Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25686329-20150514193435

((I'm liking how The Yankee and Jane's personalities and skills sort of overlap: Jane's used to tough negotiation, while the Yankee has only dealt with those inferior to him, so he has trouble verbally going toe-to-toe against legitimate threats. -- The Yankee is an expert at running things from behind the scenes and working with tech, while Jane is more 'Raid and Burn'/ old fashioned sort of anti-hero. It's really cool how great of a duo they make :D ))

The Yankee's hand lowered to his belt, the taser-revolver protruding from a holster of his own invention.

"It's not like Grimm doesn't know how much we hate him. In case you haven't noticed, me and Jane aren't exactly in his good books; your blackmail is nothing but morally bankrupt, weightless dust in the wind" The Yankee spat. "That said, I'll burn before I open up the records to you. I cracked those fair as you dang well please, and you can be sure I'm not gonna hand them over because you bat your eyes and dug up some dirt."

The Yankee had gone full American; he was content to issue empty threats and preposterous, complicated sentances until an opening presented itsself. It was a reflex, a habit birthed from the dealings between the original Yankee and the more... uneducated threats to Camelot.

Beneath the surface, his mind was reeling. She mentioned the idea of getting him to reveal his true name, and Hell knows he wouldn't -- he couldn't -- let that happen.

He had lied about cracking them himself; that was only half true. He was given the other part of the algorithm from Annalog Tockman, a remnant of a 'case' that Annalog herself couldn't be bothered to see through to the end.

He gave a sideways glance to Jane, urging her to be ready to back him up, should the need arise.