Doughnuts and Diner Food

Summary:
October 31 2014: Four people meet on Sara Pezzini's beat to exchange news and catch up.

New York Diner

Passable food, good service, decent location. An all american diner for your food scarfing needs.


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Jericho is… fiddling.

To be clear, he's also walking. And honing in on the GPS signal of a certain detectives Government Vehicle. He has a peace offering AKA some fresh doughnuts. He's been meaning to catch up with said certain detective for a while now and to be honest he's a little nervous about it since he's decidedly more demonic than he used to be (churches make him kind of uncofortable now, not to mention Angelo's clinic) and he's not real sure how a certain detective's bad boyfriend will react to that.

In short, there's a lot of uncertainty.

But he's fiddling as he walks too. His projections have… changed recently. And he can't figure out the hell why…"

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Sara has recently had the opportunity to…Well. Keep working, but at a slightly lower level of crisis. For now. Which probably means it's all just building up to another explosion, but she's also been spending a lot of that time training, with both Slade and Steve. Maybe next time she'll be more ready.

It does mean she's more attuned to the little things, though, and she's actually looking up and into the rearview mirror when Jericho turns the corner, brow arching curiously when she recognizes him.

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Reed wouldn't approve if he knew Johnny was using the special fireproof earphones that he made for the Torch for communicator use — to listen to heavy metal. While flying over Manhattan. But hey, he made them work with better sound quality than the usual earphones, and the Torch is fine with that; he's listening to some random thing called 'Man on Fire' that he added to his tracks just because of the name. It's got no words, just guitars and drums and thrashing. Rar.

"Man, I could go for a donut," Johnny notes to himself, as he circles overhead, looking for the place … it was around here somewhere. Man, the Satellite View isn't even close to right for this neighborhood, must be time to update, right?

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Jericho eases over to Sara's car. He's not trying to hide and when he gets up to it it's clear that she's spotted him. As mentioned, he has fresh doughnut. "Hey Sara." He says quietly. "Care for one?"

It's possible Sara hasn't seen Jericho since his eyes started actually glowing. They don't all the time. But surges of emotion light them up. Novelists and poets write about flashing gazes. He actually has one. He also has a leather case slung behind him.

"Been a bit, I thought I'd drop in on you. Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

It's polite to catch up with someone before, you know, asking about the things you came to ask about. Jericho doesn't do things for no reason after all.

No… hrm. That code seems right. Why are his wings coming out batlike?

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"Hey, Trent," Sara says slowly, reaching out for the donuts. The larger, red jewel in her bracelet glimmers as it gets closer to the hacker, but it's the only reaction from the Witchblade. Whether that's because Sara trusts Trent, or is controlling it, is less than clear. She still watches him for a long moment, trying to put a finger on what's changed. "So, you look like things've been interesting," she finally says, a brief smile flickering. "Want to talk about it?"

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Frustration… is making me wait… Johnny lowers to just-above-street-level, looking down the street either direction. Nothing donut-shop-like. Must be the wrong intersection. He's about to call HERBIE and get directions (for donuts, he'll ask directions, guy or not) when he spots some guy talking to someone he knows - that really hot police detective with the nifty metal bracelet thing. Reed probably still thinks it's some kind of nanotech, but Johnny doesn't.

Hey! Cop! That means she has to know where the donut places are, not because cops are unusually donut happy, but because donut-shop coffee is strong enough to wake the dead. So he moves to the sidewalk, and flames off, walking up to where the cop's talking to some sort of a refugee street guy.

"Hey, Detective, long time no see," he mentions, casually, as if he didn't have an ulterior motive.

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Jericho smiles a bit. "Yeah, things have gotten interesting. Interesting is usually what occasions our talking." He can't think of any conversation they've had where one of them hadn't been immediately prior to, during or after some kind of trouble. The landing of the flaming man causes him to quirk an eyebrow. "But sure, I think talking about it would be good. You should know some of it, anyway." Beat. "Friend of yours?"

Not the friend he was expecting to see anyway. He could have sworn Partisan said she was gonna be blowing off some steam in this area.

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Sara leans out the window a bit when Johnny approaches, smirking. "Something like that," she answers Jericho. She pauses for a moment, considering her options, then opens the door to step out of the car. "All right, kids, let's go find a nice clubhouse that doesn't come equipped with dashboard cameras, yeah?" she suggests, including Johnny and Jericho both in the invitation. "I've got a feeling this isn't going to be a short one."

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"Uhhh. Sure. I was just gonna ask for directions though," Johnny confides. "But if you've got time for a break, that'd be great, I mean, haven't seen you since that gang thing."

He looks at the weedy fellow with the trenchcoat and the … take-out of donuts? Huh.

"Hey, those things are lethal without coffee to dissolve them," the Torch notes.

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It's easy to miss her, even with all that red hair. Even with all that ink, and well being none other than the mother fucking Partisan. Just another skate punk on a longboard, Cigarette smoldering from beneath that ratty ballcap of hers. Hands stuffed in the distinctive pouch of that hoody, ever the picture of "chill". "What, you gonna leave me out in the cold to die of exposure?"Dropping a foot off her board as she glides up behind Sara. Gaze flitting casually after Johhny for a moment, before peering after Jerry in return to see whats what.

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"Only if I plan to eat them all myself. I was hoping not to." The hacker offers the open box up in Johnny's direction. "Want a couple?"

He steps back as Sara gets out of the car and blinks as a punk skater pulls up. Wait a second…

"Hey Pru." He grins. Pruor was what they agreed to call Partisan when not on the job. Just another fake name in a long string of fake names. Jeri's working on something though. Has been for a while, that might change that.

Still, not what he came to talk about. "Wanna take a little walk with us?"

"Need to sit down or stretch your legs?" Jericho starts moving in the direction of a coffee shop, a doughnot shop and a place with real food. Pick a direction, it's New York. It's all over.

"So yeah odd." Before he gets into that though… "He okay?" The hacker means Johnny. If Sara thinks so that'll be good enough for him.

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"The day job keeps me busy," Sara says to Johnny with a flicker of a smile, pointing one thumb back toward the car. "Among other things. Hey, fancy meeting you here," she nods to the Partisan, smile deepening briefly at one corner. "I wouldn't dare leave you alone, anyhow. There's a diner just down the way does some pretty good…Well, diner food," she suggests, nodding toward the place and glancing at Johnny at Jericho's question. "Depends on what you're planning on getting into, most likely."

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"Man, I've been flyin' patrol for an hour, give me a chocolate-frosted with sprinkles and I'll … no, wait, don't promise people your soul, Johnny, it never comes out well," the Torch says, "Uh, but, I'll be grateful and buy you all dinner?

Johnny usually takes a break, but he was getting into the music and stuff. He doesn't wait for the offer to be rescinded, he grabs that chocolate-frosted with the sprinkles. NOMF

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Partisan pins her board back with one foot, before snagging it in her off hand. "I'm down for whatever, you two. I've gotten my chores for the day settled, so lead on dear boy." Smiling as she flicks her cigarette butt aside, before giving Sara a little nudge. "Why officer, whatever do you mean? I'm downright hurt, I'm a regularly law abiding citizen or some shit. Now you going to introduce us to your friend here, or am I going to have to make introductions myself? Perish the thought of you being anything but a perfect lady, but of course."

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Jericho laughs as 'Pru' does her thing. And Johnny noms. "Okay, you definitely need diner food there, bud." He's already starting to walk to the diner, address and menu already pulled up. Perks of being a cyborg. His eyes gleam in amusement as he glances over to Sara.

"So let's see. Had a piece of me snipped out, lost it for three weeks to a demon lord, got it back a few days ago. I'm a lot more… er… closely associated with the Down Below." Or the Down in Limbo, but Sara will probably get the idea. She can probably already tell he's putting off much stonger demonic vibes and they're not just 'by association' anymore. "Still me, but that's part of the reason I wanted to come see you. Not like you and I work together every day but I like you, I respect you, Pru there likes and respects you and if you needed me to stay clear…"

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"Johnny Storm, Jericho…" Sara pauses her introductions, quirking a brow at Partisan. "Pru?" If that's what she's going by at the moment. "Friends," she summarizes before looking back to Jericho. "A few years ago, it probably would've been an issue," she admits. "Now…not as much. And it's sort of particular, too. Whether or not something's an actual threat, whether it's run into it before. If you're pulling power from some relative unknown it hasn't run into, then I'm not going to get the same sort of warning. You should stay careful, though."

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"Johnny," the Torch introduces himself, around the donut. The devouring fire dies down a little as it has something to burn for a few minutes, and he'll be able to think like a regular human for a while. Not long; donuts don't last that long, really. Of course, when they're in the light, the goofy not-really-spandex blue outfit with the "4" on it marks him as either one of New York's Most Famous Menaces, or Irwin Mainway's Main Inspiration. Or both.

"Better. So diner? I can totally spring for diner food. You suppose they do real banana splits?"

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She just smiles ever so sweetly, before offering Johnny her hand. "A pleasure Johnny, I'm Pruror Harrow. You'll have to excuse my friend's poor manners, I'm certain Jericho is just charmed as well. Now why don't we all sit down and eat good and proper."letting Jerry and Sara lead onward for the moment, if only for the tactical sense it makes. Glancing about curiously to see who -doesnt- look at this odd little party, because even in NYC this is fucking bizarre. "No need to spring for anything, you're my treat Johnny. I insist."

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"Better let her. Pruor had old school parents. She's a proper lady." Proper f-ing lady, Partisan would normally say. Jericho pushes the door to the diner open and holds it. See? He has manners. Occasionally.

"Nice to meet you Johnny."

There's no more conversation until they're all situated and the customary round of beverages has been obtained.

"I'll keep on my guard. Dunno if the angel on Paul's shoulder will be nearly so understanding. Anyway…" He runs his hand through his hair. "Things work out? With your trainer and Steve?" He's still not getting quite to what he came here for, but he's working on it. He really does want to know how Sara is doing, after all. Meeting Johnny is just kind of a bonus. Huh. Fantastic Four. To quote a hobbit 'I had no idea you were still in business.'

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Something most people don't know: the FF uniforms contain all sorts of microscopic sensors, cameras, scanners, etc. so that Reed can get information on the FF's powers, and the people they all-too-often fight. But because Sue threatened to do horrible unnamed things when she learned about it, Reed had to make the scanners stop working automatically. Now they're voice-activated. For Johnny's suit, he has to say "Flame on!" to enable them. And he disabled them before he went out flying this time. So, everyone's secrets are safe.

Too bad, really, because this crew would cause Reed to bang his head against a wall several times until it went flat in front like a Dick Tracy villain… which Reed would recognize and be annoyed by.

Johnny has NO clue, except that trenchcoat street dude has weird eyes and the girl with the skateboard … usually, skater girls let other people pay, because they have no money. It's a tradition. Also, they're almost never named Pruor.

"Chocolate shake please," Johnny says when the beverage order is taken, because the donut is starting to wear off.

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"I try not to mention one around the other, honestly," Sara admits with a brief, rueful smile at Jericho's question, getting comfortable in the booth. To answer Johnny, she reaches for a menu, flipping it open to the desserts page and tapping out the important part: ice cream. "Steve's been good, though. We managed to have an actual date, which was a pleasant change of pace. I have to say, the whole old-fashioned dating thing is…It's got its charms." There's another flicker of amusement as she looks between Johnny and Partisan. "What brought you two down here?"

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Partisan slumps into her seat, before sliding that pack down between her ankles. "I need a burger, bleeding if you please and a Chocolate shake for the gentleman?" See, girl of her word. Even as she fishes out her smokes and sets them gently on the table. "Steve, as in the Captain Steve? Good lord Sara, good fucking catch. You need advice, on old fashioned dating just give me a ring."Pausing there to light up. "I know of a drive in about an hour away, and if you're not quite so quick. Nobody ever watched a fucking movie, on a drive in movie date. Not ever, it doesn't matter what they said afterwards. There was at no point in human history, ever a drive in movie date where they watched the fucking movie. Different time, it was before every sixteen year old had a fucking apartment like these days." Puff-puff, aaand happy Exhale. "Johnny, you seem like a proper casanova. In your romantic opinion, has anyone ever gone to a drive in movie and actually watched the fucking movie?"

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Do not ask a man who could stream movies into his head about drive ins. Just… don't. Jericho chuckles though. Captian America, AKA Steve Rogers, strikes him as a decent man. Which is probably the reason the two haven't worked together more. Good for Sara. "Glad it worked out for you." He says with a small smile, his eyes gleaming again. "Turkey club for me if you please, miss, thanks." He nods to the waitress. "And a lemonade." Just in case sugar-boy there needs the boost. Otherwise he'll drink it. It'll be fine.

"I heard about the flash riot in Brooklyn. Papers said Paul was there. He mention it to you?"

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Sara's smile quirks at the responses from Jericho and Partisan, and she shakes her head. "No need to rush. Though I like the drive in idea," she admits, considering. "Worth a try, for sure. I'll have the chicken and waffles, please," she adds to the waitress before glancing back to Partisan and the cigarette. "Don't worry, guys, the whole thing is still young. Plenty of time for me to fuck it up. On the other hand, at least he doesn't get his panties in a twist if I have to work late, so that's a lot of potential stress out of the way."

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Torch reflex means Johnny's keeping the smoke from Pru's cigarette in a well-contained ball, because he can do that, though it kinda gives away that he's not Just Some Guy In A Blue Halloween Costume. He's not going to give skater-girl a hard time about smoking; he's been known to smoke himself, though mostly when there's not a good draft. But he's also not letting it float around where it'll get her in trouble with the cop who might otherwise have to enforce the anti-draconian no-smoking-in-restaurants laws.

"Have… yeah, of course they have. Married folks, kids, the occasional solo act. The third wheel who got invited to keep the parents happy. But it's kind of a waste of the ambience."

The Human Torch just pronounced ambience correctly. Ben would laugh and laugh.

"Besides, most movies look an' sound like crap in a drive-in, you need a big theatre or a nice home-setup to make 'em worth watching."

When the waitress returns with his milkshake he orders a double cheeseburger with bacon and a double-order of fries … diner food … and mentions he'll want a banana split for dessert.

He looks up when he hears 'flash riot' too. Huh. Wait. Sara's going out with … REALLY?!

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"See, I'm never wrong."Part reaches a fist across the table towards Johnny, because thats what all the kids are doing these days right? "Just don't be too foreward about mentioning me, He's a little too much of an idealist to be particularly understanding of what I do."Accepting her burger and coke, before digging in with one hand. She has to keep that cigarette lit somehow, right?"

"Flash riot, when was that? I guess I totally missed it, but I've been wrapped up in that bullshit that went down in Gotham."Shrugging, as Part finally just snuffs that cigarette out. "And no Sara, before you get all bent out of shape I didn't put him in the ground. Fucker is in custody, well pending medical release for yaknow the various injuries he sustained in the accident. Fell down the stairs, into traffic and his gun went off I think was the final verdict?"

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Jericho shakes his head, smiling as he watches this rather odd group with him in the diner. Ah. Turkey club. That occupies his attention for a couple of minutes.

"Word is the police recovered someting at the scene." He says to Partisan now. "Something, oh, kind of like mind altering extra dimensional tech?" His eyes cut over to Sara who may get an idea about the other reason Jericho came by. Yes, he wanted to catch up, make sure she was okay and make sure she didn't want him to keep the hell away, pun intended. But he also wanted to warn her… and find out what the hell the cops did with it all.

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Sara Pezzini pauses at the mention of mind-altering dimensional tech, looking back to Jericho. Right. Business. Not dating life. "You know, I don't think he had a chance to give me the file on that one," she says slowly. "Though I got the feeling Gotham PD didn't really want to share. And given the whole political rally thing, I wasn't really in a position to push them right now, either. We get much more handsy with other jurisdictions and we're going to need some different badges." There's a brief, tight smile for Partisan, but she's not getting into methods right now.

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"Mind… altering… extra-dimensional…" Johnny sighs. "Yeah. Reed'll kill me if I don't ask, and Sue'll probably be annoyed that I did, but … tell me about this mind altering extra-dimensional thing. Do you need backup?"

Johnny's convinced that Reed actually makes up new natural law whenever he gets bored, because some of the physics he comes up with just don't work. But then Reed does his thing and suddenly they do. It's freaky.

He isn't sure what's going on with the skater-girl. Apparently, she's the Punisher. Good Halloween costume, considering Castle's much taller and much more muscular. And hardly ever skateboards.

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Theres a frown as Part grinds to a halt mid bite, before slowly she chews. "Jerry, I'm going to need more than that. Look, I'm happy to play Buckaroo Bonzai and let you folks argue over which one of you gets to be 'Perfect Tommy'. You want me to go fuck they couch up, that's fine by me. I'm going to need much more clear and concise targeting data however, and I'm going to need you to go talk to our pilot friend in an Official like capacity."Setting down that Burger, if only so she can tick off points with her fingers. "My little Suchka is going to be about as useful as a french tickler once this shit kicks off, if we're playing with the mother fucking borg over here. I'm talking proper fucking caseless, sensor fuzed fourty mike mike grenades, hyperspectral grenades, electro-magnetic soft body armor. I'm set up to slaughter the wrong sort've-…Oh goodness."Pausing there as part shifts her gaze over towards Johnny for a moment. "They also call me the Partisan, when I'm doing my thing. Your all in your uniform, and I didn't actually mean to keep you at a disadvantage there Johnny."

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Jericho shrugs. "I honestly have no idea, Pru, beyond a handful of dead psyborgs and a bunch of tech. Which I'm finding popping up everywhere. This is less a gather everyone and kick in doors, than it is a warning." Jericho looks over to Sara and smiles wryly. "Sorry, I always seem to bring bad news to you. Just be careful. Whatever this stuff is, it's way beyond us and capable of affecting people mentally. Most, if I had to guess, don't even know that it does it when it does. Nothing so solid as a threat though so much as something to be on watch for."

Jericho leans back. "PS, I don't know that you necessarily strike me as a drive in type. Isn't it almost a law you need a classic car for that these days?"

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"Hey, no one's started shooting at us yet, this is progress," Sara grins at Jericho. She's about to say more when her phone rings, and the pauses to answer it. "Yes, of course. No, not a problem." She holds up a finger to the others, standing up and stepping away to deal with what seems to be a serious phone call from the office.

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Partisan. Right. Something in the Bugle about that… or maybe the Daily News. Johnny just nods, his 'puzzled puppy-dog' face going away with the revelation.

"I was kinda wondering how the Punisher fit into that top," he grins to the skater girl.

A moment's beat, "And I'm Perfect Tommy."

He looks over at Sara, then back at Jericho. "You know you can contact the FF if you need any help at all with whatever this is. It's kinda what we do."

Sara gets a call; Johnny doesn't speak out loud his mental response to Jericho's classic-car comment: the number one best non-sports-car to see a drive-in movie in: the AMC Gremlin. Pa-thetic.

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"I never got to meet Castle, actually that I know of. He was a Navy riflema- I mean marine, wasn't he Jerry? Dude does good work, but I'm on a whole 'nother level. "It's a casual sort've throw away comment, not just some shit she says here. Theres hat utterly detached confidence there, this bitch believes what she's saying. "We don't need the Fantastic crew in on this either, that I know of yet. You cats are pretty damn good, but I don't think you kids have the stomach for this mess."Shrugging ever so casually as she gets after her burger again. "Not my tea party yet, but unless I've missed the headlines you folks don't fight wars. This is a classic fucking spook play, I mean this goes back to the dawn of recorded history. First you law the seeds of discontent, then whilst the government is all frazzled trying to hold the country together you drop out of thin air with a proper military strike force. Hit very fast, and very deep and destroy the nation's capacity for command and control. I know this play, because I've used it a hundred fucking times. It works very fucking well too, which is why this is going to get really fucking nasty. We're talking anarchy in the streets, random murders, out of the blue suicides, riots and so fourth. Only way to get out of this, is to find out who they are. Then you start killing them, and you make it hard for them."Plucking that cigarette back up for a draw. "You murder every single last one of them, you make it a down right grudge fuck. So unless you wanna start burning aliens, or non-state actor assholes alive infront of their friends to send the message? Maybe this isn't the sort've fight you wanna get into chief."

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Jericho chuckles. He's heard Partisan give this brief before. "I don't actually have much Johnny. Random tech and some random attacks. I'll keep your offer in mind though. I've read about your team." Just now, but read is read. "And I know, like Partisan says that you guys to good work. We need backup I'll keep you in mind, and I never bring anyone in on these things without explaining what's up as best I understand. Or letting Partisan do so."

He shrugs and grins. "Need more sugar by the way? Want some of the lemonade there?"

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"I have no idea what you're talking about," Johnny tells Pru. "I just know that Reed is the go-to guy for alien dimensional tech."

He looks over at Jericho. Sara's been called away and now he's here with two people he doesn't know, and while one of them seems like she's just this side of a rabid gun-wolverine, albeit kind of hot in an NRA Swimsuit Calendar way, the other one is some sort of mellow, like he's stoned out or playing videogames or secretly plotting.

"Thanks, but I'm doing OK, the burger is filling me up. I'll need to head out soon anyway. My team was up to do some racing tomorrow in E-town but I guess there was some kind of a supers battle and they have to rebuild the track, so I'll be over there helping with that tomorrow AM."

He tucks into the food, not quite eating-contest speed.

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"Sun Tzu, Miyamoto Mushashi, Georgi Zhukov, patton, Rommel. I'm saying, this is going to be wild and very savage. Jerry's the lead on this one, I just do the fighting. We've had some experiences, with some folks who aren't quite prepared for the level of violence this work requires."Part offers a casual shrug "The offer goes both ways though as far as I'm concerned, Johnny. If you cats ever need a helping hand with, lets say legacy weapon systems including the classified stuff. Drop me a line, and I'll be glad to help out. You folks do very fine work in my view."

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Jericho grins. "That's not a common compliment from Partisan. And Humanitarian work? I approve. A lot of costumed types don't go near that. Just you folks and X-Red that I'm aware of." It does take a certain skill set to do humanitarian work, true, but more than that it takes a willingness to be public in a way that, say, Batman, isn't.

"You can get me through Parti or Sara here. I do information mostly." And sometimes he shoots, chops or blows things up. As needed.

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"Will keep that in mind," Johnny answers. "Also, if you need to reach us, we're in the book. Watch out for the phone answering system, though; I'm pretty sure Reed's been upgrading HERBIE again and Herb likes to play with the menus. I'll let 'em know you're on the not-crank-callers list."

And Johnny's uniform does a quick biometric scan of the people around him. Some of Reed's voice-activated presets are just a little TOO creepy. A little.

"Anyway. Thanks for the meal." Johnny tosses a ten dollar tip down, and gets the banana split in a to-go container; he might end up saving it for Sue. Or Ben might steal it. That would be tragic.

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Partisan Shrugs as Johnny slips out "I am not filled with the urge to press my thumbs into his eye sockets, I like him."The wolf, hath passed judgement. "Seriously though, you need to talk to May. You know what our equipment looks like, we're all cold war."Musing a few moments as she nomfs. "I havent gone alien hunting since the second world war, called them foo fighters back then of course. OSS was always wound up thinking they'd downed one, of course I'd find a huge mass of knocked over trees and scorched earth in the woods but no ship."

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"I filled May in briefly. For now she doesn't think SHIELD should be involved. I think she wants it off the books." And if May thinks that… well Jericho can count on one hand the number of times May has thought that.

"What have you been up to while I've been trapising about alternate dimensions and getting magic stuffed into me? I'm tempted to say now I know how you felt but I know what happened to you wasn't a laughing matter."

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Partisan shrugs "I get what you mean jerry, no need to fret. As for what I've been up to, nothing super interesting. Snapped some fuckers down in Mexico, got wrapped up in the Russian mob. Ran into whats Andrei whats his face over in Gotham, the war criminal jackass. Almost killed him, Your telephone friend was not in love with me. I like her though, woman has her heart in the right place. Far as I'm concerned, that sort've outlook should be rewarded not punished."A pause as she ponders. "Oh and I shot the joker, but I didn't kill him unfortunately. Put a fourty five in his shoulder from like sixty yards though, sounds cooler when I omit the fact I was aiming for his head right?"

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"Heh. Put one in the Joker? Well now you've done something the Batman hasn't." On top of, you know, all the other things she's done that the Batman hasn't.

"Was it my imagination or did you leave me a rather cryptic message regarding Pepper Potts?" He'd been thinking of Pepper recently but with all that's happened he can't quite remember why.

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Partisan shrugs "She signed on to the CCU, pledged serious financial backing and some additional avenues of intelligence. Said she didn't want to play around with the arms trade, I said cool. We can't hurt for the differing point of view, or the money. Said she'd look into snagging some sensor gear, and some new body armor for you."Snagging another cigarette and lighting up. "She's also a good way to get to Tony, if we need him I presume but I didn't bring her on for him."

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"Tony's pretty high profile for us. The man knows his business I'll give you that, but he does things his own way." Jericho grins a bit, eyes gleaming. "Can't really throw stones on that one though. You and I both do the same. Still, having friends and contacts is never a bad thing. Fantastic Four, Iron Man, some X-Men, SHIELD. I'll take what I can get."

Jericho takes a sip of his lemonade. "I've got a feeling on this one Partisan. I don't know what's going on. Still a lot of legwork to do and it's going to be a while, honestly, before I know anything. But I think this one's going to be bad. Real bad."

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"We are under equipped, under manned and in the dark. No matter what this is, it'll be messy and very nasty. I'm fine using my AKs for hoods and non-state chucklefucks, but if we're talking hoodoo science here then I'm going to need gear. Non-conventional smallarms, much better sensor equipment and we're going to need to find some more people. We need another shooter, and another ops person. You got any possibles there?"Shrugging some, as she slides her empty plate away.

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"Contacts and allies, yes. CCU Material? I'm not so sure. I've always got an ear to the ground though." Jericho glances out the window and then looks back, taking a couple more bites of his sandwich. "Still, it's a ways off. I do have a couple of more pressing projects I might need your help on though I'm not sure how yet. One involves Russian black ops and the other… well, less a project and more something I have to tell you. Slade Wilson visited me the other night.

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Partisan raises a brow, but remains silent before waving that cigarette after Jericho. "Ok, go on. You have my full attention Jerry, don't leave a girl hanging here."

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"He wants to recruit me for an impossible mission. Well, in his mind he already has. Won't take know for an answer. If you know the man's rep you know how he works. He caught up with me in Albany last night." Jericho shudders a bit. The man's ability to sneak while heavily armed is kind of frightening.

"I bargained with him. I help him and whatever team he comes up with in exchange for an in with him. Not a favor. He doesn't like owing people, but he'll hear me out at least, if ever I think we need him." It's a card Jericho wouldn't play except in the most extremely dire of circumstances. "He left me a message when he left too. I think he's working for or with someone named The Wall." It's a code name he knows from a previous incident. He also knows the name that goes with it.

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Partisan eye rolls "Cut the spook shit, who's the wall and do you want me to go kill this son of a bitch? Your call, your tea party here Jerry. I'm not going to tell you how to run your life, even if thats what I think maybe thats exactly what you need right now."

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"Amanda Waller, I believe. Super Spook affiliated with the CIA. Don't know much about her, don't know if she can be trusted. I wanted to see if maybe you knew of her, since you have contacts." Jericho shrugs. "I don't think we need to kill him yet. Or her. But hold that thought. I'm rolling the dice here on a spook up. I never did trust them and if this goes south, or if it's a setup, I'll need help and fast."

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Partisan smiles softly "Remind them your my friend, and remind them if they fuck with you I have very little problem with publically dismantling the CIA. Not like They havent given me more than enough cause, also I'd actually just get fury involved here if I were you. If these fucks are rogue, then we kill them. Same shit, different agency."Puffing away at that cigarette. "and the Russkies?"

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"Bit more complicated. My last trip into Limbo Illyana and I recovered some alternate world version of her brother. One of them, anyway, guy named Piotr. He's staying at my apartment with us at present. Anyway, he asked me to look into his other brother. Eldest of the three, a guy named 'Mikhail.' Turns out Mikhail here joined the Red Army and then the Cosmonaut Program and then was recruited into someting called Black Valley shortly before he died in a shuttle crash in 2004. Black Valley has no reference and in a place as obsessive with records as Russia, that's damn odd. So it's a black op and a relatively recent one. I promised I'd dig more into the circumstances surrounding Mikhail's death, so that means digging into Black Valley. But I figured SHIELD might drool over this one so I rung May up." Jericho's smirk says he was right about the 'drooling' part. "Still
waiting to see how they want to play their part, but this is gonna be twisty and no mistake. Might need a Partisan's touch at some point."

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Partisan nods softly "I'd need to meet this kid, and then I'd see where it goes. Black valley does sound oddball, maybe some PAPERCLIP style bullshit? Who knows, anyway I'm down for whatever mess your in. Now and Always Jerry, lucky for you I've been Russian a few times over the years wouldn't cha'know?"

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"You can come by my place and meet sometime. I'll set it up. Be gentle though. I know you will be, but the guy was imprisoned for a year by a demon lord and before that his world went to shit. Some kind of killer robots killed all the people. Burned down his whole world, bascially." Jericho shakes his head. "And he's a pacifist." Because nothing is ever easy. "Well, sort of. Guy will fight if he has to, clearly."

There's still time left and Jericho isn't in a hurry, so he settles in to enjoy lunch with the best friend a hacker could ask for.


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