Safe Haven (Language)

Summary:
June 09 2014: Aspect and Partisan arrive at one of her safe houses and discuss future plans.

Safe House

A derelict taxicab headquarters building now converted into one of the Partisan's safe houses.


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It had been a taxicab company once upon a time, and then they'd gone out of business hard. With cars sold folks started preparing to sell the building proper, until an anonymous inspector found both lead paint -and- asbestos in addition to black mold. So the place had been sold to a faceless corporation, one Partisan just so happened to own. It's a large two story north of the city proper, somewhat near that commercial airport. Big chain link back lots, and a proper fucking for multiple cars. Part'd been using it somewhat recently, as evidenced by a trio of a field of picked over aircraft strewn across the back lot. An aviation junkyard then, which makes it easy enough to hide activity because who the fuck cares about any of that?

Anywho that R-32 sweeps into that cavernous garage, and eases to a stop beside an old Porsche 930 up on wood blocks."Right, here we are. Theres literally a cell tower in the backyard, so I figured this might be your sort've bag."Sliding from the Volkswagen before circling around to offer Aspect a hand up. "C'mon, We got a staircase and then your good to go."

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As earlier in the day Jericho takes the hand and lets her haul him up. He hadn't seen how they'd gotten here, he'd been napping for a good chunk of the last hour or so, but a quick ping on the cell tower lets him know exactly where they are. He looks about and nods. "Nice place." He seems to mean it. It's perfect for a safe house. Large, easy to hide in and in a place no one is going to really care about. The mention of stairs makes him wince a bit but it already hurts less than it did, thanks to Parti's quick first aid and the polymorpher's regen function. "Right, let's… get up there, then."

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Partisan smirks a tad "Cowboy the fuck up dumbass."Guiding Aspect patiently across the garage and to a thankfully hand railed set of stairs leading to the second story, lofted offices it seems. "I picked it up for a fucking song, This place is way below the radar but lets keep it that way. No lights in rooms without blackout windows, the usual shit alright?"The place smells, like a mixture of grease and dust but thankfully not a hint of mold. The offices are, quite large and the one she opens has been converted into something like a one room minimalist apartment. "There's a shower and bathrooms down at the end of the hall. No hot water, but there is heat and AC so it ain't too bad right?"

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"Not at all. A lot better than a lot of the places I've stayed, really." He's moving a bit better but still needs the rails to haul himself up the stairs. Maybe another day for mobility, if not less pain. Pain he can deal with though. "Is this where you've been staying between our last jobs?" He looks about. It certainly has everything she'd need to do so if she had. He nods at her, really quite sensible, security precautions. Heck, he doesn't need light if it comes right down to it.

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Partisan shakes her head "No I have an actual house out here in Westchester, and an apartment in New York."She tugs open the door across the hallway, and kicks down the doorstop to reveal a proper fucking armory. Seconds mostly, M16s, AK-47s, some bolt actions, lots of glocks and uzis and so fourth in addition to -crates- of grenades. "I don't have a shooting range, but obviously if you feel the need to use anything beyond those P90s I scored you feel free. I'm not Santa Claus though, so don't go robbing me blind alright? Rest of the offices have primarily aviation equipment I doubt you'll find interesting unless you just have a massive hard on for Pratt and Whitney."

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"Not per se, but I've been known to be handy with machines before." Jericho says as he looks over the armory. It's nice stuff and he may make use of it from time to time. Probably still need to source custom gear for his infiltration stints though. "Quite a collection you've got there, though." She's probably a better gunsmith than he is. Strike that, she is a better gunsmith than he is. Still. "Let me know if you need a particular one kept up or PMCS'd."

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Partisan shrugs "This is all overflow and stuff I'm holding for trade with various revolutionary types, so no worries honey I didn't bring you here to work."Quietly snagging an ashtray as she moves to the balcony overlooking the garage, before lighting up with a pleasant little sigh. "It is relatively safe though, nobody does fire code inspections on what is ostensibly a derelict building. So when you don't feel like shit, go and look around. I've welded sheet steel over alot've the windows and welded alot've the doors shut."

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"Mmmm. Sensible. Fewer entry points to worry about." He casts his gaze about the parts of it he can see anyway. "May take you up on that 'staying here for a bit' thing too. I need to make sure my loft hasn't been compromised after all this. I'd been planning to move anyway but no use in going back to get what few things I have if it has been."

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Partisan nods softly "Live simply Jericho, as absolutely bare bones simple as you can. The fuckers who get popped, are the ones who are too tied down. The point where you have anything in your life you can't walk away from when the heat is on, is the time to quit and retire."Glancing back as she works her cigarette. "You wanna do that, you let me know. I could find you someplace where you'd be able to rest easy, as long as you don't mind learning a language."

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"I don't have much there. Frankly Hydra's already taken most of the things I'd have considered indispensable before all this mess. But I do have some kit there that'd I'd rather have back." He chuckles as she glances back. "Is it Arabic? I already speak that. I wouldn't mind learning a new one I suppose."

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Partisan just smirks "Nyet, mi'droog. Lots of good places in Eastern Europe, and as long as you stay out of the cities? Well it hasn't changed so much since I was born there, people are nice and keep to themselves. They don't rat, and they don't pry. The air is clean, the food is amazing and the nights are very quiet."she shrugs "Everyone speaks enough Russian for you to get by, but you tell them your American they'll just think you're some sort've CIA. It's been sketchy since the whole Balkan intervention."

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Fortunately, Jericho looks more middle eastern than anything else. "Mmmmm. May take you up on that too one day… if I can ever get my little problem here sorted. Quiet would do me some good." For all he's likely to see it. Which is to say, probably not happening any time soon. "Though I suppose I'd have to be careful. Hate to be mistaken for a Chechen sympathizer in the wrong place." He smiles. "Sounds like you miss home a bit, though, if you don't mind my saying."

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Partisan smirks "Oh sure, honor killings, arranged marriages, crooked cops and -rampant- sexism. It's lovely if you've got a dick, otherwise not so much. Why you think I didn't want to settle down there, or Colombia for that matter." Ashing her cigarette quietly before glancing back. "Argentina is nice though, and Peru isn't a terrible place to vanish either."

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"Never been to either." Beat, small smile. "Officially. Unofficially, I prefer Argentina. Man can they serve a steak." He sighs. "Though we're getting a bit far afield, I suppose." Jericho moves over to a table and leans against the edge, half sitting as he calls up some data to be projected over his arm. "What's your next move?"

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"Far a field, I couldn't disagree more. You need to have an exit plan, I might be able to do this forever but you can't. Just because someone skullfucked your life doesn't mean you can't retire at some point, find a good woman and get a chance to be a father. If you wanna do this until they kill you, well that's your call but I'd think that's very fucking stupid of you." Part turns finally, holding the ashtray in one hand as she smokes. "Next move, is I need to locate and re-secure Nancy. Then I need to construct a contingency for her, and once I'm certain she's been sorted and is well? Then I start killin' motherfuckers like it's goin' out of style."

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"I really don't, but I think we'd both agree that it's too hot for me to try an exit strategy just now, even if I had one." Which he doesn't. At the mention of Nancy, he sighs a bit. "Mmmm. That reminds me, I need to check in on her mother soon. Promised her I'd keep an eye on her." He's been doing so and while Annabeth is definitely stable, she's not what he'd call in a good place. Fortunately her new neighbor 'Jeremy Trevors' has been around to help out a bit. Lady's a handful though, and not in a pleasant way, no question.

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Partisan frowns "Bullshit, say the word right now and I'll get you someplace they'll never find you right now. Not tomorrow, not an hour from now. Right now. Do this because you can, not because you have to. Keep up at this pace and you'll burn out, slip up and take one to the noodle. Then not only are you gone, but everything will have been for nothing. You only win, if you get away. That is the only condition for victory, survival."She lets that hang out there as she snuffs out her cigarette. "I'm a fucking man eating werewolf and I've been a better mother to her than that bitch has, she's going to school -where- and she can't crawl her way out've a bottle with a fucking stepladder."

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Jericho isn't so sure about the 'never find him again' bit, but that's a discussion for another day. "I don't disagree with you Pa- er, Tabitha, but it was the only way I could get her to run. And believe me, she needed to. Polyglobal wasn't messing around about the bringing her in bit." He sighs. "Anyway, I promised and I keep my promises." It's clear that he thinks something is off about the whole thing with Nancy's mom. He's got that look that says the pieces don't quite fit right together.

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Partisan nods sagely "I'd love to be able to get a DNA test done, but that's getting a little invasive. How surprised would it be if she turned out to be no relation, I mean this isn't exactly too evil for Polyglobal or Hydra right? Maybe I'm just getting too wrapped up in the whole affair, but I mean no assumptions can be made here."

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"I wouldn't put it past them, sure, but the fact of the matter is that Nan thinks of the woman as her mother so from that standpoint at least for the moment whether or not that's true is kind of moot." Jericho sighs and runs his hand through his hair, looking at Partisan with his head canted for a moment as if remembering something she said and putting two and two together. "Though, perhaps not forever… Anyway, among other things, I don't want Polyglobal using her mom to leverage Nancy somehow. She doesn't deserve that. And Nan would feel all kinds of guilty of her mom drank herself to death. Which… I'm not sure I can prevent long term." That look again. Yeah, something's bothering him about that.

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Partisan lifts her hands "Presuming her liver holds together for long enough, they will absolutely use her against Nancy." Bitch is cold yo. "Anyway, so. I keep meaning to ask and forgetting, can you do me a favor? It's nothing serious, but well I feel like a bit of an idiot for needing to ask. I need a laptop, which is like secure. I need it so I can watch all these television shows, pop culture and shit right? Like, X-files, Star Trek, and whatever else. Even before yaknow, black site for like ten years I was a little behind."

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Listens before breaking into a subdued smile and nods. "Yeah, absolutely doable. If you have one you like I can fortify it for you, otherwise I can get something suitable without too much trouble. Part of blending in now that you look twenty, I assume?" He's still getting used to that part. "Won't be too hard, at any rate. I already have a lot of the code written to cover my own activities."

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Partisan nods softly "Well alot've it is just knowing what I look like I should know, so cartoons and popular TV shows are a big part of it. I should have done it with Ingrid, but well I was hiding behind the whole Scandinavian thing most of the time. Now though, well I don't own any music that isn't vinyl and I haven't watched a TV show since America landed on the moon."

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Jericho looks thoughtful for a moment. "Well the music you're actually in luck with. You can just say you're more into classics or something. There's a subset of generally rich… 'hiptsters' they're called, that are into old obscure things like that. The Pop culture stuff… yeah, can't help you there, no way around that. I can get you a list though, if you don't have it already. Or you can ask Nancy."

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Partisan waves a hand dismissively "I've surfed 4chan enough to have built up a good list of things I need to watch, listen to and so fourth."yes, the Hundred year old is reading 4chan. "It's been a pretty good resource for getting my head around modern young people, not so different really just different word usage. Was sort've sorry to see the big thing against Scientology turned into socialist hippy bullshit."

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"Suppressive Persons, y'know." Jericho winks. Yes winks. That was a joke. To Partisan. "Well if you're good on the target list front, I'll get your hardware set up." He pauses. "And I won't tell Nancy if you'd prefer I not." That's only half a joke. He doesn't go around spilling secrets. Even relatively inconsequential ones.

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Partisan smirks "Thank you, I do appreciate it Jericho. Now why don't you go lay down alright, I got shit to unpack and then I'll get moving on dinner. Alright?"Reaching aside to set her little ashtray down. "Hows beef stew and cornbread sound, American enough for you?"

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Jericho turns and makes for the spare bed, a bit slower than usual. "Sounds delicious, Bianca. And yes, very, very American. Give me a shout if you need anything I can help with."


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