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At that point, the small green light on Jack's communicator would start blinking, once every 30 seconds, so as to seem benign to any outside observers. He slowed the truck and honked once to catch Reap's attention, then stared at the comm again, wanting to confirm the green bleep he was pretty sure he'd seen. He was just about to set it back down when it blinked again. Why did 30 seconds seem so damned long when you were waiting for it? He looked at Kes and Ranth, then sighed. "Apparently Momma changed her mind as well. We're headed home." He leaned out the window and circled his finger in the air. "Going home, Reap!" he shouted over the whine of the hover cycle. Picking up speed once again, he took the next right, then weaved his way slowly back towards the Alliance base.

Not only did his path give him a chance to see if they were being followed, but it gave him a chance to speak. "Ranth, you're new. I'll forgive you this time, especially because I appreciate what it is you want to do." He glanced in the rear view mirror, squinting at a vehicle briefly before it turned away. He turned back to the conversation. "Anne n' I've been working together for a few years now. I understand when something is a suggestion, and something is an order. There's a right chance that the Alliance would be looking for us, and we ain't doin' the ship no good bein' locked up and forgot about." He glanced in his side view mirror, squinting again, but trying not to move his head. He was pretty sure they were being followed, but...the vehicle didn't look the same. Just the occupants.

Lifting his hand, he wiped his mouth, a not uncommon gesture for him. While his hand was hiding his mouth, he muttered to Kes that he thought they were being followed. He hoped the man would be able to confirm or deny it. Dropping his hand, he turned right a second time, heading away from the Alliance base. He had to be sure, and he couldn't head straight into the jaws of a waiting trap. "Besides, Mister Ranth, the Captain and I have some code phrases, and that wasn't one of 'em. She was free from eavesdroppers when she sent it." The green light flashed again, catching his peripherals, and his foot lowered on the ion pedal a bit more.