"Why yes, as am I," Echelon replied to Vincent, "I have some combat expertise, and what I don't know can be learned, or downloaded. For example..." Her speech cut off for a moment as the eyes of the Robotic Frame turned off. A moment later, they turned back on and Echelon looked at Vincent and said, bandsaw voice still intact: "I know Kung Fu."
She then assumed the Cat Stance with unerring mechanical precision. The weight of her body was entirely on the back leg, behind the front leg that was only touching the ground lightly. The front leg could easily snap and make quick kicks and evasive measures, "Would you like to test this theory, gently?"
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"Uriel, its not that I don't want you involved, you can do whatever you please here since its your operation," Luca gave him a diplomatic nod, "Although it might be difficult to impersonate Fast Eddie, Tiny Jake or Big Willy," He was pulling names out of thin air, his eyes rolling as he searched for names, "You're welcome to spy on them with Robert and Enzo or take one hostage and glean their secrets."
He then scratched his chin, "You know what, that's what you and I can do while the others do their thing, let's do things the old fashion way."
Meanwhile, Daxle's cocktail had failed to take something into account. It wasn't uncommon to use the vodka and motor oil to purge the contents of your stomach, but combining it with a painkiller and failing to realise how powerful the motor oil was downright deadly. After all, in space age times, the oils and lubricants had to advance too. Daxle felt like ten miles of bad road, and it was about to come to a bumpy end unless someone intervened.
"Daxle, are you ok-" Luca inquired before Daxle threw up and doubled over before falling to the floor, "Holy crap," He got the shipwide communications on, "Anna, Jimmy, come to the lounge, Daxle's in serious trouble."
Jimmy was the first to arrive, and dragged Daxle to the medbay immediately. Jimmy's first thoughts were that Daxle had been poisoned, and vomiting the poison was not a good idea. He had to work quickly with Anna to determine what it was and what to administer. He could smell motor oil and alcohol, of all things.
Luca just looked on in shock before standing up and looking for a mop and bucket, "Well that's put a damper on the conversation," He eventually started cleaning the mess himself, "I thought doctors were supposed to be healthy people," However, since his mother was always on hand to treating his injuries, he'd only be able to speculate with some of the dirtier doctors.
Eventually the mess was cleaned and Luca then nodded to Uriel and asked, "So, still feel like breaking some mobster kneecaps?"
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Luca walked back to his quarters to gear up, and he noticed something left on his bed. He walked over to it and it was a small black package as big as a watch case with blue and green ribbons tying it up. There was a card under the ribbons, and another one from Sebastian saying: "Someone delivered this to the ship while you were out. Its for you, I'm guessing."
Luca shrugged, took away Sebastian's note, and unwrapped the parcel and opened it. There were two things inside, a pair of green and black striped panties and a note with a simple message, "Call me anytime, loverboy - xoxo, A~" and a phone number. Luca simply blushed and looked about himself to make sure nobody was watching and added the number to his phone before putting it back in the package, along with the panties.
He then proceeded to hide the small package under his mattress, reminiscent of his college hijinks - except that he was out of college, and the number was to the CEO of a megacompany, and that this wasn't just a one night stand (He hoped, anyway).