Tessa spoke, Vinny listened.
And she... actually made a fair shake more sense than Enzo had expected. There was a switch.
Okay Vincenzo didn't really know a whole lot about radio technology, to be fair. Their technical know-how extended about as far as stream set-ups and computer specs. However, what Tessa was saying was pretty much the most logic that had come out of her mouth since... pretty much they started things off on the original sour foot.
The collars weren't made of magic. If the terrorists had the ability to set them off, then it only followed that the ability had to come from somewhere
. Radio signals... that just made sense. How else would they do it? Freaking morse code?
Old school SOTF!
"Now you will die! Dash, dot, daaash, dot..."
"Wait for it- dot, dash..."
Fuck, this place was making them morbid.
Of course, just as soon as Vinny started considering the idea, actually, genuinely considering it, the more a faint kindling, flicker of hope began to burn, Cam broke back in with reality.
Shit. Right. They were being watched. Constantly.
The idea might have worked, but laid out in the open like that and...
Dammit. It was dead in the water before the ship was even launched.
Their shoulders drooped a little.
"Yeah," they answered Cameron softly. "Let's get out of here, Sardine," they headed over to the door, offered Cameron their shoulder to lean on, but before they began to walk, briefly glanced back. "Hey, look, Roswell. Don't get yourself killed, okay?"
Like it meant anything.
Like walking away felt as if they were doing anything other than seeing someone for the last time.
((Vincenzo Gatti continued Shock Me