[ text ; private to knock out ]

[buffedthat]

HEY DOC, I GOT A FAVOR TO ASK.

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[buffthis]

What, we don't even have his word? I need some kind of guarantee, Breakdown. He could scrap us both if he wanted to, I'm sure. Psionics are bad news.

[buffedthat]

[ there's a HEAVY SIGH on the other end, but ok, he'll oblige. ]

HANG ON, I'LL TALK TO HIM.

[buffedthat]

[ a minute or two later: ] I GOT HIS WORD, AND YOU CAN HAVE MY GUARANTEE. GOOD?

[buffthis]

[ Knock Out still doesn't have a good feeling about this. ]

If this goes to scrap, this is all on you.

But fine. I'll do it. You can meet me at these coordinates. I'll be waiting.

[ Knock Out sends him the coordinates to a relatively secure location outside of L.A.'s city limits. He's not happy about this, but he'll do it -- for Breakdown. ]

[buffedthat]

THANKS, KNOCK OUT. I OWE YOU. WE'LL BE THERE IN 10.

[buffthis]

You certainly do. Let's just hope the little fleshbug is as trustworthy as you seem so keen on believing.

I'll see you.