[ He doesn't startle, exactly, when Vasquez grabs his hand, when Vasquez pulls him back into the smoking lounge – though he had entirely expected Vasquez to break off like a man burned, to dash off like a man escaping jail time.
No. Right. Vasquez is better trained than that; he's been at this slightly longer than Faraday has, and Vasquez definitely knows the score. He wouldn't do anything to arouse more suspicion.
Vasquez drags him away so quickly that he only gets a moment to smooth back his hair with his free hand, to set his glasses properly on his face.
... his glasses.
... oh fuck, he's been transmitting this entire time.
His face goes beet red.
Only a handful of men glance up at Faraday and Vasquez's entrance, one or two of them snickering knowingly, and Faraday ignores them.
The smoking room is far more subdued, now. Stinking of smoke is the obvious consequence of all those lit cigars, but it also stinks of burnt hair. Alfred, the bastard who Faraday set alight, apparently, looks completely frazzled as he's tended to by what must be an on-cite medic. He sits on a couch surrounded by guests, only some of them trying to put on a guise of sympathy and compassion.
The others around Alfred just seem to find the entire thing hilarious, and Faraday doesn't blame them.
Out of the smoking room, back to Party 2.0, and they should probably try to set themselves to rights and mingle again before they leave. But with the waiter in the back area, there's no telling if he'll discover the two unconscious guards. And even if the waiter doesn't find the men, the men are liable to wake up soon and kick off a chain, alerting the others on staff that something must be amiss. They won't remember Faraday or Vasquez – and the waiter, mortified as he was, probably didn't get a good enough look at them – but they still shouldn't stick around.
More and more backtracking with Vasquez leading the way.
Faraday is still feeling a little queasy about how all that shit shook out – and about the video evidence of it, and about how Vasquez is sure to flay the skin off his bones for the overstep, and about how Vasquez is well within his rights to murder him, ditch the body, and return to the California branch of Statesman with an innocent shrug when they ask him what became of Faraday – that he doesn't seem to notice that Vasquez still has a firm hold on his hand. ]
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No. Right. Vasquez is better trained than that; he's been at this slightly longer than Faraday has, and Vasquez definitely knows the score. He wouldn't do anything to arouse more suspicion.
Vasquez drags him away so quickly that he only gets a moment to smooth back his hair with his free hand, to set his glasses properly on his face.
... his glasses.
... oh fuck, he's been transmitting this entire time.
His face goes beet red.
Only a handful of men glance up at Faraday and Vasquez's entrance, one or two of them snickering knowingly, and Faraday ignores them.
The smoking room is far more subdued, now. Stinking of smoke is the obvious consequence of all those lit cigars, but it also stinks of burnt hair. Alfred, the bastard who Faraday set alight, apparently, looks completely frazzled as he's tended to by what must be an on-cite medic. He sits on a couch surrounded by guests, only some of them trying to put on a guise of sympathy and compassion.
The others around Alfred just seem to find the entire thing hilarious, and Faraday doesn't blame them.
Out of the smoking room, back to Party 2.0, and they should probably try to set themselves to rights and mingle again before they leave. But with the waiter in the back area, there's no telling if he'll discover the two unconscious guards. And even if the waiter doesn't find the men, the men are liable to wake up soon and kick off a chain, alerting the others on staff that something must be amiss. They won't remember Faraday or Vasquez – and the waiter, mortified as he was, probably didn't get a good enough look at them – but they still shouldn't stick around.
More and more backtracking with Vasquez leading the way.
Faraday is still feeling a little queasy about how all that shit shook out – and about the video evidence of it, and about how Vasquez is sure to flay the skin off his bones for the overstep, and about how Vasquez is well within his rights to murder him, ditch the body, and return to the California branch of Statesman with an innocent shrug when they ask him what became of Faraday – that he doesn't seem to notice that Vasquez still has a firm hold on his hand. ]