Delta took a moment to find his composure and finalize the meeting, making certain that he would have his time off.

In the office, York continued to rub the back of Locus' neck, nodding at Florida and Maine. "I've got this. Florida- keep tabs on Felix. Find out where the party's going to be, case the joint."

They didn't know enough about the lay of the land and he hated flying blind. Once they were alone York settled back in his seat, hand tracing the plates and lines of Locus' armor. After a long, quiet moment he murmured. "What do you want to do?"