bad news. Worse than he'd expected in fact. "Better we're here then." No one on Braig's ship would be reporting elsewhere. No one. "Come on, I'm going to throw you to the wolves. Or cats as it were."
"They said yes?" Aya laughed, dropping her pen and checking her clothing automatically. No full corset today, which was good, she'd need to move better than that now!
"They agreed to toss you around like a shuttlecock if that's what it takes," Nevada agreed easily. "And you'll stop being cocky about being able to dodge an old man.
"You're hardly old, Uncle, and I know they'll wipe the deck with me." How not? Katzu were incredibly skilled in most physical areas, and Nevada had been disinclined to throw punches at her proper since she grew up as it were. She hoping to be able to simply brush up her ability to roll without hurting herself at this early date.
"Yes yes, so you always say. Regardless you'll find me in the galley after your workout session with the ladies." He knew himself well enough to know that watching his niece being bounced around would not be good for his health. It was rather part of his job to ensure she wasn't after all. "Or someone better able to walk will."
"Now that seems a challenge, Uncle," Aya chuckled. "I shall endeavor to walk away from any such punishments I bring on myself."
He touched the top of her head gently and chuckled, "yes, you're a stubborn child, but you've never wrestled katzu before. Regardless, I'll see you afterward. And please do not inform your father, he already despairs for your future," Nevada sighed tiredly.
"Of course not." She probably sounded far too cheerful about the prospect of self defense lessons with the ladies on board; she could tell by the way he arched an eyebrow at that comment. Oh well, the quality of her social peers wasn't the only reason she didn't spend much time in their company.
