Tarin Perian frowns as she starts to scroll through the numbers. This...looks really strange. She starts mapping them, listing them to probable locations.... ** Tarin Perian: **private com to Coage & Netizen** Simon Netizen: *C* What's up? Tarin Perian: Um...I got a match on that print. 98% probability. Jonathon Coage: *C* Who? Simon Netizen: ((Simon remains silent)) Tarin Perian: And..um...most of these calls....are off-island. And the timing is...strange. I'm still mapping that. " Yeah, she's wary about saying who it is. Jonathon Coage: Tarin *who* matches it? Simon Netizen: Wait...what calls? Tarin Perian offers quietly, voice muffled. "Roma, Dad..." Simon Netizen's slow exhale is heard through the comms Jonathon Coage mutters "AH fuck. Simon, Roma left her phone out last night. I picked it up and checked the call log to see whose it was and found all sorts of weird calls. This clinches it. FUCK." Tarin Perian: "An hour before...and an hour after the shooting...relays. Disposables, probably, but bounced all over hell and creation...off island. Every single one..." Simon Netizen replies quietly. "I'll tell Parx." Jonathon Coage: "Simon...she's in there with Tarin..." Tarin Perian: "Dad...I'm armed." Tarin Perian: "And she's upstairs. I'm not worried." Simon Netizen: "If she doesn't know YOU know anything she'll be cool." Tarin Perian: "Exactly." She pauses. 'Okay..going..she's incoming..." *click* ** :: [Blackstar] Roaman Enzo: People watch the apartments that would be a good place for a big boom :: [Blackstar] Johnathon Parx: This is parx, Taking myself and Simon into the Park, Figured a moonlight stroll and a lovely walk through the park tonight'll help. Tarin Perian mutters. "Want pictures.." :: [Blackstar] CaptainJenna Gravois: Better let those Rangers know you're on their turf or they'll have puppies. :: [Blackstar] Simon Netizen: North half of the park is clear. Found a bunch of other interestin' shit though. :: [Blackstar] Roaman Enzo: like what :: [Blackstar] CaptainJenna Gravois: sighed into her ear bud, "Anything yet guys? Times runnin' short here. :: [Blackstar] Johnathon Parx: Pauses and swears loudly, three different languages, German, Dutch and French rattled off, "Mein Gott verdammen, verdomme fils de pute!! Foudn the third bomb - it's in a fountain here at the Park. Roma Paule wanders downstairs, looking for Tarin. She spots her in the control room and takes a steadying breath. She raps on the glass with her knuckles before sticking her head in. "Hiya...sorta...bored. Anythin' I can help ya with?" Tarin Perian sits at the coms and glances up, the cup near her almost empty. She looks a little jittery and gives Roma a forced smile. "Heya. Bout time for more coffee?" Roma Paule shrugs. "I'm good...don't drink it much." She looks around, pretending not to care mucha bout the screens. "Wow, this is some room..." Tarin Perian slaps the control panel and closes down the side screen on the fingerprint match, but not probably before the flashing 98% Match was seen. "Yeah..and so far, only a couple of us know how to make it dance. Guess I'm lucky I don't have to crawl through the sewers tonight." Roma Paule giggles and continues to wander the room. The flashing number had caught her eye, but she isn't reacting to it. She stops just behind Tarin, and leans over her shoulder a little, as if suddenly curious about her screen. "Whacha been doin?" Tarin Perian types a few things and sets the screen scrolling again. "Oh, trying to match data streams. The stuff on the left is relay towers, the stuff on the right is the grid map. Maybe a way to block the electronic signal if the bomb is found." Roma Paule blinks a few times, and while in truth she understands exactly what's going on, she keeps up the ditzy facade. "Wow, I think my head'd just explode if I had to look at that all day." Tarin Perian chuckles and shakes her head. "Naw. It's like a video game. You type this here...." she types a few words "...and send it here..." and she types over to the other side. "And it shows up on that screen over there.." she frowns. "Or it should..." *** Tarin Perian: **ic message** She's over my shoulder. I hid the data proof in the..../message cut off and sent abruptly. Johnathon Parx was eerily calm. Letting a cold, slow mounting fury start to raise. He'd shift and start moving the blue wire. "Moving the Blue wire." He'd flick hsi head back as if trying to shoo off a fly, linking up to the data, He'd caught a message and he was decoding it, he wanted to know what the fuck Tarin had meant in her message. *** :: [Blackstar] Simon Netizen: Support staff return to the bunker, immediately please. Roma Paule leans in even further, and brings h

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