"Do you like snow?" Martin asks. "If you do, you might like where we're going." He has no idea if the part of Siberia they're going to will have snow, doesn't even know what time of year it is.
"Getting transport off continent," Martin says. He spins a pen through his fingers, and thinks about how the weight is different. "We've got some money now, so it shouldn't be too hard."
I am one of those people who will always have a knee-jerk 'no!' reaction to anything anywhere changing, because my soul is a dinosaur and doesn't like layout changes (except MS Word, but the last version I had was 2007's...), but I could probably get used to this. I'll probably always like the logo I joined with the most, though.
I'm liking the Coppermind one. The warm tones look really good.
In the other room, Martin begins going through, checking for entry and exit points. There's space between the top of the closet and the ceiling. That could be useful.
"One of Mica's contacts. He and I shared a lot of that information, but I've never worked with the one I think is in the area." He grimaces. "Unfortunately, we have met. She doesn't like me. She wouldn't sell us out, but I'd still rather not use that avenue unless we have to."
Martin uses a window ledge to drop into the alley safely, ankles protesting. This is much easier with the braces in his mission gear. "Three of them are taken care of," he tells Ayia.
Martin hesitates, looking out of the alley. Too much of a crowd. The buildings here are all one story, and that makes the choice for him.
He scales the wall, palms protesting the rough concrete, and starts running towards the next alley.
Martin knees the other man, using that reaction to his advantage to knock him into the wall. Not knocked out, but definitely not going to move any time soon. "Don't try that on us," he says quietly, before getting to his feet.
Tvora? No. That's... well, the third guy's down.