[How he's learned that trick is another story, but the next message takes a bit longer to send. The thudding heels from up above suddenly jerk to a still and in the bar below, trickles of soot huff from the ceiling. Greed taps the laptop once before:]
>avaricious has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01
Depends. [Greed's voice rides in on static. He sounds far away; as if he's just outside the receiving end or lingering nearby. For a moment, the playful tone of his rattles off his tongue.] Ehhh- they're not going to make it easy either way.
[A sudden silence follows on his side of the line. It's eerie and vacant; like a hotel room that hasn't been checked into in quite some time, yet everything's been left to run. The furnace spits just outside the recording, a breeze catches, then:]
Don't do anything brash, Stocke. If need be, stay out of it. If not, then I guess we won't have much of a choice now, will we? [It's all too clear the change in tone; Greed's voice is lower, stretched. He knocks his heel back against the floor.]
<avaricious> PRIVATE
>avaricious has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01
Depends. [Greed's voice rides in on static. He sounds far away; as if he's just outside the receiving end or lingering nearby. For a moment, the playful tone of his rattles off his tongue.] Ehhh- they're not going to make it easy either way.
[A sudden silence follows on his side of the line. It's eerie and vacant; like a hotel room that hasn't been checked into in quite some time, yet everything's been left to run. The furnace spits just outside the recording, a breeze catches, then:]
Don't do anything brash, Stocke. If need be, stay out of it. If not, then I guess we won't have much of a choice now, will we? [It's all too clear the change in tone; Greed's voice is lower, stretched. He knocks his heel back against the floor.]
You're familiar with the tunnels below, right?