Dez hated Jeremy's driving. Hated even more that it was exactly what they needed and it came in handy this one time and the blonde manged to pull up right behind their quarry. Knowing that time was of the essence and not on their side Dez was no time as he leapt from the van. The commotion from the second android provided the distraction he needed to step up behind Moore and quickly snapping the collar around the droids neck. The blue lights lit up on contact and Dez managed to catch the android before it dropped like a stone. Dez hooked his hands under Moore's arms, ignoring the faint tickle of the residual current from the collar crawling over his skin, half carrying, half dragging the deactivated android into the back of the van. Where he dropped it unceremoniously to the vehicle floor, "Okay, lets go." Sliding the van door closed Dez dropped down next to the android.<br/><br/>"Kas, get rid of the dead weight and get your pretty little ass in here," Jeremy called, half leaning out of the window with a pointed look towards Mrs. Moore -the dead weight- "unless you want to explain this to the cops." The wail of sirens loomed ever closer and the scattering of onlookers had quickly turned into a crowd. They needed to get gone. The second Kassia climbed into the front seat, Jeremy peeled away from the scene, taking a detour to avoid the congestion of traffic up ahead.<br/><br/>As the van took precarious turns and bounced and weaved through the streets, Dez planted his feet, wedging himself between the van door and the passenger seat. He sent it out a silent prayer to whoever was listening to get them to their destination in one piece.<br/><br/>"That was some show you put on."  Jeremy said looking over to Kassia with a wide grin, his face flushed, and a fevered glitter in his pale eyes. "An 'A plus' performance if I've ever seen one." He looked to be enjoying this way too much.<br/><br/>Dez kicked at the man's seat, not liking how his life seemed to be flashing before his eyes. Or maybe that was just the scenery flying past outside the window, "Eyes on the road, Jeremy!"<br/><br/>"Okay, look, eyes on road!" Jeremy shook his head, muttering under his breath as he reached over to fiddle with the radio. Once they'd gotten a reasonably safe distance from the excitement and Jeremy had eased up a little on the gas indicating that they were in the clear,  Dez had the man drop him off at the nearest bus stop. He wasn't going to HQ today. Kassia and Jeremy could handle getting the android there in one piece...so long as the blonde kept his eyes on the road. Dez had done his bit for the day, and he needed to prepare for his meeting with Kelly the following day.<br/><br/>Sleep eluded Dez that night and he spent it finishing up the work he'd neglected earlier in the day. Focusing on work helped to keep his mind from drifting into anxious territory and after the events of the day, Melius was at the forefront of his thoughts. Along with all the moral and ethical hang ups he had concerning androids and their existence. It was only when the sun peeked through the blinds that Dez finally bothered to crawl into bed. Better to be rested before meeting up with Kelly.<br/><br/>Late morning rolled around and Dez rolled out of bed, feeling rested and maybe only half ready to get on with the rest of his day. He picked at his breakfast while he checked his email, sent out invoices and logged into the Resistance database for any new updates. There were a few notifications but nothing pressing. With plenty of time to spare, Dez went for a run and as usual his headphones worked as a means to isolate himself from the world as it went by around him.<br/><br/>By 3:00 Dez had showered and pulled on jeans and dark grey long-sleeve henley shirt, the sleeves tugged halfway his forearms. Making sure he had both of his phones before catching a cab to the coffee shop.<br/><br/>3:30 Dez stepped into Bell Coffee Shop giving the place a quick sweep as he approached the counter. No sign of Kelly, yet. He started to wonder if she would show up, and whether or not she would come alone. One of order of iced coffee later, he settled at a table that gave him a view of the room that included the entrance. All there was left to do was wait.<br/><br/>It was the hoodie that gave Kelly away almost immediately and Dez relaxed a fraction. She'd come, and it didn't appear that she'd alerted her employer of the Resistance attempting to recruit her. Considering it wasn't yet four, Dez made no attempt to alert Kelly to his presence. He left his table just long enough to order another iced coffee, having finished the first cup too fast.<br/><br/>4 PM, Dez sent Kelly a text, because he wanted to be sure, '<b><i>Interesting costume choice</i></b>.' If the woman looked around for the sender, Dez would give her a wink and brief wave, his phone still in hand. This was always the defining moment when it came to people the Resistance actively recruited. They either ran or they stayed.