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" Well, ******** you too. I was just looking for an easier way to move this thing and I don't feel like paying for fuel for the truck so it looks like it's time to put theses cybernetics to work." Mark said, still disguising his voice as he hopped off the bike and began to drag it to the edge of the truck. He would have to put his exoskeleton and muscle replacements to good use in the long run, he had however though of calling on his Centaur but that would blow his cover so he'd pull that one later. Also it'd be easier to have help so he decided to choose an assistant.

" And you, guy who spent all that god damn time with the bike, I need you assistance so get your a** over here. You will help me deliver this thing." He said as he began to move the bike off the truck. " And if you try anything, you might have to get yourself a cybernetic limb or two if you catch my drift."

~Leadstorm thought for a moment, then looked back at Joe. "Take the girl and split, I'll go with macho over there..." He then turned to Mark. Once they're gone, I'll help you get the bike where it needs to go, if you don't mind riding b***h" He hopped back into the trailer, moving towards Mark and the bike~

Eseen glanced back and forth between Joe and Mark, unsure of what was transpiring and completely lost on how to react to said situation. Once Joe finally adressed her, her attention span quit swinging around and focused on the guy. She'd never been one to make the big decisions and while she could pull off heists, distractions and elaborate burglary, she hadn't been employed by anyone into anything remotely resembling this situation.

"Sure..." She replied in response to Joe's question of whether she wanted to take the bike off his hands. The lot of them were insane, wanting to send out a state of the art piece of equipment back to some place to act as a bomb, just to piss them off. As a thief, she understood pissing off powerful people never worked out well, especially when your motivation was just that.

Mark, however didn't seem to quite understand this concept. While she herself physically stood no chance against him, her employer might. That of course held no real baring in the real world either. The girl knew Joe held far more back than most people could imagine. Something to do with the multiple lies showing the general outline of the vague truth. That didn't look so friendly.

"Jesus-s**t!" She screamed out in reaction to Mark's shot, lurching down as a reflex to close proximity and unexpected gunfire. "Do you want somebody to shoot back!?"

~Leadstorm ignored the shot, the exchanges of words, and everything else and hopped on to the bike. His hands touched the handlebars, making contact with the chiplinks, and Vinnie fired up. Start the engine he told vinnie, and with a roar, the bike came to life. He then looked over at Mark as he revved the engine. "You Comin' or not?"~

For a moment, he thought he would be able to simply walk away from this mess with the information he'd gained about the AI's program. The moment passed as Mark decided to ignore Leadstorm, instead, taking an unhealthy interest in Joe.

He swallowed hard as he found the dagger against his throat, but kept his thoughts of hatred towards Mark to himself as the man stated the blatantly obvious. He didn't have to be told that Mark hadn't been aiming at him, nor that he shouldn't talk back given his position, something he'd never learn, nor did he need to be told that Mark had the physical advantage in this situation. He'd known all of that before Mark had decided to blurt it out.

At the statement that Eseen wasn't a hacker, he couldn't help but voice his thoughts.

"It didn't occur to you that I simply gave her remote access to the bike then put on a decent show for the other guy of hacking Vinnie myself, did it?"

Whilst he was capable of such a thing, either creating the remote access or hacking via it, he knew Eseen wasn't a hacker and his statement was more a sign of frustration at the situation and an accidental insight to how his mind worked than explaining the truth or insulting Mark.

"Yeah, I know, shut up and do what you want me to do.. by the way, I don't handle pain well"

He admitted as he watched Mark switch weapons warily. For all his arrogance, he still had a healthy amount of self preservation and knew that if he pushed his luck any further, he might not end up dead but ending up in a lot of pain wasn't his idea of fun either.

Rather than complying with the request to move though, he looked Mark straight in the face, then glanced towards where the dagger was, still against his throat, before looking back at Mark and raising an eyebrow. He knew how sharp vibroblades were and had no intentions of moving whilst one was pointed at his throat. At the same time, he also showed that he was capable of not voicing his thoughts, a gesture to indicate that he understood the position he was in and would comply with Mark's wishes.

Eseen watched the confrontation between the pair noting at least one threat was out of the way. Her attention then focused back on the bike, which had now become occupied by Leadstorm, something of which she had not anticipated, but took in stride anyway. She made her way over to the bike, flinching slightly at the sudden firing of weapons from it, opening her mouth to speak quietly to the man before being interrupted by his speech.

"Fine." She reached up to his shoulder and propped herself over the back. Riding shotgun was something she was never too fond of, but she wasn't going to waste time arguing when trying to distract someone referring to the trio as 'meat puppets'. "Hurry up and get out of here!"

((The way it is, I could have easily drove off while the two of you were arguing, and besides, you don't even know where the rendezvu point you need to get to to get paid is, until you call your employer... Things aren't working out your way, Roll with the way the story's going. or rather, rollplay with it.))

~Leadstorm looked at Mark with a sense of disbelief in his eyes. "How about you and Joe go in his car, and we'll follow you with the bike. It doesn't so much as move without me, so I'm here for the long haul."~