Communications

[Khamul]

>> I need to take care of things, then head back to San Francisco and take a more active hand.
>> I need you to oversee operations in this county.

[Elektra]

>> Keep doing what you've been doing and the cash will keep flowing.
>> Khamul will be handling day to day things out here.

[Joe]

>> My sister wants you to get a raise, so you'll get it.
>> Otherwise report to Khamul.

» How good are you at finding people?

Text to Khamul
» He killed my father.

Text to Gin
» Drinks. Now.

Had to send someone to do your dirty work? You could have asked nicely.

[Msg to Phil Coulson]

What do you do when you no longer belong?

[Msg to Elektra]

You're a hard woman to love.

Text to Khamul
» I'm going out. Don't wait up.

Text to Gin
» Alright. Let's meet.

>> Stark's Gala. You in?

>> Do you feel that?

>> I'm still finding some of those damned furballs
>> They don't seem to be reproducing anymore.
>> Incinerator?

» Might need your help with someone.
» You up for a challenge?

» Your problem has been taken care of.
» There's a full report for you at the drop location.

» Now that you've got your own job maybe you can start thinking about getting your own place?

I understand my sister contacted you recently. Forgive her, she's a bitch not the best people person out there.

The Fire Nation needs good people. People willing to put their foot down when necessary. I'd like you to reconsider.

[[PM to Khamul]]

You have an interesting history. I'd like to discuss a business proposition with you.



[[PM to Elektra]]

I'd like to talk to you, about some things that are under the table.

Khamul's voice was gruffly amused, and straight to the point, "The FBI is holding me for questioning."