Getting with the Program 2: Recruiting Falcon

Summary:
August 21, 2014: Jericho and May seek out Sam Wilson, to recruit him for their operation in Syria.

Harlem

Harlem used to be a mostly African-American through the decades, though this is no longer true (African-Americans are presently about 40 of the population.) The neighborhood has been the site of a number of amazing artistic booms, usually followed by equally devastating busts. Presently the area is slowly gentrifying, as is much of Manhattan. Other places of note include the Harlem Dance Theater whose troupe has toured internationally, the Harlem School of Arts, two well regarded hospitals and the City College of New York.


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Mood Music:
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There are a couple of record stores near where Sam Wilson grew up that have never entirely left the vinyl era. Sure, they've been selling CDs for decades now, and in the age of the download, any that wanted to survive have added alternative revenue sources — collectibles, musical instruments, skate gear, you name it — but the beating heart at the center of each is a large, longstanding collection of new and vintage vinyl records. Deejays and avid collectors have a mental map of these places: locations, knowledgeable clerks, days when new records show up.

Sam Wilson just knows that he can usually find some good vintage soul and R&B at a dingy little place around the corner from his mom's. And as he steps out onto the sidewalk today, big paper bag in hand and orange sunset sky overhead, it looks like he found just that: Not a haul, but a select handful of good deals.

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Waiting just outside said door, arms crossed and all that, is May from 'Transportation'. "Wilson." Without waiting for his response, she tilts her head in an indication that he follow, then turns to head for some tables and chairs just down the sidewalk a bit where an intentionally unmemorable individual waits. Likely with at least a beverage from whatever eatery the tables and chairs are associated with.

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Jericho is indeed doing his 'I'm the most boring thing here' trick. It's odd. It takes a moment to recognize him not because he looks different but just because everything about his body language and nonverbal cues screams 'unimportant.' It's an infiltration trick he's learned, as well as a survival skill. And this cherry coke is kind of delicious. The ham and beansprout panini? Not so much. That's more meh. He's not looking at May or Sam… which is not the same as saying he's not watching them. CCTV and Traffic Cam feeds afford Jericho a lot of situational awareness in urban situations. For the moment Trent the Boring does nothing but wait. May will bring Sam. By his ear if she has to.

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Sam lets out a quiet sigh when he spots May. "And here I was hoping I was gonna get in a nice relaxing night of listening to Curtis Mayfield," he comments, his expression wry. He follows her without hesitation, though, and smiles when he spots Mr. Nondescript. "Well, at least you're in one piece. That's an improvement over last time," he tells Jericho as they approach. Without waiting for permission, he takes a seat across from Jeri and glances at both of them curiously. "So, what brings you two to my neck of the woods?"

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Melinda May claims the third chair at the little table before answering Wilson. "You." Yeah, that ought to go over well. "We're going to check on something … out of town. I think you should accompany us." Yes, she did say 'us', and no she did not specify who 'us' is. Military combat training aside, Wilson's medical knowledge is a BIG reason why he was almost immediately near the top of May's 'must recruit' list for this jaunt to Syria.

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"Give me time…" Jericho murmurs softly. He's almost certain to get shot, burnt or otherwise injured on this 'little jaunt' because that's how these things go. "Nice to see you though, Sam. Been too long. Though, sadly, I've been a touch busy. Still plying the New York skies in search museums to defend?" That was the last time the hacker saw the PJ. Not that Jericho really bothers with who May is going to recruit because this is her bag, but he approves of Sam. A lot. Fellow soldier and decent human being who hasn't accused him of sleeping with anyone, nor taken offense his mere existence. Important qualities these.

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"I'm down," Sam says without hesitation. "Tell me when and where and what to bring. If Tony's going on this one, for instance, I'll need some extra equipment." His tone goes a little grim as he says this last — Stark's condition is an ongoing and serious concern, and one that's incredibly frustrating for a medic to have to face.

"Good to see you, too, Trent," he answers the veteran with a quick smile, shifting back into his habitual sociable demeanor. "Haven't seen a trace of that guy or his weapons since, thank god, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time."

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Stark. May hadn't considered inviting Stark. Should she? From the tone of Wilson's voice, that's not the best idea. Best way to find out, go to the source. "Why do you mention Stark?" May asks while pulling a business card out of a pocket. It has an address hand written on the back. "Should he be considered for this?"

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Jericho grins, that one's easy. "Because he's working for Stark. His bank account activity shows direct deposit payments consistent with a salary. Found yourself a nice job did you?" No, he hadn't known that a few minutes ago. He got curious at about the same time May did. While hacking Stark's assets might be problematic what with JARVIS and all, hacking Sam's bank? Nooooot really an issue.

That Tony Stark is Iron Man is not exactly a secret. Jericho has no idea how he might get along with him though. The guy seems fairly fast and loose and while Jericho plays that way himself often, this is gonna be a bit delicate.

Still, May's call.

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Sam nods at Jericho's rundown and elaborates with a wry smirk. "Yeah, Tony wants a medical division. Now that I'm there, I can tell why. And he was the one who pulled me in the last time I did a gig for SHIELD — you remember, that op with the sheep." Sam keeps his reference vague in case Jericho's not cleared to know where they went. "Since your guy — Barton? — called Stark in for an assist, I figured he was on your short list for this sort of thing." He grimaces and then shrugs his shoulders. "Then again, he belongs on medical leave right now. Not that I've got the authority to put him on it. At 100 percent, he's a hell of a thing to see, but he is far from 100 percent."

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Melinda May looks at Wilson sharply. She's had her suspicions about that, but has read reports saying that exploring that avenue too deeply only leads to … well. It's a bit like staring into the abyss. It does tend to stare back. "Maybe we should at least mention it to him." She offers the business card to Sam.

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Jericho isn't cleared to know most things being technically a civilian and arguably a criminal (whether or not he is depends on what list you read and who hacked it last. These days Jericho's pretty good about combating attempts to add him to various kinds of watch and wanted lists) not that this ever stops him from knowing things. The flip side of that coin is that he's generally content to remain ignorant on a lot of things so long as he believes they're not relevant to stuff he's doing. So no, he doesn't know about the sheep. Whatever they are.

"We're headed halfway around the globe, Sam, to a middle east hotspot. I'll let you guess which one. I've got a line on some things that needs investigated. SHIELD wants that too, hence May's presence here."

He looks to May. "I'll be headed out via another route tonight. With a friend." May knows which one. "But she'll keep out of your way if you like. Plenty of leads to go around."

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Sam listens closely to Jericho's informal briefing before reaching out to take the card from May. "I'll bring it up to him," he says. "Guys like Stark thrive under pressure — maybe this will give him the juice he needs to come up with something brilliant." He can hope, anyway. "Middle East, huh? It's always the damn Middle East," he grumbles. "But I read the news. I can make some guesses. Are we going out as soon as tonight?" He'll have to cancel plans.

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Melinda May nods to Jericho. That means one more berth available on the Bus, and room for Stark if he insists on going along. "Tonight if possible. Tomorrow more likely. Be there as soon as you can." She nods to the card and the address on it.

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"Sam, bring any NBC gear if you have it. Especially decon stuff. I can't guarantee we won't be exposed to something nasty and while the most likely culprit wouldn't hurt any of us, I'd hate for us to be turned into carriers." He's had to be very careful in that regard himself. "May, I'll meet you when you finally land in country… possibly before. Any questions either of us can answer? I know I've been all secret squirrel on you but I'd like you to go in with as much info as possible. I don't do the secrets game for fun. Usually."

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"Got it," Sam answers soberly, pocketing the card rather than tapping the address into his phone. One benefit of his training is that he can stick to basic infosec guidelines without needing to be told. "I'll bring that, plus my full standard kit." Meaning wings, specs, and medical supplies. Jericho's offer leaves him thinking for a second, then he says slowly, "I guess my main question is what kind of opposition we're expecting to face. Paramilitary? Superpowers? Not that it affects what I'll bring, but it will affect our tactics."

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Melinda May looks at Jericho. "Before we land would be better. Get the briefing done before we land." She looks at Wilson again. "That's part of the briefing." Translation: she doesn't know for sure herself yet, and she's HOPING Trent will fill everyone in so they don't have to go in there blind.

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"I'm not sure, to be honest," Jericho answers. "The weapon we're tracking was created by Hydra. I've been tangling with them for the better part of a year and had them throw everything from mundane criminal hitmen to energy rifle armed commandos at me. I'm not completely certain if we're going to be sniffing around actual Hydra facilities or just regular places they've made use of. Threat level's pretty variable here, sadly. I'm expecting it to get hot at some point just because that's how these things usually go for me."

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"Hm. Fair enough," Sam answers with a quick nod. At least they're being straightforward with him about what they do and don't know — he's had to deal with a lot more unnecessary obfuscation than this in the past. "I haven't dealt with HYDRA directly, but I know people who have. And, y'know, there's always the news." He offers them both a sardonic smile. "I'll come armed, unless you have specific weapons you want me to use."

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"Whatever you feel you need. If I get a heads up on a specific threat, my associate…" Jericho isn't completely sure May wants him mentioning the Partisan to Sam. "Or myself can get weapons in country. Long as you don't mind dealing with Russian stuff. Guns and munitions are laughably easy to get in the Middle East, as I'm sure you remember."

Jericho takes a deep breath and lets it out. "I'll be honest with you Sam I'm used to working with teams that are lot more ad-hoc and a lot less trustworthy. Still, SHIELD was until recently a big worry of mine." And it kind of still is, but in a different way. "So if I seem a bit tense, it's not personal. I like you pretty well and you've done more than fair by me."

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"Bring what you're used to bringing, and don't be afraid to pack a little heavy. We'll have a bit of cargo space available." A bit. Yeah. But, now that Wilson's confirmed he's in on this, May looks ready to leave again. The list of people to recruit actually increased. That gives her LESS time to prepare.

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"I appreciate it, Trent," Sam answers with a smile. "I might grumble about having to glue you back together from time to time, but I haven't had any cause to doubt either of you." He turns the smile on May as well. "If you need me, I'm there." Noticing that May's ready to move on, he stands and hefts his shopping bag, then pauses, giving it a glance. "I don't suppose you need an inflight DJ? I mean, if we're allowed to pack heavy…" He flashes a grin, particularly at May, and puts up a hand to forestall any objections. "Kidding. I'll just go get my stuff together and see you both later."

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Melinda May nods to Wilson, standing as well. "I'm sure there will be a vote for jazz." That would be Coulson. "But I draw the line at gangster rap." And Ke$ha. "Oh. And if you're going to bring vinyl, you won't need your turntable." She then nods to Jericho. Time to go.

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Jericho stands. Apparently he has a few more meet and greets to do today. Suits him fine though. "See you soon Sam. And thanks." The hacker waves as he turns to head in the direction May parked her car. "So who's next on the hit list?


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