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Royal purple, for Nureyev, a deep shade from a fancy (probably stolen) pen. A deep red fountain pen that perfectly matched her lipstick, for Buddy, how she found that, I have no idea. She produces a slightly less ornate ballpoint for Vespa that prints a bright green. The big guy untucks the carpenters pencil from his pocket and prints his own name neatly, in a rusty brown, just under Vespa's scrawl. Rita takes the longest, rummaging through her seemingly bottomless tote bag for her favorite tech-pen, the one I gave her as a 1-year-secratary-'aversery gift way back in the HCPD. It's got a pink glittery puff on top that scatters glitter everywhere, and has a flamingo in it. Her 'RITA!' comes out in swirling rainbow ink.
And then it's my turn. I rummage through the pockets of my coat, looking for anything to write with, and come up with an elegant looking fountain pen, nice but not too expensive, with BS engraved on the top. It's the twin to the one I lost years ago - engraved with JS and the rusty orange of the HCPD - I have no idea how Ben's ended up in the pocket of this coat, so far from Mars, but for once, I let it go. I shake myself a little and sign below them all, and then Nureyev reaches over me to finish the note "yours in crime, The Aurinkos." Buddy quirks an eyebrow, looking mildly amused if anything, but I can tell she's surprised as I am: Nureyev hasn't claimed the family like that, ever.
Staring at the letter, really more of a declaration of war at this point, as Vespa pins it to the massive gate, and seeing it in the back of my mind even as we watch Buddy and Jet pilot us off the planet, Nureyev's arm around my waist, Rita at my side, Vespa calling directions from the navigator's station, I keep seeing it: The Aurinkos.