[ Like hell he's gonna meet up with Captain of the Zombie Confederate Army unarmed, though. Jesse's carrying a piece or two, as always. Not in sight or intended for use, but for self-defense. He waits, just like he said he would, standing with his back leaning back against a pew close the entrance. ]
[ Joel comes armed, too, but that's only because he goes everywhere armed - frankly, he doesn't see Jesse as a threat at all, he's just not sure why this kid called him out of the blue - especially after their last encounter.
Joel doesn't consider himself a curious person by nature, but he has to admit, this has his attention. ]
[ Honestly, the method or the place of sharing intelligence doesn't matter. Probably. Haven's got the whole place locked down. Their phone conversations are definitely being tapped, but it'd be stupid to assume there's a safe place to chat. The point behind this isn't precaution: it's action. Joel isn't somebody he's super fond of, but he's lived to age - what, fifty, sixty? - into the apocalypse.
He's worth contacting. Jesse eyes him approaching with an overall neutral squint. ]
Someone's been hoardin' explosives. A whole shitload of 'em.
[ No who, where or what just yet - Joel may decide from the get-go it's too stupid or risky. Because, you know, it kinda is. ]
[ Explosives. Someone. Joel's own eyes narrow at the younger man, calculating. What's Jesse's angle? He doesn't think the kid would work for Yao, though he's been wrong before. But he really needs more information than that to make any kind of judgment call. ]
Who? And what for? [ Is Yao planning to blow them all to smithereens? Or is someone planning to do that to Yao? ]
Someone who could get into big trouble for it. [ He sticks both hands into his pockets and hunches his shoulders. ] You know that dead end, in the tunnels? That's our Point B. A room full'a cans of gas is Point A.
[ The latter, yo. He meets the calculating look with one of his own. ] We could use muscle.
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[ We've got bigger fish to fry, Texas. If you're into petty revenge. ]
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Now's good. Give me ten.
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Joel doesn't consider himself a curious person by nature, but he has to admit, this has his attention. ]
What's goin' on?
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He's worth contacting. Jesse eyes him approaching with an overall neutral squint. ]
Someone's been hoardin' explosives. A whole shitload of 'em.
[ No who, where or what just yet - Joel may decide from the get-go it's too stupid or risky. Because, you know, it kinda is. ]
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Who? And what for? [ Is Yao planning to blow them all to smithereens? Or is someone planning to do that to Yao? ]
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[ The latter, yo. He meets the calculating look with one of his own. ] We could use muscle.
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Could stand to know who this 'we' is - don't like workin' for people I don't know. You sure they're not with Yao?