Kitty Pryde (proudphase) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-02-16 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | pete wisdom, shadowcat |
Thread: Rough and Tumble
Characters: Kitty Pryde and Pete Wisdom
NPCs: Shady human traffickers
Location: A sketchy pub in London town
Timeline: 2/16 - Evening
Description: Kitty gets a nasty surprise when meeting up with some hackers but Pete comes to her rescue! ...kinda
Rating: PG-13 for violence?
Two days ago, Kitty had been holed up in a cruddy motel between North Salem and the City, trying to figure out her next step. After leaving the X-Men, she'd had a brief moment of panic over the fact that she now had no clue what to do with her life outside of a vague plan to find Xavier's killer, but she took a deep breath and things came together quickly from that point onward. After all, the motel had decent wifi. She had her laptop and a scrambler program for her traffic. That was all Kitty needed to become a force to be reckoned with!
She'd used some less than scrupulous programs to fish around the dark web. Lots of people were there, trading secrets, making deals that couldn't see the light of day because they weren't entirely legal commerce. And then there were the people Kitty was looking for. The sickos with a fascination for hate and violence. Even though the assassination had only occurred a few days prior, she'd found what she was looking for quickly. There was a group of hackers who said they had good footage that they had cracked into bystanders phones to get, new information they were willing to share with interested parties (specifically mutants motivated to buy the footage). They promised it would be not only unique but revelatory, and if Kitty could get her hands on evidence like that, maybe she could get the dumb-dumbs in the X-Men onboard.
She didn't necessarily need to buy the footage. She was just after the information in it. If it was particularly awful, she'd find a way to destroy it. However, when she expressed interest, the buyer had been adamant about a brokered meet up, stressing that they needed to vet her and that the footage was worth it.
That was how she'd wound up in England with barely a moment to toss her bag of clothes into another tiny hotel room before making her way to the single most squalid pub she'd ever seen. She was glad she'd worn a dark hoodie because she felt awkward and out of place among the working class men and the guys who were obviously career criminals of some sort. (Who wore gold chains anymore anyway?) She ordered a pint of Guinness and settled down.
From her bag she pulled out a sturdy looking tablet and a piece of grey paper. The paper she started folding into an intricate shape until it resembled a small origami unicorn. She set this down next to her glass, a sign for the right people to find her.