Lance and the Death Wolf

Summary:
November 22 2014: Lance Hunter tracks down Jeremiah Wolfson

Starbucks in Queen

Starbucks. There's, like, a million of them.


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There's a certain man who keeps popping up on SHIELD's radar. A man named Jeremiah Wolfson. He matches the profile of a man employed by the SSR during the second world war. Except that man had been a French ex-patriot who went by the codename of Loupi. He was a superb guide and sometimes went behind the lines to do the SSR favors like gathering intel or removing German officers. What exactly this same man is doing in America seventy years later looking like he hasn't aged a day… is a really good question. He's demonstrated some unusual capabilities before but even so it's far from clear what he is.

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If something is on SHIELD's radar, Lance Hunter has an interest in it, purely professionally, mostly for monetary gain. Which is why he is handing around certain city streets, watching certain doors in certain buildings. He does it well, lounging on a bench, waiting for a bus apparently. He is seemingly reading a book, and even turning the pages as he waits.

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There he is. Jeremiah Wolfson. Park Ranger. Stopping for a coffee. Strange to see someone calmly sipping Starbucks who is on vid captures with some kind of magic wand flipping cars over and throwing them at the being known at Loki. He doesn't seem meglomaniacal. Which is to say, he's not twitching or monologuing.

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Ah the bus is not coming, and so he makes his way over to Starbucks, ordering a coffee, flirting with the coffee maker, goddess of coffee, or whatever they call themselves these days. Turning, someone jogs his elbow, spilling coffee over himself. The burning startles him so much that he steps back, jogging Jeremiah in his turn. "Oh god, man, I am so sorry… Here, let me… " He grabs a handful of napkins, dabbing both of them, clearly embarrassed.

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'Wolfson' is… creepy. He's not particularly doing anything but it's as if he exudes an aura of… what is that? Danger, perhaps. Yes, that's it. It's like he's a predator, stalking some nebulous thing. "No… it's fine." The man says softly. "Happens sometimes. Are you hurt?"

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Lance Hunter is frankly British Charm bought to life, as he smiles bashfully, lifting a hand to get that coffee goddess attention, "Look, let me buy you another, two coffees, same again and whatever my friend here had…" He gestures towards a chair before he takes it, "How embarrassing. Do you mind if I ride out my humiliation for a moment?"

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"I suppose I don't." Fenris smiles faintly. The God-Wolf's accent isn't even remotely french and his features are slightly different but not enough that it could really be a different man. Slightly different complexion maybe. "I'm Jeremiah. And you are…?"

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The coffee comes and Lance gives her a look that is definitely flirting, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Lance. I would say it is a pleasure but.." He waves a hand down at his soaked jeans, dabbing it lightly with the napkins. "Bus didn't show up, and now this." The rueful grin invites the other to share his faint amusement at himself.

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"Waiting for the bus?" Fenris knows the feeling. "Ah New York life. You weren't burned were you?" There's something about Lance… a scent he can't quite place. Smells like… hrm… what does he smell like? Fenris knows he's scented it recently.

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"A little scalded." The rueful reply is delivered with a grin, as he settles into drink his coffee, "There'll be another along in a minute. Likely three." A British joke, perhaps it travels. "So what brings you to the Starbucks of fame?"

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"Coffee." Jeremiah chuckles. "I'm a park ranger, I work government hours. It's… entertaining, I suppose. But it does require the occasional latte. And you Lance? Other than a late bus." What is that scent? "Were you looking for something perhaps?"

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"Sounds good. Out in the fresh air, getting some exercise." The swig of his coffee, and he swallows, adding quietly, "I was. I was looking for you, as it happens." The rueful smile comes with charm as standard, and he offers his hand, "Lance Hunter, Independent Military Contractor, currently working with SHIELD." Jeremiah's response is observed closely, and he adds, "Here entirely off my own back. May will remove body parts when she finds out."

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"Aaaaaah. A name I know. Agent May is of a particular disposition yes." He sips his coffee. That's the scent. Paperwork. It's been a while. "What brings you to me then? Curiousity or something more… pressing?"

More relaxed now, Lance tilts his chair back, relaxing into a sprawl even. "Curiousity, mostly. If I can persuade you to help us out a bit, I might get some badly needed brownie points." He leans forward, lowering his voice to comment, "I believe she overheard me this morning saying she had a stick up her arse."

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"Mmmmmmmmmm…" Fenris chuckles. "I am often busy. However I can be persuaded to help out sometimes. Do you have a particular problem now or is this more… preventative." He quirks an eyebrow. "And how much do you know about me?"

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"Well, I know you take having coffee poured on you deliberately rather well." The grin is broad, and he lowers his voice, speaking for the other's ears only. "I hear you could be my great-grandfather, if I had a bit of the trickster in the family, and a magic touch, with a touch of the change ability." A brief and discreet summary. "I think a useful agreement between you and SHIELD would benefit both of you. And me, of course."

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"And you, of course." Fenris doesn't mind benefiting people. It's how he makes friends after all. "Well you certainly have my attention Lance Hunter." The name is spoken with a bit of a resonating sound. True name. Freely given. "What kind of arrangement did you have in mind? Im quite curious now."

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"Frankly, anything May wants. The woman might be entirely made from steel, but my preference is to talk my way out of the bollocking I imagine she has planned." The grin is quick, and he considers the options, "Allies, perhaps, in the battle against Evil in the world…"

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"Evil…" Fenris muses on that. "Tell me, Lance Hunter, do you know who I am, really? I wonder if you knew that if you would be so eager to enlist me in the battle against evil. And whose evil? That's a question worth asking. You're an independant. What do you thinkg?"

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The frank look he gets is blunt, "I know what I could wrangle out of them, Jeremiah, so no. But Hydra is pretty damned evil by any standards, and me… I do the job, I get paid. I prefer my money from people who won't attach me to machines and hurt me if I mess up. May might kick my arse but she'll not torture me for fun." Bluntness now, in a very British style.

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Fenris chuckles. "HYDRA. I'm familiar with the children of the Snake though they're not in my usual line." He considers. "I'd be willing to at least hear propositions from Agent May." Beat. "And you. Anyone bold enough to spill coffee on the Death Wolf certainly deserves some kind of reward."

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Lance is in the process of leaning back, tilting his chair back, a habit he might lose after today, between May and now Fenris. The chair overtilts and, in the process of recovering his balance, the coffee lands in his lap. "Bugger, bugger, my cock!" The words are definitely utterly British, and then he is aware of the absolute silence around him, as he pats his.. more delicate parts. The gaze turns back to Fenris, and he says, attempting a joke, "Death Wolf, you say?"

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Fenris just looks on in amusement. "You know, most people learn after the first time." He teases. "Yes. The Death Wolf. The Ender. The Sun Eater." He wonders if Lance has read enough to know to what he refers… and if the man will even believe him.

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"I'm going to start drinking iced water." The mutter is almost resentful, and Lance settles again, with a distinct wince. "I did read the classics, you know. England public school, you see…" The smile is brief, and he considers the other man. "I am trying to work out, you see, if it is a measure of your madness that you say you are that, or mine that I consider believing you."

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"Well as a famous English author once said: 'We're all mad here.'" Fenris grins. "Mmmm. In the end I suppose it does not matter what you believe I am, Lance Hunter. You think I can help you and I am willing. That will be enough for now. On the condition that only you or Melinda May contact me, I will certainly entertain requests for my aid."

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"There is no genius without a touch of madness. Another famous bugger." The reply is given with a grin, and he offers his hand, "I'll take this back to May, I'm certain she will be less furious with me." The handshake is followed by Lance rising to his feet. " Best get back."

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"Let me facilitate that." Fenris opens a Way behind Hunter as he rises off the chair and tips the the thing backward. Where does it lead? Why, right outside Melinda May's office, of course. "Best of luck?" The God-Wolf winks as the portal closes.


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