=CO= FBI Trailer - Lost Waters - Colorado
As morning stretches out into the afternoon, activity on the ranch simmers down from the cool morning rush of business. Noon stands at the threshold of a promise of a lazier few hours, once the busy work of eating lunch is over. Seated in the FBI trailer, Bahir picks at yet another really unexciting sandwich of white bread, chipped processed turkey loaf, and processed cheese food. There aren't even any wilted vegetables to liven it up.

Nervous energy has nowhere to be fueled into, so Kitty uses it to visit the trailer and get her head poked at for the day. She knocks lightly on the door before slipping into the trailer and calling out "Hey, anyone in here?" as she hovers in the doorway. Then she picks up the figure of Bahir and crosses the trailer to flop down in a chair a few feet away from him.

"Yeah," Bahir mutters around a mouthful of 'meat' and 'cheese'. He wiggles a few hands at Kitty from around his handful of bread and sets the sandwich to the side, dusting crumbs from his fingertips. He picks up a bottle of POWERTHIRST and takes a sip as he gives Kitty a questioning look. What's up?

"We're still doing the daily checks, right?" Kitty asks dryly at that look. Obviously that's why she's here. She's not trying to avoid all kinds of people that would make her uncomfortable. And the list isn't growing daily or anything. "Haven't had it done yet." There's a frustrated sigh and a shrug as she tries to clear her brain for him to poke into.

Bahir tips his head, a silent 'of course'. Setting down his drink, he folds his arms loosely over his midsection and then lifts his hand at the wrist to twirl a finger. "Think happy thoughts, and I'll try to be quick about it," he says lazily. Telepathic shields, already low, drop the rest of the way. He takes a mental step forward, attention on Kitty, to take a quick run through her head.

There are not that many happy thoughts. Mostly it's tension and frustration (some of it sexual). There's a whisper of thoughts about /someone/, but they've been repressed for the poking. Nothing really stands out as wrong, though, except for the fact that if Bahir took the time, her brain is easier to read than most.

Bahir's skim is quick: he hunts changes, and marks those changes to make sure that they aren't artificially imposed, and if so, that they don't have sticky black fingerprints all over them. This necessarily means he turns over her tensions and frustrations, learning more than he ever wanted to, surely, and roots out that buried whisper, just to make sure it isn't an evil whisper. Since Kitty hasn't, after all, been taken over by any evil ghosts, he leans back once her privacy has been thoroughly invaded for the greater good and says, "Yeah, you're clear."

She'd feel so much better if she knew it was for the greater good, or something. When he gives the clear, she doesn't get up right away but flashes a small smile towards Bahir. "Hey, you ever get that flash drive that I gave Remy?" she finally asks, peering at the computer equipment for a moment.

"Not I," Bahir says, following the path of her gaze to look around at the mess in the trailer. "Does he still have it, or did he pass it on? What's the deal with the flash drive?"

"Grabbed it from Jeff's room," Kitty informs him before shrugging. "Don't know what could be on it. It might just be a bunch of poetry, for all I know. I'll ask him next time I see him if he ever got to passing it on or if it got forgotten in a pocket of some jeans." She picks at the chair cushion she's on, still not getting up to go outside.

Bahir's eyebrows arch. "/That/ sounds interesting," he says, and then leans over to start flipping up papers and check for flash drives, or else a note about one. "Sure as fuck hope it didn't get lost. Remy probably has it. One of you should come by and take a crack at it, when you get a chance."

"Don't jinx it," Kitty quips lightly with a sharp rap again so faux wood. Her gaze goes back to the computers as she asks helpfully, "What are you guys focused on right now? I could probably do some of it."

"Natalie and I were looking over the maps and schematics last night, but I was double-checking this morning on the tranquilizers we brought, to see which one would be best to use to bring Jeff or Sid down immediately," Bahir says, pointing over his shoulder at the laptop closed on his desk. "Nothing's going to really knock him out right away, but I was checking to see if there have been any studies I missed of the effects of tranquilizers on mutational control. I still think even if he isn't out, he'll still be out of commission."

Kitty shakes her curls with a scowl at Bahir's words. "Thinking isn't good enough if we're going to take him down. We need to be sure of how long he'll have awake and full use of his compulsions." She pulls the closed laptop into her seat, opening it with a glance at Bahir for permission.

Bahir gestures with obnoxious indulgence for Kitty to go ahead and open it. "That," he says, regarding her scowl with a twitch at his lips, "is why I was working on it. I don't suppose you'd like to be subject of an experiment?" He smiles then, brightly.

"I already have been," Kitty snaps back with narrowed eyes at the obnoxiousness. She waits for the computer to wake up and gives Bahir a good imitation of a cold shoulder as she starts to search for information, going to download a program from her computer back at Old Home. HOPE THIS ISN'T HIS PERSONAL LAPTOP.

IT ISN'T, ACTUALLY, BUT HE WAS CLEARLY IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING. LIKE RESEARCHING TRANQUILIZERS. "What the fuck crawled up your vagina and died?" Bahir rolls his eyes at Kitty, sitting back with his arms loosely folded. "I don't care if you have a problem with me, particularly, but I do care about being able to work together."

OH WELL. SHE JUST MINIMIZED THAT. "Nothing did, Bahir," Kitty snaps back with a pointed look at him. "And if you don't care if I have a problem with you, why are you asking? I'm sitting here. Working with you." There's a mumble about him being an obnoxious prick. It'd be doubtful he can hear it outloud but he's a CHEATING CHEATER and can read thoughts.

He's a cheating cheater who can read thoughts, who also has his shields at a bare minimum so that if one of the bad guys skips into town, he can sound an alarm. But he's well-behaved. Telepathically speaking. THUS, he does no more than arch an eyebrow. "No, you aren't, really. And you had the same fucking issue when we were talking with Remy. You can have a problem all you want, but I do expect you to work with me, not grudgingly ignore me as you nobly struggle to keep from yelling."

"Maybe you should try actually being /pleasant/ then, and I'd stop ignoring you," Kitty points out with a quirked brow. She adds wryly, "We have enough annoying personalities around here that I've learned to work with them, even if you think it's grudging."

Expression excessively dry, Bahir watches that quirk and the following wry twist of her voice with a bland expression. "The past couple of times we've interacted, you're usually the first to snap, you know. I get that you've been here longer, and that it's a stressful situation, so I /am/ making certain allowances -- but." He drags his nails back through his hair, shaking it loose and then pushing it back into place. "You're going to have to work with people who are both more unpleasant and weirder than me, if you haven't already. When you're leading a group, you have to be especially careful in your interactions with people -- which /you/ haven't been."

Kitty takes the advice fairly well, except for the narrowing of eyes at the phrasing. "You're right," she admits finally with an apologetic glance at Bahir. "I'm not used to this amount of responsibility on me. I usually work well on a team, but.." She shrugs, expression filled with frustration as she slams a few keys on the laptop. "I owe you an apology. It won't happen again."

Bahir watches that key slam with a wince. "Careful with that, please." He looks up at Kitty, the blandness fading into a more thoughtful expression. "Look, the middle of a high-stress mission like this? It's not a time to really get to know what people are usually like. I'm reserving judgment, okay? When we get out of here and are between missions back on base, we can try again. Until then, if /I/ can keep a leash on my tongue, well...." So can she, presumably.

"As I said, I'm sorry. It's easy to get on the defensive around here about little things like the tone people take with you, especially when we've been here for weeks and the other guests are pretty much attacking us for our decisions," Kitty explains as she stares at the laptop. She takes a moment to start another download going before adding, "I'll reserve judgement, too."

Bahir flaps his hand. "I'm sure I've probably snapped at you once or twice." Or thrice. Or ... quarce. "So, you know -- oops." It's like an apology, only not. He picks up his sandwich again, watching Kitty's work on the screen. "What are you doing, anyway?" he asks between bites.

"Downloading some of my search programs," Kitty informs him with a twitch of a smile. "They'll go through the internet and look for anything matching what I want it to return. The second program is going to help it get into secured databases like those of research facilities." She turns the laptop so he can see the screen before placing it back to watch the percentage slowly go up.

"To what purpose?" Bahir peels apart and sticks back together his sandwich, again and again, as if doing so is somehow going to make it more tasty.

Kitty nibbles on her lower lips as she prods at the percent bar with the mouse. "If anyone's done the research, we won't have to do our own experiment. I figure there's enough people who'd already have thought about experimenting the affects of tranqs and mutants." She pauses with a soft frown playing at her features. "And most of them would be private interests, and not the government."

"I was using the X-Factor databases and programs for that." Bahir shifts, leaning sideways in his chair. "They are actually pretty good. I also left a few messages and emails with a few colleagues of mine. This is what I do: I have a PhD in biochemistry with a particular focus on mutational studies. I know quite a few people who are working in this area that won't show up in any database, just because they haven't published yet. The area of mutational science is actually quite new. There isn't as much out there as you might expect."

"If they back up their programs, or have a tech department..." Kitty begins but lets the sentence fade with a shrug. "It's worth a shot. And I've seen the programs that we use. I actually used some of it to improve mine." Her eyes flick to Bahir for a moment before asking, "Or should I just leave you to it, then?"

Bahir opens his hand, drawing away from his sideways lean to pick up his drink again. "No, please. You're welcome to do it. I won't turn down an additional search. It might even pull up a couple of things that the XF search missed." He sounds a little dubious about that, but he's a big hater, anyway. "A lot of the times, you get your real results by talking to experts, though, not asking a computer to find something. They are great at finding patterns and brute-force data analysis, but. I think I'll find what I need when I hear back from those colleagues."

"Well, computers is all I know," Kitty admits in a self-deprecating tone. "The only scientists I know are ones connected to Xavier's, and I doubt they'd have anything about the effect of tranquilizers on mutants." She considers Bahir for a moment, eyes flicking over him before returning to the laptop.

"I actually sent an email to Dr. Grey and Dr. McCoy, too," Bahir says, smile slight. "Grey especially ought to know something about the effects of tranquilizers on mutants, I'd think." He stretches his arms back over the top of his chair, leaning back. "I used to work for her, you know -- just for a little while. And we've worked together on a couple of other projects."

"I didn't know. Jean's never mentioned you to me, though I guess she wouldn't." Kitty laughs softly with a stretch of her arms as she waits for the downloads to finish. "I hope she'll call back soon. I can't wait to have this all finished and be home." She mutters darkly, "I hate Colorado."

"I'm waiting for Carpenter and his lot to give me the okay to get her help with our /other/ problem still -- but this one, at least." Bahir flicks his finger at the screen. "That's easy." He steals the laptop back as long as Kitty is waiting, opening up the minimized tabs to check his email. There is no 'speak of the devil' message waiting, so he logs off and then hands it back. "I think /everyone/ hates Colorado. Big piles of hate."

The laptop is taken back with a smile, Kitty grinning at the agreement. "Yeah, it would be surprising to find someone who likes it." She tilts her head slightly at Bahir with a sigh. "We should have her help anyways, honestly. If Carpenter really needs to make /that/ long to make a decision which could mean life or death for our team..." She trails off as she says it, knowing it's true.

"You want to call Carpenter's secretary and harass her to find out where the paperwork is?" Bahir asks, teasing, as he reaches out to pick up his cellphone and offer it to Kitty. "Or -- hell. Call the school. I think I still have her number there, too." He pulls his phone back, thumbing through to see. "Whatever is going on, I'm pretty sure it isn't that Carpenter is dicking around with our lives."

Kitty just shrugs at the tease and shoots Bahir a mischievous look. "Hell, I'd call the President right now if it'd get us out of this fucking situation," is her succinct reply as she relaxes into comfortable conversation. "I'd hope he's not, but damn it'd be nice to have more resources and his okay to bring in whoever we need on this."

The downside to Bahir's mock-plan to use his phone is there on the face of it as he finds Jean's number. He doesn't have any reception, either. But their satellites do! "Do you have the President's number?" he asks, deadpan as he folds his phone away and leans back. He sits forward a second later, reaching for the laptop again. "Here, give me that. I'll ask for an update on what's going on with bringing them in, at least. What other resources do you need?"

"My own laptop," Kitty replies dryly, but there's a twist of humor to the words. "I'm going to get back into the staff house. Maybe I'll go tonight when Dinah will be sleeping and search the office again, maybe get into Jeff's computer now that he's gone." The laptop is given over easily, no movement made to stop him.

Bahir waves his hand at Kitty as he resettles the computer before him. "Right. I'll talk to you later, then. If you really do /need/ your laptop, call Home. Some genius can tape it on a robot and motor it in, after all."

"That'd be something, considering it's locked in the office here," Kitty informs him with an eyebrow quirked at the dismissal. "When those downloads finish, just run them and enter in your search parameters." She gets to her feet with a stretch, some pops accompanying it from her back.

Bahir scratches at the curve of his ear. "Oh. Well. Maybe they've got a really /advanced/ robot--" Maybe not. "--or maybe you can just go grab it yourself."

Kitty grins as she opens the trailer door and nods. "That's what I was figuring on. It'll be easier just to do it all in one go." She pauses and adds, "Have a nice day, Bahir." With that she slips back out again, only a little reluctance.

Bahir and Kitty are BFFs. She'll be making him a friendship bracelet tomorrow.


=CO= Main Room - Guest Lodge - Lost Waters
The front porch opens up to a high-ceilinged room that boasts all the rustic comforts one could want on a getaway. The interior reflect the exterior, with warm wood broken only by the massive stone hearth of the fireplace on one wall and the pattern rugs that are scattered across the floor to mark out different sections. Chairs and sofas hug close around the fireplace for conversation or reading; tall wooden bookshelves on either side hold a variety of worn books, most left here by former visitors. Another seating area is sketched out around a massive television that doesn't get a lick of reception. Good thing there's a DVD player and a decent collection of movies, especially if they revolve around horses or the Wild Wild West.
In the back, a small refrigerator has room for a chilled drink or two, with a microwave settled on a shelf overhead. A massive green-felted pool table marks out its domain, with cues and triangles hung on the walls in easy reach. Double sets of doors lead off in each direction - a well-kept bathroom with showers and toilets and long rows of sinks for each dorm, and then the dorms themselves. It's communal living here.

There are, at least, a great deal fewer mosquitos at this planning session rather than the last one. This does not make up for the fact that there is no beer here at all in the slightest. But, sitting in non-itchy enforced teetotalism on one of the couches, leg propped up before him, Remy LeBeau has at least managed to secure a sandwich. "I'm thinkin' scramblin' around hillsides was probably a poor choice o' activities f'me," he admits as an opener, "But I can conclude we at least got cameras in place an' rollin' live feeds."

Jess arrives rather dramatically, albiet silently, when she literally appears sitting on one of the couches. "Whose On Candid Camera?" she sings softly, a humorless smile pulling at her lips.

Kitty has tucked herself onto one of the couches for the planning session, a sandwich in hand and coffee in the other. "Where did you get these cameras? Around the entrance, I'd imagine. Any other specific places that need to be covered?" She nibbles at the food, a thoughtful gaze on it as the talking commences. "Oh, and have you passed that flash drive on, Remy? If not, you should get it back to me now that we have computers at our disposal. I can take a crack at it myself."

Sal has taken up a position near a window, shoulders braced against it and arms crossed over her chest. She doesn't look particularly /happy/, but neither does she look like she is going to rip anyone's arm off and beat them to death with it. "Cameras showin' up with anything decent, yet?"

Natalie is settled in the corner of one couch, tucked tight there with a notepad on her lap and a pencil tapping against her knee. Jess' arrival gets an interested glance, which lingers for a moment, and then she looks away again, back toward Remy.

Kelsey is curled up on one of the comfy chairs, a cup of coffee between her curled hands. She listens with interest to both Remy and Kitty, though she glances over at Jess and flashes a matching humorless grin for a moment.

Pete does not have a sandwich. He does have a cup of coffee scavenged from the cookhouse, and a chair with a clear view of the doors leading into the main room. Jess's chosen method of arrival gets a twitch of startled motion, and an unimpressed thinning of his mouth, but he remains quiet.

"Repurposed a few o' the ones we brought with us when this was just a little watch'n'follow," Remy supplies. "Placed 'em out far enough from the mine an' camouflaged so they ain't obvious on a near sweep, but still got as good a line o'site on the entrances as we could get, what with the fuckin' brain-pokin' still keepin' us close... an' I passed it on to Doc Asshole soon as I got back from the cameras."

Jess cocks a brow at 'Naomi' but says nothing, her attention on Remy as she shifts her position slightly, uncrossing her legs to sit on her foot. For the moment she remains silent, intent on gathering as much information about their current situation as she can as she still tries to peice it all together. Pete's flich causes her a small smirk.

"Alright. I'll go talk to him and see if he's having any trouble with it, after," Kitty replies softly. She adds, "I'm going to take another crack at the office and Jeff's computer tonight, now that Jeff and Sid are out of the way. I'll do it when Dinah's likely to be asleep and achieve it in my usual way. If nothing else, I can get a more thorough look through their boring files."

Kelsey takes a sip of coffee, continuing to listen. Her lips purse at the mention of the camera locations. "Possible that anybody besides us is goin' tae bump into them?" she asks.

"...right, Inviso-Girl," says Remy to Jess, eyes widened slightly as he notes her unorthodox arrival, but soon narrowing down again to thoughtful appraisal. "I hear our boy Walter offered y'a job. Should probably warn y'that he ain't authorized t'make a call like that, but sit tight, I got a task f'you anyways..." Trailing off, he nods once to Kitty's plans, and twitches a shoulder to Kelsey's concern. "Always -possible-. Likely, less so. Now, I got Wisdom an' Drake scoutin' out nests. Any luck there?"

Jess gives a nod, curious as to what the task was that he had for her - and why Walter had offered her a job if he wasn't even allowed to do such a thing. She unconsciously glances at 'Naomi' after hearing this, then casts her eyes to the ground.

Amadeus leans against the arm of one of the couches, listening intently and appearing rather bored as he waits for a moment where he can add something productive. And of course he occasionally gives Natalie random awkward glances, but doesn't linger there, instead trying to mostly focus on Remy and the others. "Alright, you all knew this was coming, so, anything being a cat can help with?"

That unimpressed look just gets more unimpressed. Thankfully, there are other things to snag Pete's attention. "Picking one's not a problem," he says. He smiles, brief and grim. "As we noticed the other day."

"Heh," says Remy, with a wry glance down at his healing leg, although his jeans are rolled down to obscure all but a bit of thickening around the calf that's not echoed by the other one. "True 'nuff. So, to give a summary, we got camera surveilance in place, an' we got places t'hole folks up in when it comes time f'the takedown on Jeff. But that leaves us Sid t'worry about, which is where I want you, Jess -- y'got y'self some built in talent at tailin' folks, shall we say... and I might actually be able t'use you like that as well, Madcat. Especially since y'got the strength to wrassle Sid down, too."

"Actually, Mad. I might be able to use you with me," Kitty suggests with a grin towards him. "You can play look out for me without seeming out of place standing outside the staff house in the middle of the night." She pauses to incline her head to Remy. "If it doesn't interfere with Remy's plans, of course." She looks thoughtful for a moment before directing her next question to Jess, "Can you extend your invisibility to anyone else?"

Jess leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she looks to Kitty, her face a bit disappointed. "Nope. Just me," she replies softly. "I can hide things small enough to fit in the palms of my hands, or in my pockets of my clothing, but it's just me that I can turn."

Natalie remains silent, tucked away in her corner as she watches Remy and listens, pen tapping at her knee.

Kelsey takes another sip of coffee. Warms her hands on the mug. Listens.

Sal shifts against the window, looking like she wants to tip the hat she isn't wearing or light a cigar she's run out of. "Could put me in one of the nests on Jeff," she offers. "Ain't got a connection there."

"I don't mind helping Kitty." Amadeus adds, nodding to her, but then focuses on Remy. "But I still say I don't care how telepathic some guy is, crush his shoulders and then let's see some focus."

Pete takes a sip of coffee and notes in response to Sal's suggestion, "Wouldn't be bad to have more backup."

"Still damn' handy," Remy assures, leaning forward slightly, until it tugs at the knitting up calf muscles in his position, and he sits back rather less slightly. "If y'OK with goin' cat f'Kitty and stayin' cat f'out with Jess, I don't see why y'can't do both, Mad, although I think y'only do one, then I want y'out where y'can sit on Sid... and that'd work f'me, Harper." he surfs along topics. "I got Wisdom an' Drake spread pretty thin out on them hillsides. Which brings us back t'Jeff," he concludes, and pauses to take a quick bite of his sandwich. "Home wants him alive. Which makes things a challenge f'us, even -with- tranqs to take him down inital with."

Kelsey shifts positions on the couch, holding her coffee out for a moment to keep it from spilling. "Is there anything I can do?" she wonders. "I know I'm not he most useful in a fight, but anything I can help with I'm willing."

Again Jess gives a nod, glad that she can still be helpful despite her inability to turn others.

Sal nods to both Remy and Pete; she will make those arrangements, in specific, at a less people-filled time.

"I think we can find somethin'... although I admit I am a bit short on what skills y'got," Remy says to Kelsey, with an encouragingly crooked smile. "Y'got any familiarity with guns?"

"Did the doctor pass on how long those tranquilizers are going to take?" Kitty asks Remy with a considering frown. "It should affect who we have staking out the mines or even near them in case anything goes down. Anyone who's likely to be affected the most by compulsions--me and maybe a few others--should by prepared for it when we move to take him down." She glances at Kelsey, clearly not wanting to point out that she'd been vulnerable in the mine too.

"Probably be room for one more keeping an eye on the camera feed," Pete suggests, with a glance Kelsey-wards. "None of this means a thing if we can't spot them when they step out."

"Just the basics," Kelsey responds to Remy. Kitty doesn't need to point out Kelsey's vulnerability for her to understand, and she nods in response. Pete's suggestion is received well. "Aye, I can certainly help out there."

Where Pete might see from his spot facing the door, the lock clicks the other way, indicating that the door has had a key turned in it. The sound itself is covered up by the voices in the room.

Natalie clears her throat quietly, lifting a hand - or a pencil, rather - to attract attention.

"An' then we got his big ugly friend to worry abou--" The throat clearing and the pencil-raise catch his eyes, and Remy falls silent to nod to Natalie.

Pete goes still, eyes narrowing to sharp focus on the door. "Hold up a second," he warns quietly.

Natalie remains silent, waiting on Pete.

Hopefully other people noticed, if not, that's rather too bad. Theo slips into the room with a frown, wondering why the guest lodge would have been locked. "What the he--" He pauses at seeing the room so crowded, a brow quirked. "Did I just interrupt the beginning of an orgy or some shit?"

Unfortunately for the group, super-hearing is just as screwed by the babble of voices as any other -- but Pete's warning has Sal's head turning toward the door, and while she doesn't tense visibly, that doesn't mean that she isn't ready to spring if necessary. The fact that it is Theo changes -- well, nothing about the rest of that statement.

"Yeah," drawls the fully-clothed Remy from his couch, with a smirk and a lift of his sandwich as he sliiiides into pure insouciance instead of outward alarm. "We got tired o' the boozin', so it's on to the monkey sex. Want in?"

Kitty frowns at everyone for stopping the conversation. BECAUSE THAT WON'T LOOK SUSPICIOUS. But then, Theo's pretty oblivious. "So, Nancie was thinking about a bonfire before she checked out, I was thinking maybe we cou- Oh, hi, Theo."

Amadeus raises a hand to Theo, then turns his head to the others and says, "Yeah, so like I was saying, this chick is all 'Let's LARP', and I'm like 'What the hell does that mean'?"

"It's actually an arcane ritual to Bacchus," Pete deadpans. "We need a virgin sacrifice above the age of fifteen, though. Think you could help us out?"

Kelsey drinks coffee. Pointedly. It keeps her from having to think up explanations for anything.

"Shit, man, you ruin my pride," Theo grumbles towards Pete but the humor in his eyes says that it's a lie. "I got rid of that a long time ago." There's a glance towards the hot FBI lady with a suspicious frown. What's she doing in the guest lodge? He makes his way towards the back (and the booze). "Boozing and monkey sex go together, Lynch. You can't have one without the other, dude."

Natalie's pen taps against her pad, and her gaze follows Theo in silence.

Jess leans back on the couch, eying the new guy but not recognizing him. She catches the sudden change in conversation topics however and nods along with what Kitty said, as if she were following whatever it was she was saying the entire time.

"That just says t'me y'ain't met the right woman or two yet, Bear," says Remy with a wink and a shuffle upwards in his seat. "Maybe I leave y'a couple numbers when I check out... but what's got y'over in Guest Land tonight?"

"And then she goes 'put on these ears', and I'm like 'No thanks, my roleplaying is limited to sexy librarians and red-headed teachers'." Amadeus finishes his story, to no one in particular, being /casual/. Though god knows where the story came from.

"Y'got some of the strangest luck, Dean," Sal says from across the room, tipping her head to Theo. "If y'get me drunk I'll be useless t'you in the stables tomorrow," she warns on a chuckle, "so that puts me right out."

"Just stopping in to grab a bottle," Theo replies with a grin, and maybe another flick of eyes towards the FBI lady. "Dinah's in the kitchen, so I couldn't just go in there." Bottle obtained, the boy crosses back to the door, before frowning at the crowd. "You shouldn't be locking this door. There's other guests around that might want in or out, and it's kinda rude to make them knock." Sal is ignored. She's /obviously/ too old for him, so she should stop trying to hit on him.

"Maybe if ye'd just did her kind of roleplayin', she'd do a little o' yours," Kelsey comments to Amadeus with a smirk.

"I heard the door was not closin' tight without the lock -- off its' hang or somethin'," Remy lies with a cheerful grin for the bottle, and a faint muddling to the Texan accent of his cover before he gets it smoothed out agai. "But I'll bear that in mind sure enough. Good luck dodgin' your mama."

"I don't know a thing about elves except they're always whoring themselves in commercials." Amadeus looks over at Natalie briefly, since she's /quiet/, then looks back to Kelsey. "Then I remember this other time, there was this sexy girl they call Frisky, and this fat guy the people in the neighborhood called Snowball. He had a lot of friends that hung around him, but I tried really hard to protect Frisky from that whole life, dropped her off in a new neighborhood. I'm not much of a fighter, Snowball would have beaten the crap out of me."

Theo frowns at the door for a moment before tossing out, "I'll go find someone to fix it and send them over right away. Don't want it not closing at night," he points out helpfully. "Should be.. 10 or 15 minutes before someone can come." It's unsaid but it should be assumed that he needs to hide the bottle first before finding someone to do the fixing. "If I can't find someone, I'll come myself. You might want to clear out now if you don't want to be stuck here when the door gets fixed." He shrugs and leaves the guest lodge, a friendly wave farewell.

"Well," Pete mutters, tone shading a bit wry. "That's inconvenient."

Kelsey watches Theo leave, looks to the others. "Does that mean we need tae break the door?"

Amadeus sits back, relaxing a little. "I can break a door."

Natalie makes an annoyed sound in the back of her throat, pen twisting hard against the notepad in her lap.

"Or maybe we shouldn't break the door," Kitty says dryly at the conversation. "After all, Remy only said he 'heard' that. And if he comes back, he won't stay long after noticing it's not broken." She shrugs and looks to Remy for his decision.

Remy is all lazy smiles until Theo's safely on his way again, wherupon he collapses back against the couch with a glower and a "I fuckin' hate this ranch..." to take the edge off his feelings before he dusts his hands and tries to pick up the metaphorical reins again. "So, now we got a countdown to work with. Kelsey helpin' on monitors, Mad an' Jess on SidWatch, Harper joinin' Wisdom an' Drake... and we got some watchin' an' waitin' for the right moment. I want to think on how we keepin' Jeff out an' alive once we got him. Anyone?" he wonders, before catching Kitty's look and gnawing at his lower lip. "Don't bust the door," he decides. "Just try an' shove at the frame a little to get it off the even. Wthout breakin' it obviously."

Amadeus stands up, beginning to walk over to the door. "Alright. And does keeping Jeff alive mean not hurting him too?"

"Cage him up somewhere?" Jess offers. "Lock him in a room?"

Natalie lifts her pen again, wiggling it pointedly.

"Yes, Natalie?" Remy is attuned to pen-wiggles.

"He's a telepath," Kitty points out yet again. "We can't keep him concious unless you want one of us letting him out of where ever he is."

"There's more than one way in and out of that mine," Natalie answers, tapping her pen against her pad once more. "The maps suck, but that's pretty clear. Which makes watching the one hole--" She breaks off, palm spread upward in gesture.

Amadeus, pushing the door in slightly as Remy requested, starts walking back to his seat. "And he's a telepath, telepaths have to concentrate, I can fix that."

"There are plenty of things you can put in an IV drip to keep someone insensible," Pete notes. "--Assuming we're actually set up to hold and transport the man." His expression twists to a grimace as Natalie makes her point. "...Brilliant."

"Which is why," Remy intones, with cranky irritation blossoming rather unfairly. "We are doin' our best to keep an eye on the approach to the other one, best we can, even if we can't get the entrance itself. But yes, he is likely to arrive from that other one an' fuck us all in our unprotected assholes, if that's what y'gettin' at. Got any better solutions?"

Natalie's brows lift at Remy's tone, silently pointed. There is something of a pause before she answers, "No. I just thought it was a somewhat important fact to keep in mind. If what's down there is what Bahir says, and they have a way out that has nothing to do with our cameras or our snipers, it seems a bit problematic to ignore that fact. In general."

"Maybe we need more people on the approach from the other way. Split Wisdom and Drake up, have each of them take one or two people and stake out where they can," Kitty suggests quietly, reluctance at the plan in her tone. "Granted, anyone who's watching the approach from the entrance we can't see is going to be in more danger."

"I note," says Remy, clipped and neat, and twitchy as his leg prevents the sort of catlike rise and pace that comes natural to him. "That I was talkin' about 'entrances'. Plural. At the beginnin'. But yes. We ain't got a flawless net. We ain't got flawless inhibitors. We are under orders to take the hard way o' dealin' with a rogue psionic threat," he ticks off on his fingers, "Instead o' just shootin' the fuckin' bastard--" He catches himself eventually, breathing spiked before he settles it, and flexes out fingers gone tense. "OK, we got a hole in the net. How can we -use- that?"

Pete hitches one shoulder in a faint shrug. "Figure out how he'll come in if he uses the back entrance, and make it look like the best option. If he knows we've got a blind spot, it's likely he'll want to use it anyways. All we'd need to do is nudge."

"Let the fish slip through and then close it behind him," is another quiet suggest from Kitty's corner.

"And there's no reason they can't just go up the mountain and circle round," Natalie answers Kitty, her gaze shifting toward her as she ignores Remy's outburst. "Maybe not. Maybe they'll walk right into it. But maybe they won't. I don't know what we do with that, but we should probably accept that we may have to do /something/ with it."

"So what's y'suggestion f'fixin' our latest unsolvable problem?" Remy wonders, with a ghost of good humour allowed to seep back onto features that are showing signs of the weeks' strain building to a breaking point.

"Try tae cover as much ground as we can?" Kelsey offers. "There's no way to be a hundred percent sure."

"Spread too thin an' we end up havin' trouble squarin' off effectively, though" Remy counter-offers with a crook of his mouth, the outburst apparently to be ignored into not happening. "We need a choke point, but we can't get in too close t'the mine to make one. Anyone got a terrain map o' what's around that other entrance?"

"We have the surveyor's map," Natalie answers, tipping her pen toward her pad as she swirls slow doodles across it. "It's old, but I doubt terrain's changed much. Doesn't have info on trees or big rocks, though."

"And we got a geologist..." Remy's good leg twitches, and at last the need to pace is too much. Walking stick is applied, and he shuffles up to his feet. His poor sandwich is quite abandoned. "Did that requisition I made f'C4 go through...? Maybe we can't get t'the other entrance, but if there's a point inside the boundaries where a tunnel collapse'd block that off..."

"Or we could blow the near entrance, and set the net up on the approach from the one we can't get to?" Sal suggests, scratching her eyebrow as she makes it.

Kitty shoots Remy a sharp and disapproving look at that suggestion.

"...we don't got a geologist?" Remy wonders at the look.

"We brought some," Natalie confirms, although her brows raise slightly. "A tunnel inside the mine?"

"Or rather you try to collapse a tunnel and you might find yourself trapping some agents in there," Kitty snaps back.

"There's a map of the mine," Pete notes, grimacing faintly. "Assuming there aren't changes since it was made that would give them a way around any blockage, we /might/ be able to find one. --Timers, Pryde."

"I was thinkin'," Remy intones. "Of doin' it from the -surface-."

"Timers might not matter much in a mine that messes with people's heads. And doing it from the surface is even harder to control," Kitty points out with a shake of her head.

Natalie nods to Pete, slowly thoughtful. "From what we saw today the stuff not mapped seemed to be smaller-- it's hard to say. It might work."

"Hence geologist. Find some spot where it's favourable. It ain't a perfect solution, but..." A lift of an eyebrow from Remy encourages Kitty to present an alternate means of herding their evil steer.

"I'd say keepin' as many people out of the mine as possible would be preferable." Sal looks from Remy to Kitty to Natalie, and drops her hand.

"Assuming that this will work at all. How will you know which side of the mine he's on when you collapse the tunnel? Plus, /he/ is not stuck within boundaries. If he cared to, he'd just walk around in a circle and come the hell up the front drive way if he wanted." If Remy's looking for an alternative, he's not going to get one. Kitty's more than happy to point out the flaws in the plan though.

"So propose an alternate solution," Remy prompts, verbally this time. Moooooo.

"He has to be getting supplies. Post cameras throughout the boundaries and wait until he approaches the ranch. More commotion but at least we'd have warning and knowledge of our surroundings," Kitty suggests. Not the best plan, but it's the first thing off the top of her head.

"If it's safe, it seems like a no-brainer to at least try," Natalie answers, sketching a few words across her pad. She glances up at Kitty and notes, "He has to be getting supplies. Does he have to be getting them from /here/?"

"Lookin' at that room y'found," Remy wonders, shuffling along with walking stick in hand and pausing to point it towards the members of Pete's mine group, "How much in the way o' supplies did it look like he had on hand?"

"That's why we were having people talk to staff, particularly Theo. Did Terry manage to get information off of him? Supplies disappearing or the like?" Kitty responds easily, her question directed to Remy.

Kelsey glances over at Pete, then back at Remy. "I didnae really get a good look. Pretty creeped out by that point."

"Depends on how often he feels the need to eat," Pete says. "No more than a few days." He rakes a hand through his hair, glancing towards the yard as though in anticipation of ill-timed repairmen. "It would be simpler if you FBI lot could find an excuse to evacuate the staff for a while. Fewer people to keep an eye on - and fewer people who might be used to take him supplies, willingly or otherwise."

"Nothin' she reported t'me," allows Remy, with a grimace and a lean on his walking stick from a corner of the room. "But lookin' at things, he ain't takin' that pretty vehicle o' his to the mine, so a stop into town f'supplies... I suppose he might be walkin' to a neighbourin' ranch if he ain't headed here. Have Old Home check police reports, see if anyone's reported thefts, just to rule out?"

Natalie nods at Pete, then once at Remy. "We can probably arrange that. I'm not sure /how/, but-- hell. Whatever we have to do, I guess." Another scribble on her page, and she adds, "I'll call Home tonight."

"So let's go with that," Remy sums up, one hand raking through his hair. "If y'got a couple more cameras along as FBI, we can put a watch up angled to see who's approachin' the ranch, an' if not.... well, I'll see which ones can get pulled off the mine. Keep up surveilance. I think it turns out he can wait a while before comin' back, we may want t'be ready t'force his hand -- I want t'get Summers' opinion on where a good spot to dig in charges'd be."

"We have my camera equipment," Natalie answers, with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "But I'd rather not be setting them out in trees. They're not made for it, and we've gotten fair use out of them already. If we put in a request, Home can send us more, but if we clear the ranch, we lose all mail call, as well as any way to get additional supplies. Like-- food."

"Let me know if any of the plans change," Kitty says as she gets to her feet. "I'm going to take another walk around the staff house since I know Dinah's in the kitchen and Theo's finding someone to fix the door. Maybe just enough to duck in to get my laptop." She glances at Remy and then everyone else before slipping out of the main room and to the yard.

"...re-setting some of the current ones it is, then." With a gloomy look at having more holes in his already basking-shark-sized net appear, Remy gives a little nod. "We need y'cameras f'capturin' y'powers at work. But if folks're willin' to take longer spells surveilin'... although that means more chance t'be messed with--" There's a short oath, but no rant this time. "Anyone sees Summers, send him t'me."

"...and let's hold off clearin' the ranch unless we really need it empty," Remy tacks on.

"Maybe," Pete says, black humour hanging thick on the words, "we should all just form a bloody suicide pact and have done with it. Before Jeff decides a battle royale would be really, really fun to watch."

"I hear there are nice cliffs around here," Natalie replies, deadpan.

"So I'll be the last one standing?" Sal asks, then snorts.

An awful cross between a snort and a laugh comes out of Kelsey, inspired beautifully by Natalie's comment. She just looks at her.

"I gonna go take a smoke break an' write some angsty poetry, then," Remy bids, with a crooked smirk and a pat at his pocket. "I shout a heads-up if I see anyone with a toolbox."

More planning. Being a super secret spy agent takes a lot of planning. Who knew?