week five, monday

[jettisons]

[Bellamy spends most of the weekend mulling over whether or not he should even bother meeting with Hal and Pal on Monday. He doesn't trust them, and he doesn't trust a word that comes out of their mouths, but it's Raven on the line. Realistically, he doesn't expect a solid answer, but the last trial was proof enough that they can at least be useful, as much as he loathes to admit it.]

I'm here. What's the deal?

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[jettisons]

And you're not going to tell me which is which, are you?

[chiefexe]

Nah.

That's on you to figure out. [ :)! ]

[jettisons]

[He just scowls.]

Fine. I need your permission to kill her, right? Do I have it or not?

[chiefexe]

Yeah, you need that. And yeah, you got it. Thursday night, the usual. Need anythin' for it?

[jettisons]

If I ask you for something, is it going to explode on me?

[chiefexe]

Nope. Not for stuff like this.

[ Shrug! ]

Course, that's on you if you believe it or not.

[jettisons]

Fine. Give me a pistol. I don't care what kind, as long as it works and it doesn't kill me.

[chiefexe]

[ An easy nod, and he'll pass over a pistol from... somewhere?? Don't question it. ]

Here ya go. Don't get caught with it. Or do. It won't matter at some point.