"How suspicious are window coverings in this particular area? It won't protect against much but it'll at least obscure lines of sight and make it more difficult to figure out anything we're doing or our routines." Zethina offered in question towards Sparrow, engaging the man who was ostensibly their local point of contact. The less information they gave away via incidental bleed or the like... The more securely they could operate. She was not eager, after all, to fall prey to what a tech priest might dub a data leak... again.

"Thassokay. Nobody likes if people look inside their hole."
He smiled and maybe even ... winked at Zethina?

Morrison just chuckled awkwardly at the way Sparrow said that moving more gear to where it needed to be "Is there a relatively decent sized room with a drain in the floor? I'm going to need that not only for surgeries but for anyone we might need to get to know better." He said as he looked at the informant still wary of him but knowing that when it came to it he would probably be using his tools to pull information out of someone as he took them apart probably more often then when he put someone together.

Zethina had been witnessed to horrors in her time but there was still a distinct discomfort that curled down her spine like cold dread as she shifted her attention quickly to Morrison as he spoke. It was a valid question. She had to wonder as well if there was something that could be repurposed to a holding cell but she also did not wish to risk the notion of captives for longer than necessary. Her grip tightened ever so slightly then at the handle of her las carbine held at ease but ready to be swung up at a moment's notice.

"We'll need restraints at the least for that as well... How near are local markets and vendors?" Zethina added as a dove tail to Morrison's questions.

"Yea I mean" Sparrow started "you can like set up your little torture chamber in the dismantled cargo12. That can muffle out sounds I guess."
He shrugged then answered Zethina's question.
"This da hive, sista. Vendors are everywhere you look, and they can be the safer ones to be honest. There is a bigger market around quarter hour drive to the west where you could buy shit. his eyes suddenly flared up with interest "So did Big L send some dough? I'd need some to get some stuff.
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"No more than what we brought with ourselves. Which in my own instance is regrettably little." Zethina offered quietly with a tone that did not invite further questions as to just why that was when once considered her clear background as an Arbite Trooper. Her attention turned away from the man then towards their surroundings once more to see as to what might be done. The lack of details and access to resources chaffing just beneath the surface but her trust in the judgement of her betters and the Emperor above them restraining any comment that she might give.

"And the guard doesn't get paid very well" Morrgian says to no one in particular as she stands there "So do we get rack time first or start making updates or look about?" She asks to the others this time.

A helmeted man walked in through the gate (anybody got perimeter alarms set up?) and up to the main door, where he knocked firmly with an armored gauntlet.

Morrison was about to speak when he heard the knock "You expecting guests that knock?" He asked there contact as he reached behind his back and pulled the axe from it's sheath.

Zethina felt cold alarm course through her system at the knock. Operational compromise this early was a death sentence if such was what it was. As Morrison grabbed his axe, she moved for the weapon most familiar to her hand; a shotgun. The weapon was primed, clean, and ready the instant she drew it from her rucksack. It wasn't the shiny hardware of an on duty arbitrator but it was a tried and true weapon, made all the more so as she chambered shells with that air of someone well practiced and well drilled. All ready and said, she offered nothing more than a nod to Morrison as she moved to cover the door.

"The only other person who knows about this place is one of big L's scientist guys who does some metricitists or s'thing for the old guy. If he's wearing an old void suit he should be it. Just don't shoot anyone yet. Please? I'd have to pay a shit ton of money to the Magistratum so they look the other way."
Sparrow's voice is not really concerned.

Jaxom waited impatiently for someone to actually answer the door.

"Good then go answer and see who it is for us, because most of our responses will cost you money." He said as he made a very simple hand gesture to watch the door to the other two, if Sparrow was on the up and up about who it could be then he wouldn't be against opening the door in Morrison's eyes. If this wasn't a trap there was another mark in Sparrows favor, if it was a trap he had taken part in setting then Sparrow could best serve them as the first soak for bullets.

Unless anyone tried to stop him, Sparrow slowly and cautiously -so the ex Guardsmen would not shoot him in the back- walked down the stairs and went up to the door and slowly opened it. Seeing the man in void suit outside he motioned him inside.
-Ey Jaxy my man c'mon in. Don't shit your pants there are other people of big L's team inside. They might be a bit trigger happy.

I realize everyone's busy and all so the guardsmen can post what they want before Jaxom enters or Sparrow even goes down the stairs. I only posted this so soon to get the story moving and because I had time.

Morrigan unholstered the Scalptaker but keeps it low and moves to any available cover as their handler answered the door. Hopefully whoever it was, since it seemed Sparrow knew them, brought a few extra thrones so they could properly operate.

"Were not trigger happy, if we were this conversation wouldn't be happening." He said as he heard Sparrow talking to the person he said worked for the inquisitor "Were just cautious is all, especially with what happened to the other group we are all just a bit on edge." He said as he put his axe away having to be honest that the thought that the other team was taken out had him overly cautious but what was a man to do.

"'Sup Sparrow. Yeah, it is them that I am loking for. got word for them." Jax stepped inside, closing the door, and exchanged codes with Sparrow.
"Excuse me, can you direct me to the Bronzenbranzen Market?"
"Sorry, market is closed on Emperor's Day."
Satisfied that neither if them had been replaced by shape-shifting xenos since the last time that they talked, Jax made the hand gesture that replaced a nod when in armor towards the cell. "So who is the cell leader?"

"No decision yet on that front." Zethina offered cautiously and with a studious ignoring of Sparrow's jabs at what seemed sane and reasonable precautions, her finger easing away from the trigger well of the shotgun and angling the barrel down and clear of the door. As much an invitation to address the whole of them as they might get in the instant. Her jaw remaining set grimly and solidly as if expecting to be struck at any moment now.

"Hmm. New cell?" Jaxom looked around, the expressions on their faces answering his question for him. "Well in that case, a word to the wise. Some Inquisitors like to do little tests. Learning experiences they call them. Send a new cell out without a leader, see if anyone steps up. Do not remind them to petition for operational funds or special equipment or transport or even ammo issue. Of course since they do not want to see heretics get away because they were too far away for the cell to walk, those same Inquisitors often second a more experienced Acolyte to the cell to fill in the gaps so to speak. I am seconded to you to do a retrospective on your crash site, but let me ask you if you have done those things?"
He looked round the faces.

Morison looked confused once the newcomer was finished "So the Inquisitor sent you to look at our crash site?" He asked as he looked at the other two he was with "We didn't crash." Was all he said as he sounded a bit more cautious as he looked at Sparrow "You better tell me he just has his information mixed up or I am about to let little Miss Trigger Happy here do what she has been wanting for awhile." He said as he motioned to Morrigan.

With Morrison mentioning her and indicating their belief of in her willingness to kill anyone decided to play along and moves to be in clear view and aimed the revolver at new arrival.

In reply to Morrison (msg # 66):

"You will be the mucle then. Oh well, every cell needs muscle. No, not your crash site as in you crashed there, but rather your crash site as in you are taked with investigating it. You see the difference? Think on it, it may come to you."

He looked around at the others. "So, while Muscle racks his brain cell, would anyone else care to discuss Petition?"

Zethina raised a hand to rub gently at the bridge of her nose. Their ways were just and righteous and it was not her place to question operational protocol. She had been found innocent by their methods even if she was still guilty of the sin of failure in her given duty. Her composure recovered swiftly enough as she steeled herself and re-engaged the safeties on her shotgun, the weapon stowing away cleanly into a holster within her flak jacket.

"At least for the moment requisition beyond the resources at hand are probably not necessary. At the worst, we can make this place in anonymity and rotate bases periodically so as not to fall prey, ideally, to the same incident we've been dispatched to look into. Unless, of course, someone has something in mind for the instant?" Zethina offered with a glance towards her peers before looking back to the more senior acolyte. Her mind seeming to gauge just what to and not to disclose of her personal thinking.

"For the time being, our initial thoughts were about securing the present place where we rest our heads. From there, some review of the crash site in question to determine what, if anything, the wreckage can tell us about the means beyond what the briefing already disclosed. A Verispex would have been exceptional but we have to rely on our own means given that there isn't anyone above suspicion in the moment. In either case, failing a useful lead therein, it falls then to interrogating any witnesses that might be present. Potentially compromising but sufficient to give a lead so long as we can get a description of one person or another... Hives tend to have extensive monitoring systems as well depending on their relative scales of sophistication... Access to those would be difficult, however, as well as fallible." Zethina offered quietly, choosing the leap of faith and giving some thought to the means by which to investigate. She was still used to the aegis of her authority, however, and making adjustments towards more underhanded methods felt detestable despite her blind faith in the Ordos.

"Shit Jaxy, I cee you still have your balls of steel, brother."
Sparrow clapped his hands in the silence that followed.
"Barging in without your paper showing, like Robot Gillman himself and bringing the wrath of the Emprah on your fellow coolytes. Always an awesome way to start a party you animal you.