To Russia With Love

Summary:
October 30 2014: Having been asked to dig further into the circumstances surrounding the eldest Rasputin's death, Jericho contacts some people who are good with this sort of thing.

East End Cafe

A nondescript cafe a block from the Tri.


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Jericho is… at a cafe. It's the second restaurant he's been to today but restaurants are good for meeting groups of people without arousing suspicion. This one happens to be within a block of the Triskelion too. How about that? At present he's sitting at a large booth table, sipping on a coffee and pretending to go over the menu. Really, he made up his mind on the turkey club fifteen minutes ago, but one must keep up appearances until May gets here with… whomever else. He gave her a brief rundown and told her to round up anyone she thought would be useful.

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May's explanations to Kate and Wilson probably went like this: "Cafe. This time. Be there." Trip probably got an even better invitation: "With me. Now." Either way, she doesn't arrive at the cafe alone, and there are others en route as well. And she does actually plan on springing for dinner for whomever arrives, because that's probably as close as she'll get to saying thank you.

Upon entering the cafe, May spots Trent and heads toward his table, her eyes already scrutinizing him intently.

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"'Bout time." Triplett has probably been bored or something. Without any criminal terrorist organizations attempting to destroy the world, there hasn't really been too much for such a specialist agent like Trip to be doing anything. So when he gets the order from May, he's up on his feet (and grabbing his cool jacket) so fast that it was almost scripted. He doesn't say anything else knowing full well to be the hell quiet when at Agent May's side. Oh and be ready to whoop some ass. Y'know, just in case.

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Sam Wilson, entering a few seconds after May, is always willing to be helpful. Usually that means putting his medical skills to use; for whatever reason, it seems like half the people he knows share some version of his special forces combat training. Occasionally, however, his even more unique recon expertise comes into play. From what little May has told him — he never needs much convincing to follow her on an op — this might just be one such situation. He spots Jericho, and mentally strikes the 'might just' out of that previous sentence.

(Of course, if Jericho is involved, he'll probably be plugging a fair number of entry wounds along the way, too. The man takes more bullets than a Call of Duty protagonist.)

He slips into a seat next to May and across from Jericho, raising his eyebrows and glancing at both. "So, what's the deal?" he asks.

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Agent May always has something interesting going on. Even better, she doesn't worry like Clint does. So when May issues what passes for an invitation, Kate comes right along, arriving just behind the others. She wouldn't want anyone thinking she's just hanging around the Triskelion area waiting for mischief, after all. She doesn't quite fit in with the SHIELD agents…but that doesn't stop her from dragging a chair over, turning it around and crossing her arms over the back as she straddles it. "Hi," she grins cheerfully to the others.

Jericho looks about at the people now gathered at the table. "Have a seat. Order something if you like." There's a leather case that looks like it could hold a bow near him, though it's rather too wide and not quite long enough.

"May…" Jericho nods with a bit of smile. He's looking better. Which is to say, not dying or going mad. "Kate, Agent Triplett, hello Sam."

"Well… where to start. I've been asked to look into some black operations. Russian black operations to be precise. The stuff I'm looking for is likely offline and or in secured servers. Let me give you a short rundown. In two thousand and four there was a shuttle crash. Among the dead was a Russian Cosmonaut named Mikhail Rasputin." He nods to May. "Yes, there is a relation."

"Before he died Mikhail Rasputin, a man who was being actively courted by various Russian special operations groups, was assigned to something called Operation Black Valley. No information, no dossiers, no files, just a code name. And a string of servers with redacted files."

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Melinda May has claimed a chair as well and listens to Jericho's explanation without reacting visibly. When he finishes speaking, she pulls her phone, types a brief message into it, then returns the phone to her pocket. "Do you have someplace to start?" She's already contemplating how to present this to Fury so she can get access to at least a quinjet. Transcontinental ops in a puddlejumper always sucks.

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Trip offers a nod of somewhat recognition. He's trained to not look like he recognizes anyone. And his training kicked in the moment May selected him for this mission… whatever it is. That same nod is given to the others, even as he decides to take his seat… on the end. It's his job to protect the people in that booth and that's exactly what he's going to do, if something goes South or Amiss. Either way, Triplett is ready for action. And it looks it. He's listening but he's also watching the cafe. Like a Boss/Hawk.

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Sam either doesn't share Trip's training or has decided not to employ it here. "Kate!" he greets the archer, beaming over at her warmly. "Good to see you again." He glances at the one unfamiliar face at the table, and offers him a quick upward nod. "Triplett? Sam Wilson."

It's pretty obvious who the source of warm fuzzies is going to be in this collection of super-cool ultra-spies. He does tone it down to listen attentively to Jericho's briefing. "If they put this guy in a major black op, why would they shoot him into space right afterward?" he asks, immediately spotting the inconsistency in the story. "Not a lot of missions you can get done in space."

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Kate quirks a brow at Jericho's explanation, curious, but waits for the others to take care of the necessary questions. Instead, she leans over to get a better look at that case Trent brought. The one that looks like it could possibly hold a bow. There's a grin for Sam, and she puts a finger to her lips with a wink. Don't call attention to the snooping! Her super professional snooping.

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"I do actually. Two places, both of which are in Russia. One is a defunct headquarters of the eastern branch of the Cosmonaught program. It's near where the crash took place and the crash site probably bears some looking over. It's also still got a lot of the servers and computers used for running missions, so there's a chance that something is there on the offline servers that might help." The Cosmonaut program took a big hit after the breakup of the Soviet Union and languished for a time. It's only now getting it's feet back under it.

Jericho points to Sam's astute obersvatin. "The other place to start looking is in a secure server farm near the Chechen border run by the FSO, which is the successor to the KGB. They took over Mikhail's files late in his career, after his mutant genome had been discovered and logged. A lot of their stuff isn't accessible online either so I'd need direct access. Trouble with that spot is that the Chechen border is heating up again, and of course, the site is a secure facility operated by an intelligence agency. Probably going to be tricky getting in above board. Especially asking about an Op that we're not supposed to know about."

Kate manages to get the case without him looking. The top of it unsnaps to reveal what may be the top of the world's largest leatherman. Could still be a bow though. Fancy mechanical folding bow perhaps? SHIELD's got prototypes of that kind of thing. There's a handle or what looks like one…

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Melinda May glances sidelong at Kate… disapprovingly. But, she doesn't say anything. Not yet, anyway. "Is the Cosmonaut HQ still populated? If it's not," she suspects it isn't, "we'll go with the FSO one first." That one is more likely to be guarded and/or have more current presence and crucial information anyway. And, she really really hopes to get Romanoff on board for it.

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Trilpett is no Romanoff, but he could probably be of some assistance. Kind of. Maybe. Depends on how many of the evil people they are going up against have proper names. He flashes a bit of a grin as he responds to the introduction: "Sam." With that moment handled with ease, Trip turns his attention towards the cafe once more. He picks up what May is laying down, verbally and decides to call it now: "Shotgun." Trip finally cracks a full on smile.

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"A chance to mess with Putin? I'm in," Sam says with a grin. "I mean, I was already in, but I am so in." He glances at Jericho and crosses his arms. "That said, how are we playing this? Triplett and I aren't exactly going to be blending in with the troops at Russian bases." He glances at the other man with a half-shrug. "So I'm guessing we're talking fast strikes rather than undercover work."

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Kate glances up from the case, shooting an innocent smile toward May, before she looks back to Jericho. "Just because when I hear the word 'cosmonaut,' I think space race, and because, you know, things are weird and things happen, but exactly how long was this guy up in space?" And she makes no attempt at hiding her snooping now. Totally holding the case of an interesting thing.

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"He had several dozen launches on file." Jericho responds to Kate first noting that the younger Hawkeye has his case. His eyes glimmer in amusement but he doesn't say anything either. Yet. Clearly it's not a bomb, whatever else it may be.

"Well, I assume SHIELD has a way to handle that kind of thing Sam, and you may wanna clear shotgun with May, Triplett, especially if she decides to bring a guy named Phil."

There's a pause as Jericho checks his information. "The Cosmonaut Launch Site and HQ was abandoned in the mid 90's after cutbacks forced the Cosmonaut program to scale back severely. When funding started to flow back, they never reoccupied the place. Records indicate that they just… left most of the hardeware there."

Hrm, Sam and Triplett. "Well… May, how does SHIELD usually handle, er, that?"

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"We do," May says in response to Sam's query. Yup. Forthcoming as always. "We handle it carefully." Usually by sending Romanoff, but if she's on another mission elsewhere, May won't have her to rely on. "We'll plan the FSO hit once we've cleared the launch site." Because if that op goes pear shaped, they likely won't get a chance at the FSO location anyway.

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Trip nods along with the words being said at the table, while still managing to keep an eey on the cage as a whole. He's just trying to make sure that he's got the group's back. And there's a bit of a knowing smirk on his face as Sam's question is asked. It all seems to be coming together and Trip is ready for some action. He's feeling so froggy.

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"I can confirm that the first target is abandoned before we go in," Sam assures May. He adds with perfect confidence, "Even if they are using the place, they won't spot me." He glances around the table, then leans back and shrugs. "I don't know what you want me to do at the occupied base, but you've got my wings, my eyes, and my guns if you need them."

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Since Jericho doesn't dive to stop her snooping, Kate takes a lack of protest as permission and shakes whatever is in the tube out a bit from under the table. Her brows rise when she sees it, and she whistles softly. "Neat," she murmurs, nodding approvingly to Jericho. Sliding the mystery object back into the case, she gently props the case back where it belongs before looking back to the others.

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Jericho chuckles. Of all the tech gadgets he could possibly have, it would be the one that's techincally a piece of magic that Kate would like the most. The younger archer gets a wink and a grin.

"Don't get too far ahead of yourselves. I'm sure May won't be eager to rush off tonight and I doubt SHIELD can move on the word of a single hacker, especially when that single hacker is me." Though hopefully he has some cred after the whole virus thing.

"I did however ask May to round up whomever she thought would be useful, so clearly, you're all on a very short list." May's list of people who aren't complete screw ups. Jericho flatters himself to think he's somewhere close to the bottom. Possibly above Fitz and Simmons.

He looks to May for confirmation before he continues. "Still, we'll want to move on this soon as we can. I've got a personal angle in it since I'm investigating the circumstances surrounding the death of Mikhail Rasputin for a friend, but blacker than black Russian projects? From the Commie era? Those guys were obsessive about recording things, even if they did keep em all secret. For this to be off the books…" He shakes his head. "Just be ready to move. May will be able to grab you when we are, I'm sure. Any questions for me?"

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Melinda May says, "One question. Do you speak Russian? Because I don't." At this point, she's mentally planning around NOT having Romanoff around to assist. "And I think I'll make Trip talk to Fury for the go ahead on this.""

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"Already on it." Trip offers that as he hears the words from May and he's giving a nod to the table. If they're going to go on a secret mission and he's getting a chance to take point /and/ he gets a moment of face times with Fury? Hell yeah. Trip is up on his feet and ready to roll out.

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Sam's arms are crossed in front of his chest, and he drums the fingers of one hand against his bicep. "Space and spies," he murmurs to himself before glancing at May. "I think I know someone we might want to pull in for this. I met her in the Air Force, but she's worked with the CIA and NASA. I'll put some feelers out, see whether she's available, and give her name to your background check guys." He glances over at Trip, then stands as well. "Good seeing you all. And nice meeting you, Trip."

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"I don't speak Russian," Kate admits, glum. "I really need to beef up my languages." Brightening slightly, she looks back to May. "But if you need a distraction somewhere, Clint and I can totally make some noise. Or something. We're awesome at that." It's practically a specialty. Blundering fantastically into success. "Good seeing you again, Sam, Agent, Agent, Trent," she nods to the others, then grins at the case. "You'll have to show me how you use that some day."

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"See you later Kate." Jericho stands and offers May a little smile. "We'll talk later, if you'd like. Otherwise, I'll be in touch. You guys take care. I'll see you all later."
Leaving a few bills on the counter the hacker rises, secures his case and heads out.

Melinda May looks at Triplett and nods. Time to head back to the Triskelion and present this to Fury. Fingers crossed.


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