Chaggo replies, “Seems to me you lot have been on the wrong path ever since you took this gig. All the cards are on the table now, kids. You’ll get Arry safe and sound, and if cold blood’s your cup of tea you’ll get a burly ork Adept body to show off to your new masters, too. How’s that for ‘literal truths,’ asshole?”
Re: Nail’s inquiry - Goethe had previously stripped Chaggo of his gear, including his commlink. The group will be in possession of it, and Nail would certainly be able to access it.
Nail activates Chaggo’s comlink with one hand, using the other to hold his pistol to the ork’s temple. Chaggo is still bound, and Nail must operate the comlink for him.
“Speak slowly and clearly, please,” Nail says casually before pushing the transmit button.
Chaggo sneers at Nail soundlessly before speaking into the comlink.
“Tory, Jax, listen up. Synthcorp has your address, and they’re coming for Arry. Get out now, if you want to keep your guts on the inside.”
There’s a short delay before the response. A man says, “Copy, boss. What do you want to do with the Native?”
“Leave him,” Chaggo says. “You kill him, and you’re next on Synthcorp’s list. Just get out now while you still can. Got it?”
“Already gone. Good luck.”
Chaggo glances meaningfully at Nail holding the pistol to his head. “Luck? Don’t need it. Now stop transmitting, you idiot. They’re monitoring the signal.”
Nail deactivates the comlink. “Happy now?” Chaggo says.
Soon afterward, Donovan’s sedan pulls into the driveway of Chaggo’s ‘safe’ house. From all appearances it’s a normal residence, although the building is quite old by Seattle standards. There’s a garage locked shut at the top of the driveway, and a wood front door. A well-kept wood plank fence sections off the back yard, where presumably there’s a second entrance. The building is two stories tall, and approximately 2200 square feet.
I’ll accept orders for how to proceed making entry to the house now. Chaggo is still bound with the zip-tie restraints.