And Call Me in the Morning

Summary:
July 27 2014: Jericho calls Hank McCoy to check up on progress counteracting the hydra virus.

Telephone call

Everywhere and Nowhere


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Jericho is relaxing at his safe house. In which he is alone. Ish. As alone as he ever gets these days with a Limbo demon running about and - he's fairly sure - sleeping under the couch. He's had time to get himself a bath and feel human again so… perhaps it's time for him to do something that really he probably should have done a couple days ago. Time dilation. It's a thing, apparently.

Hanks' email lights up. A polite, if sparely worded request for a conversation from everyone's least favorite hacker.

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Beast has been very busy at work trying to figure out how to counteract the two strains of the viruses that he has, but he's come close to something that could work as an immunization. He's been testing the viability and current ability to block and destroy the virus when the email comes in. With a brief growl, he turns from his work to answer the email with another sparse reply…something about calling.

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Well okay. He did want to be polite about it, but that sounds like permission to call the secure line they've talked via a couple of times. It's the matter of literally a thought to get the call on it's way. "Doctor McCoy?" Jericho sits up from where he'd been reclining on his couch and pages through a few papers. "Got a few minutes?"

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Beast puts the phone on speaker as he continues working, "Mr. Trent…not really, but I suppose now is as good of a time to talk as any other." After all, he's been pretty much holed up in his lab for the last couple of weeks, it's not a bad thing for him to be speaking to someone other than himself.

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"I was calling to see how progress was coming on the virus." The hacker says as he pops some crasins into his mouth and chews.

"Mmmm. Oh, and to let you know of some new developments. I got hauled in by SHIELD to answer some questions a while back. I'm afraid your name came up. They didn't like at all the sample of the virus I passed to my contact there… and liked the my answers to their questions even less. Looks like there's a third strain out there. One designed to lock down mutant powers and then kill with enough cyanide to put down a rhinoceros. Didn't make much sense to them, but it does to me." Beat. "I think someone plans to go mutant hunting with it. Strong ones. WHich means they expect some resistance to whatever they're planning."

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Beast pretty much snarls at the question, "I've been working on it since you got me the details…it's not like this is something that I do every day and have the equipment to do! I'm making progress, but the batches are limited." There's another low little growl, "Yes, I know about that third strain. I would advise local hospitals to stock up on the antidote to cyanide although most victims might not make it there. I'm already dealing with two strains…I don't think I can deal with a third that also has the cyanide antidote in it. As it is, this is very delicate."

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There's a long pause. Jericho is ordinarily very reluctant to subject anyone to the tender ministrations of SHIELD scrutiny but… "Is it a matter of equipment? I know someone who is taking this very seriously… and who could probably get you to a very, very well equipped biolab."

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"It's a matter of equipment, time, and knowledge. Since we don't know when the attack will happen, we want all of this ready as soon as possible, but failure to make it work may mean multiple deaths. It may be life and death for you and I and our friends. It's so much more than equipment," Beast points out.

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"Okay, incoming e-mail." The following e-mail from Jeri is just a phone number. "That connects to Melinda May, of SHIELD. She's the only person in that place I trust to handle this properly. Tell her Trent sent you and what this is about and I don't think you'll have any problems at all."

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There is a somewhat long pause on the other end of the phone before Beast finally speaks again, "Look. Do you want me to work on figuring this out so that we can make sure that people live or do you want me to be networking and meeting new people? Because I do NOT have time for both! There is far too much subterfuge around this for my liking as it is, and I am not going to deal with SHIELD red tape just because you're sending me a name. If you want them to be a part of it, fine, but I'm not going to take time from my work to wait for an appointment to meet with an Admin to the Admin to the Admin." Thus spake the Scientist.

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"Just trying to be helpful." Comes Jericho's apologetic reply. "May seems to have some pull though, so I rather doubt you'll be given the run around. Otherwise I'm not quite sure how to get you the gear or expertise it seems you need. I'll grant you that involving them is a… suboptimal solution. If I hadn’t been hauled in by them I wouldn't have involved them in an organizational capacity at all." Just May, which is quite enough. "That said, is there anything I can do on my end for you that doesn't involve passing info to SHIELD?"

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"If I call SHIELD and ask for anyone by name, you can be damned sure that I'll get the runaround, no matter who it is or who I am," is the curt reply. "I don't know where you seem to think I am, but I cannot have equipment delivered here." That would be putting the school in danger and it's not his call to make. "I can send you my formula and you can pass it on to those with the equipment to disperse it."

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"I do not think you are anywhere, Doctor McCoy. Tracking someone without a reason to do so is rude." Jericho laughs. "And that number goes right to Melinda May's cell. Do you think I am in the habit of calling the front desk?" He's not. Receptionists are irritating. "You're the expert and I frankly don't know what your needs are so we'll play this whatever way you prefer."

There's a pause. "On one other note, I don't suppose you know anyone with familiarity in cybernetics."

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"Look," is given with a sigh, "If you want me to make friends with SHIELD, then I can't work on this. If you want me to work on this, I can't make friends with SHIELD. Having equipment to make this in bulk isn't going to affect making it correctly so that it -works-. If you have a place that can make it in bulk and distribute it, all you need is the formula and someone reasonably competent to reproduce it in large quantities. I'd rather make it so that it -works-." There's another pause as Beast scrubs his face with his hands, "Yes, I do. But he's busy at the moment."

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"Alright." Jericho more than respects the desire to not have anything to do with SHIELD. "Let me know when you have it and I'll get it made. And any special instructions you may have. This is your OP Doctor."

The note that Hank does indeed know someone is hopeful. "Alright. Well at some point if you wouldn't mind dropping my name? I have a cybernetic… um… issue, that's starting to worry me and no one I can really trust to look at it."

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There's another sigh, "I won't get to any cybernetic issue until I'm certain that the formulae work and that people won't die because of some HYDRA chemical warfare. Do you think you could wait that long?" Beast just shakes his head as he moves about the lab, the phone still on speakerphone.

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"Probably." Jericho hopes. It hasn't killed him yet, after all. "I've got a line on where this stuff may be coming from, so I'm following that up. Anything else you need from me, doc?"

"Time. A firm deadline so I'm not thinking that this needs to be done tomorrow?" Not that it would stop him, but Hank's been working around the clock on this.

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Ah. There he can help. "Not more than a couple weeks. There's been a spike in Hydra network chatter and what I'm seeing has all the hallmarks of a major operation spinning up. So yeah, you're right Doc. Clock's ticking."

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Beast sighs, "So it -does- needs to be done tomorrow." Essentially. So much for sleep. "I'll try to call that number, but every minute I'm dealing with SHIELD is time taken away from figuring this out. Just so you know."

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"May won't give you the run around. Hell, she hardly talks. But handle it however you think best. And ping me if there's anything I can do. By the way, I've got that raid in the works. Nancy tells me you guys are setting up a safe house for the kids, so thanks for that. I mean it. I wasn't sure what we were gonna do with them."

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"I've passed the information along. I'm busy in the lab," he says, yet again. "I knew that the others would want to help. If you want to get the ball rolling since you already have this connection with this 'May', that would help a great deal."

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"I can do that. And Doctor… thanks. For everything. Good luck. Jericho out."

And with that the line goes dead.


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