none of them want to fight me

[attitude]

Truth be told, the reason why Faye has been so quiet about her plans to infiltrate Kirin's Horn is simple: she isn't sure whether or not she can emerge unharmed. A part of her looks forward to the challenge, to the thrill of being immersed in risk and danger — and even views it as all the more powerful for the choice it is. This isn't like responding to the fire bees with Red Tail's guns. This isn't like being able to escape when a centipede-shaped spirit slithers through the streets.

This is something that Faye is involving herself in by choice.

But at a certain point, Faye also doesn't want to play the hypocrite. Realizing after the fact that Spike had made his mind up to go deep into the Syndicate and take it down had been nothing short of a knife to the stomach. Faye isn't sure that she wants to share the mission she's taken up with anyone she knows, but she at least wants to give her friends a chance to speak up, or forever hold their peace.

The phone rings a few times before she hears Owen pick up. "I'm in the little Armenian diner across from the Bean Counter. If you want to know what I've been up to lately, show up in the next hour or so, and I might actually tell you," she says, smiling faintly.

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[beat_death]

Owen's not particularly busy; he's been going over weevil data most of the day-- a project that falls by the wayside often, but that he's too stubborn to give up on-- but his eyes are starting to cross. The readings are the same, their physiologies are the same as he remembers from Cardiff, and he's on the verge of popping into the hospital if only so he doesn't have to look at the walls of the Station anymore.

He almost doesn't answer when his mobile rings, but Faye's number on the ID piques his curiosity enough that he does. And what she has to say piques it enough that he turns up at the diner she's mentioned about 45 minutes later, looking for her familiar figure, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, though it's likely too warm to be wearing it the first place.