[ He's a curious fellow, isn't he? She asked a great deal of questions when she first arrived, too, undeterred by the haze of drugs or the nausea of the situation she'd been thrown into (a frantic rave in the caverns of the city, pulsing music and writhing bodies, decidedly not her idea of a good time). He's more direct than she was β then again, it might depend on who was asked. (She half-seduced one older member of the displaced and half-throttled another against a wall.)
But she can see what he's doing, digging into the heart and pulse of New Amsterdam and its place in the greater world. She'd looked into inter-city travel within hours of arriving at the safehouse. She'd cultivated her backstory to place her right in local government. It's good to meet someone keen on dissecting the place in the same manner, to decide on the best plan of attack rather than being overwhelmed by the situation. A man looking to regain control of it, rather.
Very good. ]
The UNA are the monsters under the bed. The unspoken consequence for those who step out of line, I wager. It's not a revolutionary tactic by any means but it is effective. A month ago, [ that same event she referenced as being caught in their crosshairs, ] they carried out arrests on suspected Morningstar agents and killed or drugged the families found with them. We rescued who we could and they were evacuated not long after. [ Peggy studies him a beat. ] No one in local government or law enforcement challenged the order. The press never addressed it. People didn't even speculate about what happened to their colleagues, neighbours, and friends who disappeared in the middle of the night.
Make of that what you will.
[ It's too much like the war. She took the job of a woman who vanished from City Hall; her absence helped get her into an important place, but at what cost? She wasn't one of the rescued operatives, either. Which means the UNA has her, amongst others.
There's a pause as she activates her implant and searches for the information on the colonies, navigating the neural interface with a series of blinks and flicks of her eyes; after a moment, she adds, almost an afterthought: ]
As for the colonies, there's one on the moon and four more in the orbit of other planets in this solar system. They're mostly at capacity but there are still transports being sent to UNC6 and all are investigating terraforming possibilities. [ She closes out the window and refocuses on Cassian, brows raised. With just a hint of dryness, ] Is there anything else I can add to the dossier you're building on this world?
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But she can see what he's doing, digging into the heart and pulse of New Amsterdam and its place in the greater world. She'd looked into inter-city travel within hours of arriving at the safehouse. She'd cultivated her backstory to place her right in local government. It's good to meet someone keen on dissecting the place in the same manner, to decide on the best plan of attack rather than being overwhelmed by the situation. A man looking to regain control of it, rather.
Very good. ]
The UNA are the monsters under the bed. The unspoken consequence for those who step out of line, I wager. It's not a revolutionary tactic by any means but it is effective. A month ago, [ that same event she referenced as being caught in their crosshairs, ] they carried out arrests on suspected Morningstar agents and killed or drugged the families found with them. We rescued who we could and they were evacuated not long after. [ Peggy studies him a beat. ] No one in local government or law enforcement challenged the order. The press never addressed it. People didn't even speculate about what happened to their colleagues, neighbours, and friends who disappeared in the middle of the night.
Make of that what you will.
[ It's too much like the war. She took the job of a woman who vanished from City Hall; her absence helped get her into an important place, but at what cost? She wasn't one of the rescued operatives, either. Which means the UNA has her, amongst others.
There's a pause as she activates her implant and searches for the information on the colonies, navigating the neural interface with a series of blinks and flicks of her eyes; after a moment, she adds, almost an afterthought: ]
As for the colonies, there's one on the moon and four more in the orbit of other planets in this solar system. They're mostly at capacity but there are still transports being sent to UNC6 and all are investigating terraforming possibilities. [ She closes out the window and refocuses on Cassian, brows raised. With just a hint of dryness, ] Is there anything else I can add to the dossier you're building on this world?