Information Warfare

Summary:
February 01 2015: Fury makes his decision about Melinda May

New York Naval Yards

Fury's Private SUV is quite warm and can get the big game. No surprises there.


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The US Navy Shipyard is as dark and cold as everywhere else right now on the North Eastern Coast. Sheets of snow descend upon the closed down lots and yards past an open gate and down a strip of road a SHIELD GX is parked. It would be invisible if it wasn't a black patch amidst a blanket of white.
Nick Fury is inside of that vehicle in the back seat with a lone driver. A glass of scotch in one hand, the Super Bowl playing on a very small TV in front of him.
The inside of the SUV is very warm, heater fully cranked.

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Jericho Trent is here, posing as a civilian contractor. Well, sort of. It was easy enough to get past the gate guard, the more so because he's familiar with both the electronic and physical security features of military bases. The yard itself isn't working right now. It's Sunday after all. He pulls his rather typical, innocuous civilian pickup to a halt. There's a parked SUV there, completely innocuous itself. Such things aren't entirely uncommon sights on military bases. Well. Random parked cars aren't. Always someone doing some crappy kind of detail even on Superbowl Sunday during the big game. He's fairly certain though that one's not some Chief Petty Officer that drew the short straw. The hacker sighs and gets out, looking about as the snow comes down. Damn it's cold out here. He's getting too used to elsewhere…

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Melinda May could honestly not care less what day it is. She's been very pointedly distancing herself from all things SHIELD for the past several days. She knew exactly where to go to make tracking her down and speaking with her as inconvenient as possible and she used that knowledge so effectively that Fury likely had to go to some lengths to even track her down inside Gotham city limits. But he's Fury, he can do stuff like that and make it seem effortless to everyone else.

Thus, some forty five minutes after that damned football game has started, May finds herself walking through the thickly falling snow toward a familiar-looking vehicle. Damn Fury for picking this frustratingly inconvenient location.

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The door to the SUV pops open and Fury's man in black costume routine is very visible, "Agent May, come on in, call your friend in too. We'll all have an overdue chat." A peer out of his head and he takes all the snow in, "Goddamn it's a helluva night. Half-time show is about to begin."
There is room inside the vehicle for Jericho and May.

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Melinda May refrains from sighing, though the comment about calling her friend in? What? She stops at that, ready to reach for the sidearm she has concealed under her jacket. No, she's not licensed to carry concealed — not publicly, anyway — but damned if that's going to stop her. The new 1911 was a gift from the Partisan, and apparently made FOR her. NO way in hell she'll be caught without it any time soon. "Sir?"

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"He means me." Jericho has gotten close enough for that now and it's not like Fury was making a secret of it. "Hello Director." He'll get in the car. Because being in the car doesn't put him in any further danger of abduction than just being in the general area. And it's not really Fury's MO either. He waits for May to get in before sliding along in behind her. Once glance is spared to the screen. He could stream it if he wanted to so…

"Still redecorating at the home office I take it?"

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"Mr. Trent. " Fury scoots over so they have room inside across from. The Director is a very tall man. "Cold night, still felt like a drive. Got some updates from Hunter that concern both of you… At least it's not hard to get you both in the same boat." The bottle of scotch is lifted up and offered, "It'll help warm you up. Some of the best Scotch this side of the Atlantic." Small talk still engaged, one they're in and settled he will no doubt skip straight to business. Best to enjoy this side of him while it lasts.

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"Thanks." Jericho murmurs, taking a couple finger's worth of the scotch. He's more of a vodka person himself these days but good alcohol is good alcohol, particularly when it's this good. "So Hunter reported back. We had an… interesting conversation. I have to confess to being curious what he told you, exactly." He glances over at May knowing that she's been off grid and off work for near a week now.

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Melinda May turns to look at Trent, then narrows her eyes suspiciously. Since when do these two occupy any space smaller than the entire Triskelion without disagreements starting up? She does climb into the vehicle, but she declines the scotch and remains tense. THIS. THIS is why she detests Administrative Leave so much. Stuff happens and she's not told about it.

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The bottle is set aside after May declines but still in reach while Fury continues to drink from his glass, "Any conversation with Hunter is usually described as 'interesting' I find the man this side of annoying but he is good at what he does. Kind of like you, annoying, a pain in the ass, but valuable. You know this though already?"
The half-time show is quickly muted as Katy Perry and Missy Elliot start up a terrible duet or whatever mess one wants to call that. "It all boils down to the cons and the pros. Cons are always easier to work with." Extra windows open up on the small TV, visual feeds of the coastline, different locations around the world, a lot of stuff involving the ongoings with Atlantis.

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Jericho nods quietly. Fury is a man he finds a bit… well let's just say his opinions on the man are a bit schizophrenic. On the one hand, the man is a dedicated patriot whose one goal in life is to keep the world and his people safe. On the other hand, doing that means that he's frequently a controlling ass. "I like to think that I've been rather helpful over the past several months. Mostly you can thank May for that." He's not sure if that helps May's cause or not, but it is the truth.

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Melinda May just sits there silently and lets the two men talk around her. If she were anyone else she'd be THIS close to crossing her arms and grumping. She's tempted to say something scathing, but again, she opts to just keep it to herself. She'll destroy another of Partisan's practice dummies later.

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"May does well enough without you and she doesn't require being thanked or do you?" Fury asks with one brow rising up - the one over the patch. "Before you came along she was a shining example of SHIELD operative excellence. That is why we're at this point. I was going to let you continue your one man war against HYDRA but it's not so one man anymore. You got friends now, contacts, dangerous allies, public menaces, wannabe heroes, both sides of the coin. It's not a pretty line up as bizarre as it is." A pause and a call comes through the man holds up his glass with a finger up, "Veronica, I'm in a goddamn meeting over here… " <Insert Peanuts Parental Unit Talk> "Tell the World Council reps I'm running late. If they bitch you know what to do… yes… yes doughnuts.. thats right save the strawberry for me. Got it? All right. No more calls."
"She is new. Now… where was I… "

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"My odd lineup." Jericho smiles a little and shrugs. "And no, I doubt May needs praise from me. I'm constantly vaguely surpised she hasn't strangled me. My deal with HYDRA is… well, my deal. Mostly I try to keep it out of places where others are going to notice and get hurt because I'm a soldier. Or was, anyway. I take help wherever I can get it and I'm useful enough that people tend to like keeping me around."

"What I don't get, honestly, Director, is why we keep having these meetings. Had one over the virus mess. Russia… well, we didn't see eye to eye on that one I guess. And now here we are again. I don't get it. I don't really ask for anything. I've fought and I've bled for your people but something about me just seems to piss SHIELD off. Maybe you can enlighten me. Or maybe you had another purpose. I'm still kind of wondering why May's here."

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Clearly Veronica is new. May's not heard of her before just now. But really, she's wondering the same thing Trent is. Why the hell are they here? She thought all opinions had been made clear over the Russia mess. And she sure as hell doesn't need to be here for a rehash of that. She silently wishes for this to be over with so she can figure out how she's going to get back to Gotham tonight.

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"You're not part of the plan, Mr. Trent. SHIELD accounts for everything, we got eyes and ears allover the world, in space, underwater, we're your neighbors, your grocery store clerks, your police officers, your gardener, your grandma. No eyes on you. No information on you. No real agenda then a massive hard on for HYDRA. That equates to vigilantism. It's almost a crime in my book. Almost. If my ass truly thought it was a serious crime, you'd be slapped in prison right next to the Batmans and the Frank Castles of the world. Least one of those nuts keeps his shit in Gotham and the other… well I don't think Castle even knows how to find his way around Facebook, you do. This is an age of cyberwar and high tech conflict most people never see. That makes you a wildcard."

A sigh and Fury looks at Melinda, "You're here because you let this vigilante in to our closet. That is a skeleton closet full of… " The man leans forward and emphasizes the words that come out next, "Stay. The. Fuck. Out." A slow recline after that and he smiles, "You're also here to be taken off administrative leave and put back on active duty. I even gave you a bonus. No bragging to the rest of the kids back at the office." A fingertap on the glass he is holding (it's empty now), "Welcome to SHIELD as an information asset Jericho Trent. You will be given a tagged access line you can use by permission of your handler, Agent Melinda May here and yes, it is monitored by yours truly. Next time we defend the Triskelion from attack… lets not invite the crew of whackjobs you brought in last time. That entire ordeal made us look like fucking nubs. I ain't a fucking nub. I'm Nicholas mother fucking J Fury and you all, are my funky bunch. My League of Extraordinary Men and Women… " The man's head turns and he throws his hands in the air, half-time show has been over for a bit and he's already missed most of the third quarter. "I hope this TIVO'd!"

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"So long as I'm kept off the readable books." Jericho says with a shake of his head. Fury's aware of his concerns of HYDRA using them to locate him. Then again, Fury didn't exactly ask for contact info so… there's that.

He's aware that what this is. This is Fury making it so he can monitor and sanction his coordination with May. Which is probably good for May and can be worked around if for whatever reason it needs to be worked around. A fact that Fury himself has to be aware of, which makes the hacker more than a little curious. "I'll try and keep the playpen clean, though I should point out that I didn't invite the whackjobs except for the one Mage. I simply coordinated with people who were already there of their own accord."

Jericho does not point out that if SHIELD had the resources to beat off that kind of attack in the first place it wouldn't have ever happened and the whackjobs wouldn't have been necessary. Fury has to be aware of that as well, and there's no need to rub Nicholas MF Fury's nose in it. The man's been in overdrive trying to get protections in place and he can't say that he'd do any differently in his place. Jericho respects the man. He just can't trust the office, or the Division. Not as it is.

"I'll feed any intel I get through May, then." Which he's been doing anyway. Maybe someone will actually listen to her now.

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Okay, May knew Fury would reinstate her eventually, but not like this. So yes, she's caught a little bit off guard, but she manages to cover it up quickly enough. She'd LIKE to mention that Trent has has several opportunities to snoop around in SHIELD's computer systems in the past and has steadfastly refused to do so, but…that is likely best left unsaid. Thus she simply opts for a quiet, "Yes, sir." and leaves it at that. She'll return to duty tomorrow morning. Tonight will be spent returning to Gotham, cleaning up the safe house Oracle loaned to her, and other various and sundry. Woo. Fun.

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"Off the books is in our operating manual." Fury assures Jericho. "We got defenses, men and women ready to serve up their lives on a silver platter if SHIELD asked. I'm just saying - keep that kinda shit close to home. Fortunately for all of us most of the leaks with this could be contained, everything was in prime form despite the chaos. Hence the bonus, May. Disciplinary action in the form of your leave was protocol, someone had to chew the rest of the bullets I couldn't fit in my mouth. 'cause we all answer to some one."
B-DEET-DEET-B-DEET-DEET

"Speaking of… that is Beelzebub and his seven hairy goats. They're trying to screw me out of my one remaining nut."

A tip of his head and Fury looks at May, it's that, /you know what you got to do look/ Codex, information, be the handler, keep it tight. It's a mantra for Fury anymore, keep it tight.
"I got a phone call and some excuses to make so I can watch the rest of this game. You two have a good night, don't stay up past the tide, that shit in there is going to get real very soon." Very soon. The door will open and that black SUV will roll away in to the night once Agent and Hacker are both out.

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Jericho watches the SUV roll out and glances back at the pick-up he appropriated for this little jaunt. "Well that went much less horribly than expected." See? He gets nice surprises every now and again. "Do you need a ride anywhere, May?" May's given him plenty, that's for sure. Of course, even if she accepts it, she'll probably insist on driving.

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Melinda May also watches the SUV leave, and slowly releases a breath she had not realized she'd been holding. "Yeah. I left some stuff at Oracle's place." Euphemism, but essentially true enough.

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Trent tosses the agent the keys. "Let's go then. I can help you pack it up, at least. Not got plans for the next few hours."


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