That'd Be A No

Summary:
November 02 2014: May and Triplett visit Trent after the meeting with Fury. Hunter shows up later.

Unit 24F

An apartment with a view of the Hudson


Characters

NPCs

  • K'nert

Mood Music:
[* None]


Since the meeting at the cafe Jericho's been keeping a lower profile than normal. Mostly he's been at home. Well, the place he currently thinks of as home anyway. He's making some stir fry in case the other two people who presently live with him show up. At the moment its just him and K'nert. He has been waiting to hear back from May on how things went at SHIELD but being a government organization of a sort. So he's not holding his breath.

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Melinda May didn't actually get to meet with Director Fury herself, but she knows that Triplett did. So rather than play the rumor game or make the taller agent repeat himself, she takes him to meet with Jericho in person. Again. At least she warns the hacker ahead of time by sending him a text just before they get underway. She's driving, so no texting while driving.

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"You know I'mma' get you back, right?" That's all Trip has to say to Agent May whilst they are en route to her contact. After all, he knows she set him up for that. But at least he got to meet Fury. He's also got a small smile on his face so May doesn't take it as more than a teasing threat. He's not trying to get punched out of a moving vehicle or anything like that. But then he's back to silence because May likes the quiet. Safer that way.

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Jericho has bugs in the hallway, and very good recognition software. He recognizes the sound of May's gait when she comes up the stairs and just as she and Trip reach the door, it opens. "Hey May. You're here a lot faster than I thought you would be. Agent Triplett… why don't you two come in. Don't mind K'nert… do you two want some stir fry?"

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Melinda May nods to Trent when he opens the door, apparently not at all surprised that he knew they were approaching the apartment, then steps inside proper. She visually locates K'Nert first thing, and opens the insulated bag she'd refused to let Trip inquire about on the way here. Pulling a Klondike Bar from the bag, she holds it up for the odd little creature to see for a second while she levels one of her more dangerous warning glares. She then lets the little demon take the ice cream bar from her and answers Jericho while heading into the kitchen, presumably to put the bag into the freezer. "Stir fry sounds good… as long as you leave out the water chestnuts."

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"I'm good. Thanks." Triplett just stands on the inside of the place of residence and semi-gawks. Just a little bit. Honestly, when there's random demons just lurking around in a place like this and they ain't freakin' May out and it's just a whole bunch of something that nobody else seems to be weirded out by, he's kind of got to just kind of shrug it off. But he still can't not go a little wide-eyed. He's seen some stuff but this is kind of pushing it. What the hell.

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Jericho spoons some out into a bowl. No water chestnuts, no but there are bamboo shoots. "Here you go, May."

The hacker's eyes gleam in amusement at the imp and Trip. The little lizard like being eyes the agent and then goes off to eat his klondike bar in a corner.

"Come on out to the terrace." Jericho motions. It's a nice place, overlooking the river, particularly at night when the city lights up. "So, how did it go?"

-

Maybe this will help toward explaining why May keeps Trent as an off-the-books asset/contact/informant. There's just some shit that most of SHIELD can't handle. Case in point, the cat-sized demon currently munching on a Klondike Bar in the corner of the kitchen's dining nook. At least the little Jim Henson reject remembered to open the wrapper this time.

May accepts the bowl from Jericho, snags a fork unless the hacker actually keeps chopsticks on hand, then nods and steps out onto the terrace. "Figured it was best to make Triplett go through this only once." She suspects she knows what Fury's response was, but she knows better than to assume anything.

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Trip heads out towards the Terrace while still trying to keep an eye on the Muppet in the Corner. He's ready for action if he needs to be, but still manages to make it out to the Terrace without getting attacked. So that's a good thing. "Right." It takes him a moment to remember what was said to him. "After he tore me a couple of new ones, one of them about you" Trip eyes Jericho. " he moved right along to giving me, or us, what I like to call a Soft Yes." Trip shrugs a little bit. "But he wants to meet with us before we head out, guns blazing. /All/ of us." Another look at Trent.

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Jericho's eyebrows quirk. "Meet and greet mmm?" By the way he folds his arms and leans back against the wall he's not exactly amused. "Interesting. He say way?"

Whatever's going on behind Jericho's eyes, it's clearly generating smoke. Which is to say, Trip can almost see him thinking, considering.

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Melinda May just shakes her head slowly, waiting until she's swallowed a bite of the stir fry before speaking up. "So he didn't share any intel about Black Valley with you, just demanded a full briefing?" Typical. She takes another small forkful of the stir fry then nods to Trent slightly. Good stuff. And she's PICKY about her Asian food.

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"No idea." Trip responds to Trent with a shrug of his shoulders. "Probably has something to do with you playing as many sides of the fence as you can." Trip gives an almost accusing look in Trent's direction. "Or could have something to do with your girlfriend." This time Trip's look is actually accusing. But then he's shrugging it off and giving a wave of his hand. "It doesn't even matter. If we want to do this Op, we're gonna' need Fury's signature. And the only way we're gettin' that is if he debriefs us himself."

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Jericho straightens up and his eyes narrow. "Two things. Firstly I had no idea SHIELD took such an interest in my personal life, but I think I object. A lot. Second, I don't need Fury's signature to do anything. I came to SHIELD because I thought you guys might like to see whatever intel I dig up first hand rather than having me relate it after the fact. If I decide to share it at all, that is. I'm not Fury's dog to call and send as he pleases. I've got other resources and allies, so if SHIELD wants to play this way they can damn well do it without me." Beat. "That's a 'no' by the way."

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Melinda May sighs inwardly. That's pretty much what she expected was going to happen. Though, Trent just confirmed her suspicions in the worst possible way, and that's clear by the way her eyebrows draw together briefly. How in the HELL did Fury find out? That's what she wants to know. Because she sure as hell never so much as breathed Illyana's name in conjunction with Trent's. Ever.

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"Well. I guess that's that then." Trip offers a shrug of his shoulders and a dismissive wave of his hand. He's not about to get in the middle of all this nonsense. There are plenty more assignments that he can pick and choose from. He doesn't want to go to Russia anyway. It's cold. "May? I'll be downstairs." Trip gives a nod to Trent as he turns to make with the getting the heck out of here before the demon thing decides he's the enemy. "Good luck." And that's all he's got to say to him.

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"You can stay and have a beer if you'd like, Agent. K'nert won't bite. He knows better." Jericho waves as the other guy turns to leave and then turns his flickering gaze on May. The fact that he's a bit annoyed is pretty clear.

"So, May, any ideas why a multi-billion dollar UN spy Agency thinks it's any of its business what I do or don't do personally?"

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"Trip. Hang on." May shifts her bowl of stir fry to her other hand, then fishes out the keys to the car they arrived in and tosses them at the younger agent. "I'll find my own way back, and then we'll talk some more."

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"Yeah, yeah. I ain't see nothin'. I ain't hear nothin'. Next time?" Trip catches the keys, before giving a little salute in the direction of both May and Trent. Because this is definitely not up his alley. "Don't send me to get my ass chewed out by Fury for nothing, huh?" He frowns just a bit before he goes forth to take his leave. Still being cautiously wary of the demon thing on the inside. And he's muttering something or other. Probably just about looking like a fool in front of the Director.

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Jericho leaves May on the terrace momentarily to get his own bowl of stir fry and then returns. He eats in silence, watching may his question as yet unanswered. "And just when I thought I might actually start getting along with the Division, mmm?"

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Melinda May shakes her head again. "That's unlikely to happen. You refuse to drink the KoolAid." She's quiet for a moment longer before adding, "Back when Coulson and I first started working as partners, the water cooler talk could not get enough of speculating. I'm pretty sure there was even a betting pool at some point." She doesn't elaborate, but it's pretty easy to guess how she reacted to finding out about the rumors and betting pools and such.

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"Maybe I'll just keep working with you, then." Jericho makes a face. "When I can. Sorry, May, I honestly thought this'd be juicy enough to warrant dispensing with the usual BS. Apparently I was wrong. Also, apparently, I'm going to need to make plans to ditch this safe house at some point. I know for a fact SHIELD doesn't have surveillance devices in here. I'm a bit peeved that apparently you have a detail out there on me somewhere. Count on me making their lives miserable tomorrow."

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Melinda May nods. "Can't say I blame you. And I honestly would have expected this kind of crap from Hill, not Fury." She takes a deep breath as she finishes her stir fry. "If you need help moving anything… Well, maybe it's best if I don't know where you're going." And when Trent says that SHE has a detail out there, she frowns. "I don't have anything out there. Not even my car right now. And if you don't give them grief, I will." With that, she stands and heads inside to rinse out her bowl.

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Jericho comes back in with her, shutting the door. He'll see about some more active countermeasures soon. The nice thing about dealing with spies is that they don't often want to admit they're spying on you so if you make their lives difficult, they'll often try to figure something else out. And Jericho has enough experience playing this game with Hydra to have some good ways to do just that.

"Sorry May." He murmurs. "Didn't mean to make it personal. I'll keep in touch but yeah, if I burn this place I won't let on where the next one is. I have some options out there." Which is all he'll say on that. Plausible deniability and all that. "You going to stick around a bit? Or do you need a lift somewhere?"

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"I can stick around if you want me to." May would totally understand if he would rather she move along now. "But no matter how this shakes out, if you need someone to drive while you're in Russia, I'll tell Fury that I'm using vacation time and he can just deal with it." It's not like she doesn't have a ton of personal time banked.

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"I don't mind you staying a bit. Help me eat some of this Stir Fry if nothing else. I know you probably have a few questions for me that are… unrelated to this present mess, mmm?" May often does and generally speaking, offline, Jericho doesn't mind answering them.

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Melinda May says, "Nothing that can't wait," May says as she shrugs at the suggestion that she might have other questions. Instead of getting seconds of the stir fry, she opens the freezer to claim one of the Klondike bars she brought. And of course, K'Nert gets a warning stare. This one's hers, punk. "I've lived by the need-to-know for long enough that I know when I don't need to know.""

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"Yeah, but you've been enough of a friend that I think you've earned some right to know. So long as it doesn't get back into SHIELD's files, but I trust you." Jericho chuckles wryly. "I trust you enough not to go try hacking into SHIELD servers and erasing my data out of paranoia and spite. Though the way their survieling me it makes me wonder if I might not have a real reason to worry about having to do that soon."

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Melinda May scoffs faintly. "If your file has anything more than bare bones in it, they're getting their intel from elsewhere." And if she finds out who IS spilling to SHIELD, she might well have to have a TALK with them.

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Jericho grins wryly and his amber eyes gleam in amusement. "What? SHIELD poach info from other sources? Would they do that?"

The hacker shakes his head as K'nert, the imp, comes to perch atop the 'fridge and peers over at May. He doesn't even try for the klondike bar though. Jericho himself dishes out another bowl of stir fry. "Honestly though, that'd be somewhat worrisome. The only other group with anything resembling a file on me would be Hydra. And why HYDRA would be feeding SHIELD information is…" Beat. "Well, you get the idea."

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A creak of a floorboard and then they have a new arrival, quickly through one of the internal doors, shutting it behind him. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, giving them a brief grin, lopsided, charming, lazy, as he heads to the fridge, predictably seeking out a beer. "Careless of you both. Did you know you are being followed?" The casual statement comes as he opens the beer, leaning against the side, Hunter's grin cocky, amused, "If you wanted to leave now, they can find themselves immobilized, too busy to follow you." The offer is spoken in the sarcastic, British accent, with one eyebrow cocked. He takes a swig, adding, "No, May, they didn't see me."

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Melinda May levels a VERY unimpressed glare at Hunter. "Don't make me kick your ass, Hunter. Again. Or better. I think I'll let this apartment's owner do the ass kicking." She considers the ice cream sandwich in her hand, then holds it up for K'Nert to take. You'd better remember this, you little punk. "Why are you here, anyway?"

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Jericho turns, flicking the leather case behind him. In an eyeblink the device inside unfolds into a wicked looking blade. The man's eyes glow brightly in surprise and then anger. Any move to attack though is held up when May seems to know the man. "May, who is this?" He says carefully, his traces starting to glow blue, a sure sign that he was just a second ago preparing for metahuman level combat.

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Hunter gives her that grin, untouched by the glare, mock innocent leveling in his features. "Me? Well, I saw people tailing my good friend, my companion in arms? How could I not offer my help?" He spreads his hands, taking a swig of the beer before he makes the gesture. He toasts Jericho, "Lance Hunter, at your service, mate. Why are they following you? Why are our guys following you?"

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Melinda May breathes out a long sigh, dusting her hands off after relinquishing the ice cream sandwich to the cat-sized demon on top of the fridge. "Hunter, you are a bloody git sometimes. And this is Trent, the person whose home you just broke into. Trent, Hunter is former MI5 with a Matt Smith is 007 complex."

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The way May's reacting makes Jericho think that perhaps it's not necessary to try slicing this guy. The blade folds away and goes back with practiced ease into the case slung on the hacker's back. "Alright Hunter. May hasn't tried to throw you out, so I'm not going to either. Yet." Beat. "Before I answer your question let me pose one of my own. Why… are you in my house?"

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"Hey!" The protest would sound more genuine without the grin that follows, "007 had nothing on me. The chap drank weak martinis for fucks sake." The insult does bring a grin, and he shifts the beer to his other hand, offering his free one to Trent. "Someone followed you earlier. Consider me the back up, something I can't do from outside so easily. My pleasure, no need to thank me. So who are we kicking the fuck out of tonight?"

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"How about Nick Fury. Up for that?" It's in jest, well, half jest. Jericho's not crazy enough to actually do that to the head of one of the largest spy agencies on the planet. But he's not happy at all with SHIELD right now both for the way they've apparently been watching him - something he intends to fix - and the way they expected him to come when called.

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"Depends. How much are you paying?" Half in jest in reply, and he takes a sip of the beer, his gaze steadily on Jericho, watching him closely. "Did you resent the dog whistling then? SHIELD isn't subtle, mate." The glance at the door is thoughtful, and his gaze moves over the room, taking in the set up, examining exits, entry points, defenses.

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Melinda May resists the urge to roll her eyes at Hunter then tosses a sidelong glare at Trent. "No one. You'll have to get your jollies elsewhere." She crosses her arms and watches Hunter casing the room. "He's not an official contact, Hunter. SHIELD has no rights to boss him around."

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Jericho shrugs at Hunter's question though he does chuckle at the joke. "I'd pay quite a lot to watch, at any rate. I like working with SHIELD when that's an option. And when I have contacts I can trust. So far I've got…" He eyes May meaningfully. "One."

K'nert, the imp, hops down off the fridge and onto the countertop to peer over at Hunter, hissing a bit, though it's not clear what, if anything he's saying.

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Hunter gives May a look of injured innocence, "She never lets me have any fun." The mock-complaint is done with a barely repressed grin, and he simply offers the beer to the imp, lifting his eyebrows, "Want some of mine, mate? I suppose I should be going any road."

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"Yes, you should be going, Hunter." May tosses a look toward Trent before adding to the Brit, "I'll go with you, so you point out those people that tailed me. I want to have a talk with them."

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Jericho waves. "Have fun you two. May, my apologies for anything that comes across your desk in the future." She'll know what he's talking about. He's about to make keeping tabs on him unpleasant, expensive and in as many cases as he can manage, actually impossible. Yes, he's being vindictive. No, it's not exactly petty. "Talk to you offline later. Have a good evening."


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