He nodded to himself almost reflexively, before waving and walking away as the four moved past him, into the darkness.<em>Good answer. Keep that cool, be in control. And stop me if I ever truly lose mine.</em><br/><br/>He sat down a ways from the parking lot.<em>Follow them Elizabeth. We will be moving on our own. Oh, right.</em><br/><br/>He brought up the transponder to the base. "Natalya, dealing with super slave trading ring with Elizabeth. Good field test. Going off line now. Send someone to the transponder location to pick up the food we got and the car. We will be along shortly. And do NOT, I say, NOT send anyone else. You blow this, and I will be... unhappy. End of line."<br/><br/>He heard terrified shrieks, abruptly cut off, likely by a rifle butt to the head, before they fled. He headed to the car, and put his transponder on the driver seat, the list of food with the already picked up orders crossed out, and then headed after Elizabeth, using the lesser jump jets in his light armor to catch up.