Quinn Reynolds - Fight the Power (Part II)

[Quinn Reynolds]

((Maingard District, Witherington, Indre III))

It had been raining for days, the planet’s weather control system damaged in the first wave of Cardassian attacks. The streets were nearly rivers, the water black as midnight and almost as cold. Quinn and the two other Maquis cell members huddled in the looming shadow of a dark building. No light burned in its windows, or any of the others in the area, the block cut off from the city’s power grid. She didn’t know why—if it was purposeful, or collateral damage—but it made for a convenient place to hunker down, avoid attention, and await contact from their leader. 

More than just a leader to her, and not for the first time, she wondered if she was making a mistake. But speak of the devil, and he shall appear—or at least, buzz the communicator stowed in one’s inside jacket pocket. Checking they were clear of any eavesdroppers or passing Cardassian patrols, Quinn fished the device out of her pocket and opened the channel. 

Brunsig: =/\= I assume you of all people got here intact, Shades.=/\=

Reynolds: =/\= A reasonable assumption. =/\=

zh'Tisav/T'Lar: =/\= Response =/\=

He wouldn’t beat around the bush. It wasn’t his way, and he had too much to coordinate to waste time on pleasantries. True to form, Walter Brunsig immediately set to work issuing them orders. She had a vague idea what the initial plan was; gather information, allies, and resources, but no clue how the German intended to put them together. She’d done many things in her years, but this kind of offensive was not among them.

Brunsig: =/\= Figure out what their resources are. Vehicles, weapons, depots, hubs, you name it. We’ll need to cripple their response before it happens. =/\=

Reynolds: =/\= You don’t ask for much, do you? =/\=

Brunsig: =/\= It is what it is. If you wanted an easy life, you wouldn’t be here. =/\=

She shook her head, wet tendrils of hair plastered to her cheeks. He wasn’t wrong, and that just made it even more annoying. 

zh'Tisav/T'Lar: =/\= Response =/\=

Brunsig: =/\= Watch your backs, and pay attention to Shades; this is her bread and butter. And don’t leave any evidence you were there. =/\=

No one needed to tell a former intelligence officer to work without a trace. But she was working with two of the newer recruits, who might not be as instinctively averse to noise as she was. Goodness knew a good portion of the Skarbek crew was not, with a certain redhead coming to mind. And they’d have to be extra careful. Few people would forget an Andorian who stood over two metres tall.

A soft click heralded the close of the channels. No goodbye or good luck, or take care of yourself I want to see you again. Had she been hoping for one? Maybe a little. 

Reynolds: Well, you heard the man. The question is, where do we start? The obvious choices are to physically scout it out ourselves, hack their networks for the information, or find ourselves a source who can give us what we need. ::She paused, tilting her head to the side as she thought.:: Or some combination thereof. 

zh'Tisav/T'Lar: Response 

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Quinn Reynolds

Chief Engineer of the Skarbek

The Maquis

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