Greenland Debriefing

Summary:
September 15, 2014: Jericho and Lunair fill out after-action reports for Agent May. Roberto comes along to keep Lunair out of trouble and get May's opinion on the X-ers' performance.

The Triskelion


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It's the day after Greenland. Most everyone has had a chance to at least get a little rest. However, for people like May, the mission isn't truly over until the paperwork is completed. And for that to happen, she needs to talk to a few more people.

Amongst them is Lunair, the young woman that arrived with Drakos' crew, but May later realized was NOT part of the Red Team. She's already made a mental note to find out who authorized 'random elements' to join the party per se, even if in this case it worked out for the best. For the sake of fairness, she called Trent to be in on this interview.

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Lunair has contracted with SHIELD before! It's part of how she do. For now then, she will let herself be summoned in or rather, called in to be interviewed. She looks a little nervou, even if Lunair seems to have difficulty emoting without actively concentrating. Funny, that. Still, she's young and rested up pretty well after. "I hope I didn't get anyone in trouble," She admits quietly.

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Trent looks like Hell itself. He's pale and while his burns aren't as bad as the other day (which weren't as bad as usual to begin with, oddly), he looks like he's been through the wringer. Of the folks here, only May saw a Hydra mage rip a stream of amber light from him. The man is at least steady enough on his feet today, as opposed to yesterday, but he still looks like he could use a week's nap, a stiff drink and a good meal. What's more, his amber eyes, already otherworldly to begin with, seem to be a bit more so today. Something about their intensity and cast that makes him look leaner than usual.

At least he's not acting unusually yet. Curiously, or perhaps not curiously, Jericho seems to know Luniar at least in passing. Is there anyone on that OP he didn't know beforehand?

"Hi Lunair. Called you in too huh?" He'd been under the impression this was going to be a bureaucracy-fest and wanted to get his end of the paperwork out so he could go do… whatever it is he'll do next.

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Inquiries about the X-men and their allies have basically one place to go, now, and that's the Red Team. Smoothing out difficulties with SHIELD, in particular, is a pet project of Roberto's, so there's no way he's going to let Lunair come in here on her own. "No one's in trouble," he assures the teenager, flashing a quick smile as they both make their way down the corridor. "They're probably just still having issues with the fact that the Red Team is only the tip of the X-men iceberg."

He greets Jericho when he approaches, giving the man a smirk. "Jericho! You look like dogshit, camarada," he says, his tone friendly. "You should take a spa day. I know this great place upstate — you'll feel like a new man."

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Melinda May looks at each person briefly, then says in that ever so personable tone of hers, "Sit." Though her eyes are focused on Trent at that particular moment. At least the chairs appear to be comfortable enough. She sets two file folders on the table and slides one toward Trent and the other toward Lunair and DaCosta. "These are the final reports on the events in Greenland. There are areas that could use clarification. Best to get them filled in while memories are fresh."

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Lunair looks to Trent. "Are you okay? You look tired. And yup," She nods. Paperworktiem! She glances to Roberto, although she smiles back as he smiles to her. "Okay. And oh. Yeah, probably. I tend to be pretty quiet about what I am and do if I can help it," She admits. Lunair glances back, and will sit as she's told. Her eyes are a little wide. It's the little emotion that shows beyond concern.

She looks to the folder, carefully accepting it. "May I look in it?" She'll let DaCosta look, too.

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Jericho lowers himself into a seat, sighing. "Its… not physical Berto. But thanks. I just need rest… and some things that are good for the soul." He's got a few things in mind, clearly, but right now it's time to sacrifice to the paperwork gods.

"Lunair." His voice is weary, but amused. "You're a goddman war hero right now. Don't worry about it. SHIELD just wants to know things 'cause that's what they do. They're nosy like that." May of all people knows that Jericho is usually more circumspect in his opinions about the organization as a whole, particularly in their own castle. Chalk it up to battle fatigue? His eyes flash - almost literally flash - dangerously before he shakes his head and let whatever had occured to him pass.

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Roberto raises one eyebrow over at Jericho. "I said 'spa,' not 'hospital.' If you think spas only help with physical problems, you have definitely been going to the wrong spas." His expertise on that topic dispensed, the Brazilian flicks the folder open with a practiced gesture. This is not his first red tape rodeo. "She wouldn't have passed it to you if you couldn't," he assures Lunair quietly. "What can we help you with, Agent May?" he says amicably as he pages through the file, nodding when various details mesh with the X-men's internal accounts of the operation.

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Melinda May nods to Lunair. Yes, it's okay to open and read the file, she wouldn't have offered it if it weren't. And she has Opinions about Trent's words, but she'll keep them to herself for now. At least she doesn't completely disagree with his assessment of SHIELD wanting to know things. But that IS what SHIELD does, after all. They are an intelligence agency.

"I mostly want to make sure the account of the covert team's actions was accurate." Translation: she knows that Logan is notorious for leaving out potentially important details.

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Jericho chuckles at Berto and opens his own file. His paperwork is a bit easier since May was with him and saw most everything he did. There are somethings that are going to be a bit personal and he won't explain, like the fact that he got a chunk of magic ripped out of him. Or that he's going to let them guess about - like how the hell he coordinated having everyone teleported out along with the Bus. Maybe he'll give them a radio frequency that'll get Koriand'r's attention and let her decide if she wants to go meet them. Hrm…

Well, unless May asks. She might get a straighter answer from him than he's willing to put on paper.

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Lunair doesn't seem to assume. She looks to Jericho and smiles. She seems quietly fond of the guy in her own, friendly way. "I don't know so much about hero," When life gives you gun powers… well. "This one had a lot less sand, and I like that." She really isn't a fan of the sandy places. She looks over the papers with Roberto, peering over it. Yup, that makes sense. And that makes sense… "I see." Lunair will check it over. She will do her best to provide a sincere account and make sure things line up as best as she remembers. She doesn't seem to know Logan very well, at all. Aside from: has body hair, is convinced he's redonk short and really good at snikting things. Also that she'd never like to rile the guy up.

"But I hope that you do get rest," She offers to Jericho.

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Roberto largely leaves the reports to those who were actually there. Assurances aside, he's mostly there to make sure Lunair (or the rest of the X-Men) haven't somehow ended up in a rift with SHIELD. That would not be a good situation for either group.

That doesn't, however, mean that he can't satisfy his own curiosity while May gets her reports filled in. "If you don't mind my asking, Agent May, how do you think the joint effort worked in the field?" he queries, folding his hands in front of him on the tabletop. "Beyond what might be in a report. I've put some effort into smoothing things over between the X-Men and SHIELD, and if you noticed particular problems or progress, I'd like to know about them."

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Along with the usual debrief paperwork in the file May gave to Jericho is some documents labelled US Army Classified, containing details about the traces Trent carries under his skin, including possible ways to better integrate them and a post-it note with a handwritten name and phone number on it. Coulson's writing, Tony Stark's name, and Pepper Potts' phone number. And the last page is a printout of an online catalog page, the section for a bladed chain whip highlighted with a handwritten note: "You owe me."

As Lunair and Jericho are looking over their respective mission debrief reports, May looks at DaCosta. "Better than I was expecting. There was a reason why the teams were broken up the way they were, and everyone did their jobs as well as or better than expected." One thing's for sure, her initial confusion as to Rasputina's presence was quickly and very thoroughly quashed.

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Smile. Lunair nods, listening. "I think that's all of it," She offers. "I'm glad everyone worked well together," Even if a couple of folks were a bit startling to Lunair. She doesn't have the best social skills in the world, so Roberto's decision? Likely a wise one. She has to work at emoting and reading expressions, after all. Maybe Mike was a bit right about her. Either way, she will confirm the details. And do her Lunair stuff.

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Ah, SHIELD finally did get their hands on those documents. Jericho pages through them, scanning the text into his buffer. This is… actually sort of worrisome and it shows on his face - another difference May might note, since he's usually really good about that too. If this is correct, his traces are behaving in ways totally at varience with expectations. Granted, these things were experimental, but…

Jericho gives Lunair an easy grin when he looks up. "Hey, Lunair, thanks for coming a long. Not many people would have stepped up the way you did and you saved a lot of lives. I mean, a lot of them. You did good work. If you ever need anything, Berto knows how to get ahold of me. And so does Illyana." The hacker glances back down, chuckles a bit and pockets the phone number and the catalogue reference. Buy? Oh no no. Give him specs and he can make her one that's much better.

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"I'm glad to hear it," Roberto tells May, his professional demeanor cracking to make room for a satisfied smile. "Jericho speaks very highly of you, so if you do have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them. I'm hoping that our organizations will be able to work with each other again if similar situations arise in the future." More like 'when,' but the Brazilian's an optimist.

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Melinda May lets Lunair and Trent finish filling out their portions of the documentation, then nods as the former prepares to take her leave while addressing DaCosta. "Based on this mission, I would say that there's a good probability of SHIELD and Red Team working together again." Hopefully not soon, though. People need to rest.

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Jericho glances up at Berto. Involving Red Team, while a good idea, invariably involves other X-ers like Lunair, Gambit and Storm who are affiliated with other parts of the organization. Perhaps they can all fall under the Red Umbrella, but SHIELD has this nasty habit of wanting to know all kinds of things about its allies, and as the hacker has already pointed out to the mogul, X-Men information security is really actually not that good, what with there being a lot of personal information about people like Ororo Munroe and Remy out there. He doesn't say any of that, simply sliding his folder back. If May looks, any explanation of the extraction is conspicuously absent.

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"Excelente," Roberto answers, his relaxed expression back in place. "Who knows? Maybe we can even work with the NYPD on the Smooth problem." He may be an optimist, but he won't be holding his breath on that one, all the same. He returns Jericho's glance, raising an eyebrow, but doesn't make a fuss about it. He has a pretty good guess what's eating the hacker: people like Jericho live by secrets and shadows. That's never been Roberto's preference. He respects that the approach is sometimes necessary, but he's not going to make it the watchword of his own conduct. "What about you?" he asks instead. "Any thoughts on how the two groups meshed?"

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The explanation of the extraction was very tersely explained as "Teleportation was employed to extract all personnel and equipment." And, since the only intel SHIELD has on teleportation is Illyana Rasputina's, May isn't bothering to change anyone's minds about who was responsible for the effect.

Accepting the file back from Lunair, May nods to Roberto. "Maybe we can. I am not in charge of that, though, so we'll have to see."

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The long and short of it is that Jericho does not trust SHIELD. He cannot afford to, not with half of Hydra still screaming for his head on a metaphorical stick. His opinion of SHIELD's information security isn't great either and May know why. So when Roberto observes to himself that the hacker lives by shadows and secrets, he is quite literally correct. That is how the man stays alive. It occurs to Trent to wonder how they might have gotten along, the mogul and he, had they met before his life became a dark version of the Jason Bourne story.

In response to his question, though, Jericho shrugs. "Your people did good work and no one got killed. I call any op that everyone walks away from a job well done. As to how the groups mesh? Well clearly they can work together, but the operating styles of the X-Men and SHIELD are fundamentally different. You'll have some things to sort out if you have a longer association." He waves his hand as he leans back in his chair. "But that's up to you and not me. I don't exactly see myself in a lead role."

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"I don't know about a longer association," Roberto answers, cocking his head to one side. "Another operation like this one seems more likely. Short term, specific goals, when both groups are operating in the same area anyway." He would say 'theater,' but his grasp of military terminology is about what you'd expect from a playboy corporate heir. "But please, Agent May, pass along my thanks to everyone involved."

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"I will, Mr. DaCosta. And really, I think operations like this one should be the extent of your team's involvement with SHIELD. Any more and … " she shrugs slightly instead of saying it outright. Mostly, not what Trent is concerned about privately, but that spending more time with SHIELD would reveal to the mutant heroes how ANNOYING some of the agency's employees can be.

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Leave it to Jericho to have thought of that too. This is why he wanted May to meet Roberto. Really, this is why he wants anyone who has to interface with SHIELD to meet May. He's not… come to think of it, really sure how May feels about it, but her contact list is getting very, very, very large as a result.
"Is there anything else you need to know, May, on or off line?"

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Roberto smiles, amused. "Good. I think we've all got the same basic idea how to proceed." For their own separate reasons, of course. He scoots his chair back and stands tentatively. "Unless you need anything else, I'll be going. It's been good working with you both — I look forward to doing so again."

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"Yes, Trent. Offline." May stands at the same time DaCosta does. "Likewise, Mr. DaCosta. Have a good afternoon." She waits for the man to leave, then looks at Trent. "I'm calling Wilson." Ominous? It was meant to be.

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"Okay…" Jericho quirks an eyebrow. He hopes it's not for medical expertise because, as good as he is, Wilson isn't precisely 'good for the soul.' Still, May usually knows what she's about and she does tend to pay attention so… "We going somewhere, then?"

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Roberto smiles at both of the room's occupants, then buttons his blazer and heads off after Lunair. Probably not a great idea to let her run around the Triskelion unattended, anyway.


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