Friday 1.21 The Mission

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Omi wiggled into his mission gear as he juggled the phone he was trying to hold to his ear at the same time. “Senka, I owe you one. I promise to return it just like I found it!”

He tilted his head to hold the phone with his shoulder as he tied his shoe. “No no no… I told you, it’s not anything important. I just… er.. uh.. yeah, you caught me. There is this girl I want to impress. Oh yeah Senka, she is pretty, eyes that would make you just melt.”

Omi gathered the things he needed one-handed. “Look Senka, I really have to go – I will tell you all about it later.”

Omi blushed. “Yeah, I have protection.. geezus Senka. Thanks for loaning me the van and you promised not to tell Manx right? Ok.. yeah yeah I owe you a big one and tell Kyo I owe him one too for having it here in the next 10 minutes. Gotcha, thanks man. Ja na.”

Omi closed his cell phone and rubbed this stomach. He really hated lying but he needed the satellite hookups in that van if tonight’s mission was going to play off without getting a lot of people killed. Calling Manx was not an option, as he didn’t want to get her involved for basically hijacking Kritiker equipment. Sometimes you just had to bat your eyes and go with the flow to get what you wanted. Omi’s thoughts drifted to Ken. Had he done that to Ken? Had he just manipulated his friend to get… no no… Omi shook his head. He loved Ken in his own way it just wasn’t sexual. He had tried it but it hadn’t felt right, no matter how much he had wished it otherwise. He would just have to figure out a way to earn the man’s friendship back and possibly Yohji and Ran's trust again. He had really fucked up. He wouldn't let himself make that mistake again. He wanted to keep his family together more than anything. He would do his best to make amends. Later… if they survived tonight…

He bounced off his bedroom door, his hands full and bounded down the stairs to the basement. He flipped on the lights and started connecting his laptop to the room’s AV equipment when his phone rang. Kyo’s voice over the line told him the van was in the alley behind the shop waiting for him, the keys behind the visor. Omi snapped shut his phone with a satisfied click and logged in. He checked the connections one more time as he waited for his teammates to arrive.

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Yohji flipped through the papers in his file, taking a quick inventory of where the manager’s office lay in relation to the projection booth, and other elements of the theater. If something went wrong, the projection room was most likely going to be the detonation point. And…there were so many ways he could imagine things going wrong. There could be too many henchmen for Ran to take on alone in his injured state. Whatever was on the disk might be too powerful for mere earplugs to block. Ken might… Yohji’s lips tightened and he didn’t allow himself to complete the thought. He was relieved that Omi had assigned Ken to be his backup. He wanted Ken having as little to do with Ran on this mission as possible. That was certainly a sign of how bad things had gotten, considering that Ran probably would need back-up more than any of them. Omi had planned this well. Yohji didn’t feel very happy about his assignment away from the main action, but he’d concede it making the most sense. And he appreciated Omi’s calculated handling of Ken. The kid knew what he was doing.

Yohji looked up from his file. “Don’t be an asshole Ken,” he said frowning.

He’d intended to make some sort of flippant tension-breaking comment flaunting the brilliant inclusion of his finesse for sweet talking…but suddenly all attention was on Ken and the room’s strain seemed elevated beyond a place that could be touched by banter.

“Good thinking, Ommitchi,” was all he said with a serious nod.

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Bombay looked at Siberian incredulously. Paranoid much?

"Siberian, if you would let me finish, then maybe you would understand. As I mentioned before, I have Kritiker's van. It's set up for surveliance. You and I will be observing the other two from the camera links in the van. I need you to keep a close eye on what's going on while I hack through the power company's firewall. If something goes down, you will know where to go and who to assist."

Punching a couple of buttons on his laptop and several different camera angles showed up on the big screen in front of Weiss. "This is the theater in real time. I managed to break through a couple of hours ago."

Bombay scrubbed at the back of his neck, taking in the others shocked faces. Maybe they should have left Ken out of the mission. There was obviously something deeper going on here.

"If you don't trust me Siberian, you don't have to accept the mission. Maybe we should discuss this idea that I am out to kill you. If that were the case, I would have just darted you in the neck hours ago." There... he had put it out there.

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"Oh for fuck's sake," Yohji snapped his folder down and shot Ken an icy look. "Stop making it sound like Omi forced you into anything. You weren't exactly innocent and you could have fucking said no." He gestured to where Omi was sitting, "Yeah, Omi acted like a jerk." He swung his hand around to point at Ken. "But he wants to fix things and you're acting like an even bigger jerk. If you can't put your issues aside for five seconds I don't think you should be accepting this mission."

This...was a train wreck. He rather had to commend how well Omi seemed to be handling it...but there was only so much anyone could do when Ken seemed dead set on imploding and bringing everyone else down with him.

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Ran closed his eyes, making sure his mouth followed suit. Ken was just blowing off steam. He was sick of hoping for the best - but there wasn't going to be any forthcoming reassurance of Ken's reliability, and arguing was going to work at cross-purposes to his goals.

"We know you're a reliable teammate, Ken," he finally said, before someone else could jump in and make things worse again. "We trust each other with our lives."

He opened his eyes again, finding Ken's and holding them.

He willed some reason to surface. Ken had to understand that his logic was flawed - they would have helped Manx cart him off if they didn't trust him still, on some level.

Just have to make sure that's the last mistake we make.