#fenixtj

Suddenly Jessica's ear ring goes off, alerting her of a spying device

Shuri looks proud "Wakanda forever"

"It's pretty! Did you make it?"

She shakes her head at the unfamiliar sound.

Shuri nods "You gotta shine baby girl, and sting any furker who holds your light down"

She smirks, sets the hair down carefully in a little jar, and then goes about taking a few pictures of the symbols. She's muttering a string of curses as she works, but mostly as a sort of background music to focus the work, not vitriol.

Finally she wraps it back up in the cloth...and then a layer of bubble wrap...and then a little packet that looks like its made out of one of those silver survival blankets. A layer of duct tape over all, and then she hands it back to Jessica. "Well...that's a bitch of a thing."

She reports the details of the tracking device, listening device..."plus they done got one o' yer hairs in there. Dunno why, but here." She hands the jar with the single hair to Jessica.

"Can you tell who sent it?" she takes the jar "Thank you."

"Well, I c'n prob'ly figger who th' crafter was. If they done made it on commission, though, gonna be harder to figger who wanted it made. Hang on..." She kicks off so that her chair wheels over to another part of the large desk, and she rapidly punches some keys on her laptop.

What comes up might look a bit like a cross between a Unix interface and a dish of spaghetti...but she keeps tapping and grumbling to herself as she searches.

Looks like.. yup, a Mexican Nocker... DeLukdeFel Okotten

"Well...looks local...."

Apparentl he's built a lot of devices for the court of Duke topaz

in the war against Nunehi

A pause, and she turns to squint up at Jessica. "You done pissed off th'Duke, B?"

She frowns "Duke? Tyrion?"

"Nah, th' big blue fucker." Apparently she means Topaz. "Cuz this here?" she indicates the wrapped packet "Ain' no way this came cheap. This guy what made this be big-time into espionage tech."

"An' he been known t' work for Duke-y before. Course, he might could be contractin' wit' anybody."

"Do you know who planted it?"

"Nahhhh. But...huh." Jessica can almost see the lightbulb go on. Tweak holds out her hand. "Gimme, again."

She hands it over.

A box cutter slices the tape, and then she's unwrapping and unwrapping...and eventually she's going after the innards of the thing with what looks like watchmaker's tools. More of that low-register muttering.

Shuri is telling ellie "YOu can have it, but for a Peso, I won't go lower"

Offhand, Tweak says to Ellie, "Better take that deal, that's a fuckin' good value."

Then finally she sits back with a smirk. "There we go...." an audio cable gets clipped to a few wires, and then connected to her laptop speakers, and....

"I jus' flipped it. We gonna lissen t' them."

Jess nods with clear appreciation.

"..do you mean they found it ? '' A voice says from the speakers

Tweak also hits record.

"Just what i said, that damned kid found it. She's a Countess, she over rode the weaverlock that tied the whole chicanery together. FLamefree couldn't becuase it has her hair in it... collected LONG ago''

Tweak frowns and looks to Jessica.

She looks very very grave.

"I have a peso!" She looks through her pockets.

'' we need to find out when and where the traitor countess hopes to gather her nunnehi allies... ''

Shuri takes the peso, it's the principal of the thing , she gives Ellie a hug "If it ain't Shuri, it's drek"

Tweak mutters, "Give us a fuckin' name, asshat."

"What about Tweak?"

They can't hear tweak, of course, she flipped the pole and the pairtress, like Trek

Shuri says "Mi mama is muy intellfurketee"

"Tweak fuckin' made Shuri, so she even better," she mutters, still listening.

A giggle. "Okay!"

then a voice says 'Well, Lord Alejandro is NOT gonna be happy when he finds out that our surefire way of learning all their secrets just ended before we got a chance to red wedding shit''

And Jessica remembers an angry Daireann boy, one she sent away years ago because he held hatred ins his heart for Nunnehi

Her expression goes from grave to bitter.

She nods, recollecting.

"Holy fuck," she says, shaking her head in a mix of disgust and admiration. "These fuckers think they gonna George R. R. you."

"Th' hell you gonna do 'bout that shit, B?"

A good question, a very good question indeed