Eye of the Hurricane

Summary:
September 13 2014: Melinda May, Mike Drakos and Jericho Trent share coffee before the mission to Greenland

Starbucks near the Triskelion

Much like any other starbucks ever


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There are Starbucks everywhere. Like, seriously, everywhere. There's almost directly across the street from the Tri, and it's open twenty four hours which makes it kind of ideal for the kind of meeting that Jericho wants to have. He didn't particularly want to have it actually in the Tri partly because he still doesn't trust SHIELD, much as he does trust May, and partly because the coffee here's better. At the moment, Jericho is very much availing himself of that.

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Melinda May is sitting across from Trent with a chai tea in front of her. Not because she particularly likes the stuff, but more to keep the baristas from giving her the stinkeye. Coulson they love, that man drinks coffee like air. Her, not so much.

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How long does it take to catch up with family? Long enough for Hydra to attack your home, apparently; Mike has been in Seattle for three days, and when he found out about the riots, he cut his visit short, put on his Big Robot pants (and the rest of the chassis) and discovered that he can, in fact, beat the express jet from SeaTac to JFK by a good five hours, because he can go sub-orbital. It's a little exciting getting into the area when it's under high alert.

A black Corvette pulls up in front of the Starbucks, and spits out a man in black leathers, with blue hair but otherwise human-looking. He got some WEIRD email that he's not entirely sure of, just as he was getting back into the NYC cell network, so he's here to see what it's about.

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Jericho sips his coffee. They've been here for about twenty minutes and the hacker hasn't quite gotten down to business yet. He mentioned they were still waiting on one and it was an introduction that May might find useful anyway. At least he doesn't fill the silence with inane, pointless chatter. Much like May, Jericho knows the value of quiet observation. When Mike gets out it takes Jericho a moment to recognize him. He's used to the mutant having gold skin as well as blue hair, but the facial recognition kicks in and pulls up Mike's file right away.

"Ah, there he is." He nods in Mike's direction. "Right on time, too."

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Melinda May has more than enough training to keep herself from turning to look toward the person Trent indicated, so instead she simply nods at the hacker and takes a sip of her chai. If this person were a threat, or were to suddenly become so, she knows the man seated across from her well enough by now to read his body language should it come down to it. Currently, he seems as much at ease as he ever does.

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Mike stops to order a chai tea, unsweet, to watch them thrash, but no coffee because, honestly, friends don't let friends drink burned coffee. He pays and goes over to the table where Trent (with his jangling collection of weird metal interlacing) is sitting with a woman who looked vaguely familiar from behind… Glancing at May, he says, "I believe you were the one on the other end of Darcy's walkie-talkie."

Robot never forgets a face? Well, at least he hasn't garbage-collected this one.

"What's up?" he asks, getting to the point, "I eventually need to see if my apartment is still there."

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"May this is Mike Drakos. He's with the X-Men Red team. I just wanted to make at least one introduction to someone reliable on SHIELD." Sure, Roberto is interfacing with the senior SHIELD leadership, but Jeri's never had much use for that. "I also wanted to see how strike preparations are coming. The sooner we head to Greenland, the sooner we can put this whole ugly mess to bed." And certainly, the hacker sounds like he'd like nothing better. Damn Hydra virus weapons.

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Melinda May finally turns to look up at Drakos, her eyes quickly evaluating the man. Blue hair. Not the weirdest choice she's ever seen, and considering the team he's part of, possibly not a choice at all. After the momentary stare, she nods to the man, then says aside to Trent, "The Bus is ready any time." And for a short hop like Greenland, they can likely have far more people passenging than the jet is designed to accomodate long-term.

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Mike gets up when they call his order, grabs it and returns.

"We've actually met already," Mike says. "Out in Montauk. That was the night I killed my first eldritch horror. For whatever value of 'killed' applies to those things."

He considers for a moment, and shrugs, because nobody's told him that SHIELD cares about this stuff… although he's pretty sure they're a 'you don't need to know' agency.

"I'm the guy who provided you with the design for the virus-searching moths. I hope they've been useful."

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Jericho leans back, sipping his coffee. "I'e already briefed Red Team about the upcoming strike so we don't get another Friendly Fire incident like we had in Gaza." He nods over to Mike. "SHIELD should have his public dossier. Everyone on Red Team had one and their leader turned them over." He sighs a bit tiredly. The stress of all this is starting to catch up with him a bit.

"So what is the news, May? When do we roll?"

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Melinda May studies Trent for a long moment. "As soon as you've had a decent night's sleep. Or two days. Whichever happens first." She's betting that it'll be two days before he gets any decent sleep. She then looks at Drakos again. "Your team gonna be needing transport there and back?"

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"We can get there," Mike answers. "But it might be easier to go in one basket. No, that's a terrible idea. We should coordinate and go separately. What are the approaches? Air, ice, land, water, underwater?"

Given that Mike will end up having to adapt whatever they use to get there if it's at all unusual, he's going to ask now while he has time to work something up.

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"The base is dug into the Greenland Icecap at the site of an old secret US military facility designed to house nuclear missiles." Jericho explains quietly. "It looks like it's been expanded upon somewhat. So our routs in are limited. There are only two access control points unless we want to blast through lot of ice which would either take time or be violent enough that I might be concerned about rupturing any virus storage they have." He glances over to May, no knowing what SHIELD has planned on that front. Hopefully not arial bombardment.

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Melinda May shakes her head. "The only option we have on the table so far will take time and likely would be very noticeable." Repulsors and lasers both are noisy, time-consuming, and heat-generating. "Unless we find someone that can control ice, we're stuck to the two established access points." And that can get really, really messy.

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"What I need to know is what kind of vehicle I'll have to … wait. We have someone who can control ice, to a degree. I've been getting on him to think more creatively about it but it may not have sunk in… still. We may have a few other options, from the other X-Men teams. So, worst case, do I need a quadraphibious vehicle, or will a plane do the job?" Mike says. Pragmatic robot is pragmatic.

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"An aircraft should do fine for getting in and out. Most of the action will have to be on foot I imagine. Those security corridors will be purposely narrow. I doubt there'll be many places to employ a vehicle of any kind unless it's some kind of mobile drill." Jericho makes a face and looks away for a moment. "Ordinarilly I'd be about glassing the place, but if the virus is relased onto the ice cap, it's cold enough there that it won't simply go away. It could be all over the North in months, worse case.

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"We're already prepping a group of snowmobiles to get to the access points, but I suspect they're going to be just as useless on ice as anything else. Sure won't help us once we're inside. I'm also having the Bus outfitted with snowshoes. She's too heavy to land directly on the ice." Interesting how May doesn't seem bothered by the actual concept of landing on ice, just that whatever vehicle she's discussing by name doesn't suffer from it.

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"A hydrogen bomb would probably take it out, but that would be a bit of overkill," Mike says. "It really only has to be held at 400 degrees for five minutes to completely cook it."

One might notice by now… Mike's brain works backwards sometimes. He sometimes comes up with the most effective method damn the consequences, then moves backwards. Once he was asked how to get rid of a particularly obnoxious person and he suggested detonating the sun, just to be sure. And he realizes, that's probably what he's doing here. Back on topic, Metal Head.

"In any case. As long as they're within 500 feet of me, mass less than 50 tons, and I'm not being too distracted, snowmobiles will work just fine on ice, because I'll keep them from sliding around or falling in holes. Just don't ask me to do other things at the same time."

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"Mike here is a technopath." Jericho supplies in case May's having a hard time following. "Your R and D teams would love him. Mike, I'd be a bit careful around the Bus though. May gets protective of her aircraft." Just once, Jericho jokingly suggested altering some of the instrumentation in the cockpit. He vaguely remembers his shoulder aching for days afterwards. Toucheth not the May's vehicles. Or radio presets. Or computer systems. Just… don't touch.

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Melinda May eyes Drakos again at that tidbit of information. "You're right, the R&D teams /would/ love you." Fitz would likely lose his ability to speak for a full twenty seconds.

"Yes, I'd appreciate it if you didn't 'tinker' with SHIELD equipment," May adds at the mention of being careful around the Bus. Even if it had not already been decided that Lola is staying home for this, May would insist upon it now for sure. Because as protective as she is of the Bus, she has NOTHING on Coulson's protective streak when it comes to that modified 'Vette.

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"Technomancer," Mike corrects, "with a focus on vehicles. You're the technopath. I don't hack complex systems, never bothered to learn since I can just talk to what they're made of."

He smiles at the 'protective' and says, "I will not do anything to any vehicle you own, operate, or claim dominion over, without your permission, unless it's necessary and urgent repairs to keep it operational while we're using it."

Sadly, Mike won't meet Lola, and thus won't make her even nicer than he did for Domino's 'vette, but then Lola isn't likely to be in the same state of need, not having had Deadpool Butt dropped into it like a mortar shell.

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Jericho chuckles and puts his hands up. "Fair enough… though I've never heard of it like that before. Technopathy. Makes me sound like a psychic." It may be kind of the same thing but it fits in Jeri's head space a bit different.

"If you want my advice, it might be good for the two of you to stay in contact after this is over. SHIELD and Red team probably need a manner of communication that isn't one high executive to another. Too hard for things to get up that high some times, and too many considerations on who will hear what." That's a vote of confidence in May's ability to keep secrets. Not SHIElD's. Oh, Jeri's already plenty upset with SHIElD's propensity to leak things to other organizations. Organizations like Stormwatch.

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Melinda May looks from Trent to Drakos and back, then nods. "Fair enough." She reaches into her pocket for her phone and sets it on the table. If Drakos is anything like Trent, she won't have to manually fill in the blue-haired man's contact info.

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"I suppose that staying in touch would be good," Mike says, sending a near-field contact card to May's phone. Although, technically, he's not near-field, and May still has to accept it, because he's just using the 'bog-standard' protocol. He would send the same to Jericho but … he already has it. So instead he just sips at his chai tea and wonders why Starbucks can make an awesome unsweet chai tea when their coffee is so much like battery acid.

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You'd think Mike would approve of batter acid. Or at least Jericho would. He seems content though. Job's done and no one shot at eachother. "This may be the first time I've introduced allies that didn't take an immediate dislike to one another." The hacker murmurs over his coffee. May's right. He's not getting any rest until this is put to bed. Well, not likely, anyway.

Melinda May picks up her phone, sees the contact card notice, accepts it, and nods at the data. "I'm surprised you haven't had Stark beating down your door already, Drakos."

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"What, you think we'd shoot at each other? Neither of us is carrying a gun," Mike says, "and all the metal she's carrying is fond of her. And yeah, I've already met with Mr. Stark, since we share an employee. Man is entirely too casual about his health."

He looks at Jeri, measuring the change in his eyes, and whispers to the metal and tech, Query: system health? without actually making those human noises.

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"It's happened before…" The meeting of Partisan and Illyana was an epic disaster. Seriously. It was all kinds of bad. Fortunately neither of them died. Sort of.

Jericho's traces whisper back to Mike's in that supernatural way. Processing. System health nominal. Stage four integration at thirty four percent. Unexpected Feature: Core nature alteration, high mana conentration near Bio-Etheric resivoir, introduction of Limbo-Centric personality features. Integration completed. Adjustments calculated. No difficulty anticipated.

"Stark, or your employee?" Jericho says dryly. He's met both. And the answer to that question is 'yes.'

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Wait, what? 'Fond of her'? May looks at Mike oddly as if trying to puzzle out that comment. She gives up after a moment, though, and she knows who Drakos is referring to with the 'casual about his health' comment. She saw Stark in action while they were overseas, and it was … worrying. But, he seemed to have solved his problem and that's enough for May.

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"I was thinking Stark, but it also applies to Reha," Mike says. "But it applies to you too. Your cyber is still burning you, isn't it? I'll try to figure out a better heat-sinking method so it won't have to do that so much."

He looks at May and smiles, "A gentleman never reveals a lady's secrets, but your tools are treated very well and they reflect that care. But I won't be more specific than that. My mother would scold me."

More like make me sit through a month of choir practices with them flailing at Rutter, he thinks.

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Jericho sighs. "Still, but what choice do I have in the matter? It's either get burned or stay out of the field. I don't really know what's making them spark like that. And just so you know, I'm imagining your mother as a very, very matronly station wagon. Or maybe a minivan."

May gets a bit of a grin. "Apparently he can talk to tools and machines. He held an in depth converation with my implants. It was… kind of disturbing truth be told, to be bypsssed like that. No reflection on you Mike it was just odd."

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Melinda May's eyebrows quirk together at that, and she reaches into a different pocket for the most innocent of her accoutrement — the Leatherman. "So you don't just interact with electronics, then." She ALMOST says it, but stops herself. Fascinating. "You must hear some very interesting stories."

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"My mother is an Episcopal priest," Mike says, laughing at Jericho. "No mechanical aptitude at all. Well, no more than ordinary people. Not like Dad or me. And the cyber started that conversation."

He looks carefully at the man's implants. "Huh. OK. I think I know why you get burned. You use your hard-light fields to block things … but the emitters have to draw on your own bio-electric fields … so I'd guess electrolyte depletion around the leads and emitters and then it has to use you as a heat-sink or burn out in those areas when you take something too heavy. I might be able to come up with a suit…"

Persona fork! Mike spawns a second consciousness thread to work on that problem, and looks at the Leatherman.

"That's a beautiful tool. I … it remembers you and another person. If I ask it outright I'd probably learn details of your work that I'm not cleared to know. But it's in good repair, no dull blades, no dirt build-up or oxidation in strange places."

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"I won't stop you from working, but you've got your own people to take care of, and if they're really going to step up and play in the big leages like this - for which by the way I at least am grateful - then they're probably going to need all the support they can get." X-Men Red has a lot of talent and a lot of power behind it… but it's got some classic X-Men problems in its organization and it's lacking some experience in key areas. Illyana, for example, is the only one with tactical experience, and hers is all in demonic warfare.

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Melinda May actually smiles faintly at what Drakos says about the Leatherman. "It's probably remembering Coulson. He might be going with us to Greenland, if he's not pulled for another mission instead." She looks about to say more when her phone blips softly and she looks at it. "I need to get back. Trent, keep me posted, and I'll do the same." She moves to stand, the phone and the Leatherman both going into pockets.

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"Good evening, Ms. May. And I should be going as well," Mike says. "I was in Seattle a few hours ago, and I still haven't seen whether my apartment is still intact."

Seriously, the rioting was … unexpected. But he'll be doing what he can about that, once he can review the logs of what happened. And when did Mike end up being the guy who has spies in every corner of Mutant Town? Wait, the stupid Burning Idiots festival, that's right.

He swigs down the rest of his chai, and says, "Ping me tomorrow. And get some sleep soon, before your cyber decides to rebel."


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