IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

[mismanagement]

This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

Comments

[synthedick]

That's what I was thinking. Confiscate his phone, since that's what he used to broadcast his plans in the first place. See if we can't get him to agree to community service to get it back. The dam could use an extra hand. Gardens, too.

[Not the clinic, though. Putting him near Kate Galloway is a bad idea.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh nods.] Neat and simple. I like it.

[It's not what she'd prefer, but the situation is not ideal. They must work with what they have.]

[synthedick]

I've found the simplest solution tends to be the one that works best. Less that can go wrong. The trick is going to be finding and apprehending him.

[mismanagement]

Mhmm. [Maketh finishes her coffee with a sigh.] He doesn't seem the type to risk the caves, not unless he feels cornered. But I doubt he'll come quietly.

[synthedick]

We'll just have to keep an eye out for him, see if we can't sniff him out. He's bound to turn up eventually.

[He finishes his own mug, setting it next to the sink to wash later.]

Thanks for the coffee. Beats what we had back home by a long shot.

[mismanagement]

True. It is a closed circuit. [Eventually he'll have to come back for supplies, even if he's found himself a hole to wait it out in. Maketh leans back with a smile.] Any time. I mean that.

[synthedick]

I'll take you up on it more often. For now, I'll get this paperwork sorted out. See if I can't save my legs and Rey some grief.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh smiles at him, a warm expression.] That too is appreciated.