Re: Rictor & Shatterstar
"Hey, what fun is a mission if it all goes according to plan?" Ric offered with a small grin. An attempt at lightning the mood, somehow he knew it would not help before it was even out of his mouth. Oh well, he was trying and he had not been the one to screw up, so maybe Star would not sneer at him. Maybe.
"Good call," Ric nodded in response to the override announcement. "Don't wanna risk someone managing to contain one of the charges before they go off." That would quickly undo all the work in this mission, and that just did not seem fun. Rictor was attempting to blow his bangs out of his face as he fought a drawer out of the filing cabinet when Star shouted his newest idea. Ric blinked, brought his palm to his forehead and dropped his head back for a moment in a sigh. Duh, why had he not thought of that?
"Right," he nodded and dialed to another frequency on his communicator. "This is Rictor, we've encountered some trouble. The author-i-ti is on it's way and we could use a few more minutes. Any chance you guys could scramble the location code for the alarm?" His memory was, fortunately, good enough to have remembered the ID code for this location, and he rattled it off to those on the other end of the intercom. "The alarm was just triggered, it's probably not even left dispatch y--Madre de Dios --No, I'm fine, caught my damn finger in a drawer--just scramble the damn alarms, yeah? Thanks." Ric gruffed out that last bit as he wagged his injured finer hand in the air, trying to wave the pain away. This was just not his day.