[ It feels entirely too easy when David offers to help. Sharkface gives him a long, narrow look, then nods. Common goals. He can work with that. And if he sounds confident enough, maybe no one will realize he's improvising the entire thing. He's not smart like CT and Chica were, he's never been good at tech stuff, and the entire plan he's proposing - the plan that just netted him an ally - is relying on the proper understanding of a very new set of technology. If he fucks it up, someone could end up dead or brain damaged.

Breathe. See it through. ]

A medical grade scanner, to start. And a signal jammer.

[ It can be done, or at least it could back home. CT and Crow had rigged up work-arounds back in the day, after they had to start running. He'll have to make do in their absence. Somehow. ]

Won't be easy to find. Won't be cheap, either.

[ Sharkface crosses his arms, good eye narrowed. ]

But there's always somebody.