Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26130256-20161016084527

"But how am I supposed to listen in, then?" Brine asked from Azulius's scroll. "If this is going to compromise the job, I need to know about it."

"You don't know already?" the magician raised his eyebrow.

"If I did, I would have told you.  I almost got traced running a probe on Flagg's server farm, and all I got was the name.  But credit where it's due: whoever wrote that latest batch of firewalls deserves a raise."

"Still," Azzie turned in his seat, angling his face away from the windows, "We need to do something to keep this secure.  Can't you have the ICEbreaker run some end-to-end encryption?"

"I could, but I run the risk of setting your Scroll on fire through overheating all the processors."

"Fine.  I'll close all the background programs besides the call and the temperature sensors, and you can run as much encryption as we dare." A minute later, the screen glow of his scroll took on a sickly green.

"This is all we've got, boys.  I can only keep up this encryption for so long until someone notices all the bandwith I'm using up.  So whatever Coconut Samoa is about, we need to talk quickly," Brine said with finality.