MoM IC Contact: TAKE TWO

[khajidont]

Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...

"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."

[If you want to find his previous inbox - it hit captcha! - please go HERE.]

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[rassera]

[Was that the sound of someone taking off...or did he just imagine that...

He doesn't know, and he'll ask questions on that later if he remembers. Right now, Finding Tetsuo's his only prerogative, and he just has to rendezvous and track him down. It's not long until he turns at his name, brows raised at just how fast Jaime had made it there--then again. Porters.

That's what it had to be...right?]

Oi.

Maya's got Heropa, and looks like Maurita Falls and De Chima are both too North for him to be. Think if we split up we can triangulate something or....something?

[He's thinking so articulately.]

[khajidont]

No -- no, like I said, I don't need any of that. You said you have his communicator, right? Can you go get it and let me see it for a second? I can probably use that to track him down -- or if I can't, then there's gotta be something else around here I can use.

[He stares at Kaneda expectantly, clearly waiting for him to just go and do it without asking any questions. If Kaneda has questions, he can answer them, certainly, but they have more important things to take care of right now, especially if Kaneda's hunch is right.]

[rassera]

[Kaneda's brow raises, not really sure how Jaime's going to track a man with a comm that isn't on the man himself.

It's not like Tetsuo's a cell phone--no matter how much his forehead could pass as an iPad.

Still, he complies, snapping his fingers to pull out his bike and root around in the glove compartment until he stumbles upon it, pulling it out.]

One comm. Freshly used.

[khajidont]

[Jaime doesn't turn on the comm. He doesn't even seem to look at it. Instead, he just rolls the comm around in his hands, fingers seeking out the little cranny where the two panels of the comm meet each other, and runs his thumb against it.

There. Skin flakes. DNA. And that's all he needs, really, as he closes his eyes and Khaji rattles a few stats off in his head, being as precise as possible.]

Got it. [He opens his eyes again.] I know where he is. Now we just gotta go find him.