you know the first rule of combat?

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.