[Story] Dead Job (page 3 of ?)

She stared at me, confused. She knew as well as anyone that I'm not one for direct conflict, but this? My people died for this. A few seconds passed before she nodded and asked "Any word from Torgyn?"

"No," I replied, finally walking over to Asher and snagging a smoke. "Comms are still gonked, and the ICE won't reset for another few hours. You?"

She shook her head, and i kicked a can which plinked uselessly against a wall before rolling behind the counter. As I lit up. I asked Asher if she'd had any ideas.

"Well," she said slipping her pack of cigarettes back into her jacket with a long sigh, "I agree, but not tonight. The heat's probably out in full force, and we're stuck on our hoops until it all clears. I say we split for the night and touch back in the morning. Octave, you got a place to stay tonight?" I shook my head. "Then come on, you're with me. Eiladh, you gonna be safe till we meet back up?" 

She scoffed and finished her cig "As I can be, I guess. Tioraidh, a charaid," she said with a sneer. I think it means later assholes, or something. Asher nodded to her and we all ducked through the window and went out separate ways.