Initially Fan had let out a little laugh when the demon identified her machete - under her clothes.<span style="color: #00BF00">"'Special optical abilities' that help you to be a giant creep?"</span>Her tone was a measured mix of jovial and accusatory, she still didn't know this guy. Of course it hadn't really mattered because he was gone almost as soon as he made contact, and if he did hear her teasing he didn't address it. So she took a few minutes to eat one of the snacks she'd gotten ahold of before, thought about what the best course of action was and then made her way to the old place, a process that took the rest of the day and into the night because she had to sleep for a few hours halfway through the trip.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><br/><br/>Calling the resistance from a now-empty tower that had been an older, less-protected resistance center, Fan had given a brief account of her actions and been met with incredulity. As she did this, she thought over the new resource she'd been given...<br/><br/>He was vain. Ridiculously so. Clearly powerful, yes, but something told her that he wasn't quite as strong as he was presenting himself to be. Of course that was just smart at this point, he didn't have any more reason to trust her than she did him. Maybe even less, because at least up to this point she hadn't gotten the demon out of trouble yet. Even so, these things weren't exactly known for their altruism - if his offer was genuine, there was going to be a catch-<br/><br/>"-You're sure that button calls him?" The older man's voice was skeptical, and it pulled Fan back into the moment.<br/><br/>Fan shook her head, baseball cap now off to reveal black hair strung with green beads.<span style="color: #00BF00">"No it's probably some kind of tracking device, or a beacon that calls in an airstrike. That's why I'm not coming home yet."</span>This decision was getting her into more trouble by the hour, fortunately she was pretty confident in her abilities to survive even without resistance support.<span style="color: #00BF00">"I'll try it - alone - here. And if he gives me a good reason, we'll work from there."</span><br/><br/>"There's not a day coming where we let one of them into this base," a woman's voice said next. "I don't care if he single-handedly tears the demon army in half, it won't happen."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"I'll communicate that when I see him, if I do."</span>She gave a wide smile, even if no one else was there to see it.<span style="color: #00BF00">"If I start acting all... Possessed-y, just add me to the kill list."</span>She ended the call, and sighed, laying her head back against the ugly, off-white wall of the room she was in.<br/><br/>Fan was well-adapted to this twisted world. Probably better than most in her position, to the point that even she was aware of how badly she'd manage if she woke up tomorrow and everything was okay again. She functioned at top-output in the shittiest situations, but even if she wasn't afraid - she felt like she was supposed to be. Like she had to see this for how bad it was or she'd go crazy. And she couldn't afford to be crazy.<br/><br/>So, with the pressure on, very little faith from her superiors and no assurances that this was going to accomplish anything other than getting herself killed, Fan lay the device on the table in front of her, lay her machete (still in its sheathe) beside it, pressed the button and pushed the device to the far side of the table and just waited. She had an escape plan if she needed it, but it wasn't much more refined than using an umbrella as a parachute.<br/><br/>If Devlin appeared, Fan gave him a half-hearted wave.<span style="color: #00BF00">"So I know you wanted to meet with all the big people, but it looks like it's not gonna be that easy for either of us. We have no reason to trust you, and they don't really trust me since I went and met with you at all."</span>Fan raised tan hands to her head, as if fighting off a headache from all of the internal politics.<span style="color: #00BF00">"Any ideas?"</span>