Coco wasn't exactly stopping them from contacting their handler ironically enough; hell, she didn't even have her comm connected at the moment. Thankfully, her memory was nothing short of amazing; she could easily remember all the locations and every detail they were providing without it, and really she wasn't worried much about the handler for the moment.<br/><br/>And what info they gave her; recent turf war takeover, new 'security' provider as a result (Coco lucked out that her 'security' wasn't too bad there, though it certainly helped that she'd lived there a good long while and lived with a spirit and within the shelling range for Aztlan AND was a known magical entity), and even got the gang's name. South Road Spiders... Coco hadn't heard a ton about them; custom drugs and 'revenge' as their staples, but likely a recent split keeping their rowdier antics quiet.<br/><br/>Perhaps that was why the handlers - all two of them - were not part of the gang; had to keep their nose a little more down until they got fully entrenched... politics was a bitch sometime wasn't it?<br/><br/>"You know, I think I like you ladies better this way than with those damn chips firin' off in your skulls," Coco says with a smirk, moving to stand and look down at the two, e-cig loosely hanging from her lip and hands in her jacket pockets. "Now, before I uncuff you two and take you back to Lady Bac or whomever: whose idea was it to expand into that lil ol bookstore? Lady Bac, the handlers, or someone further up the food chain? Oh, AND who exactly are these handlers?"