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Deliver the Goods [Mission!]
[The stopover at Fishermans Horizon takes maybe two minutes, total.]
[One moment, the Garden is slowing to a halt -- the next moment, the dock latches hiss into their closed position, the ramp into town is secured against the second-floor exit, and the SeeDs are being gestured out the door and into action. In the same moments, in a flurry of action, a hatch deploys on the side of the floating citadel and a transport boat steams out to position itself at the ladder just next to the Garden's dock. The Ragnarok swoops gracefully through the air to land in the center of the city, while down in the train station, traffic has come to a brief halt while an engine waits at full steam, quivering with anxiety.]
[No sooner do the teams touch ground than each receives a small package, easily tucking into a medium belt pouch or pocket. No words are wasted; the SeeDs receive only a cursory nod from the waiting townsfolk before they hurry back into work. The hatch shuts, the latches disengage, and Balamb drifts away, picking up speed as it does.]
[One moment, the Garden is slowing to a halt -- the next moment, the dock latches hiss into their closed position, the ramp into town is secured against the second-floor exit, and the SeeDs are being gestured out the door and into action. In the same moments, in a flurry of action, a hatch deploys on the side of the floating citadel and a transport boat steams out to position itself at the ladder just next to the Garden's dock. The Ragnarok swoops gracefully through the air to land in the center of the city, while down in the train station, traffic has come to a brief halt while an engine waits at full steam, quivering with anxiety.]
[No sooner do the teams touch ground than each receives a small package, easily tucking into a medium belt pouch or pocket. No words are wasted; the SeeDs receive only a cursory nod from the waiting townsfolk before they hurry back into work. The hatch shuts, the latches disengage, and Balamb drifts away, picking up speed as it does.]
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I am sure each team will do their best and I intend to make our side a success whether anything happens or not.
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The package is safe and in one piece?
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Sir. Ma'am. I apologize for the request, but I am required to verify the integrity of the package on departure. Please allow me to do so.
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Nah dude, I get it. You're just trying to do your job, can't blame you for that. That's what we're all here for, to do our jobs, ya know? So don't take this the wrong way, but I'm required to ask who gave you those orders. You know, to make sure everything's kosher and what not. Ugh, Bureaucracy, right?
[He sort of waves his left hand around as if he was just talking animatedly with it, but it was mainly to distract the engineer from noticing he was reaching for his gun with his right.]
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She nodded in agreement with her partner and even in her relaxed state she was at the ready. A hone warrior through and through, ready to jump at the first sign of alert. But it could also simply be an absentminded engineer right? He should have known the integrity of the package when they first brought it in and put it in the assigned safe spot no?]
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[His arms snap out from behind his back, and much the way Chase had intended to, he levels a gun at the girl.]
I think that's none of your concern. The package! Hand it over!