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To: [Allerdyce, John], [Blaire, Alison], [Pryde, Katherine]
From: [Cooper, Val]
Subject: security
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From: [Cooper, Val]
Subject: security
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January 11th, 2010
November 28th, 2009
Emma Frost was a very busy woman.
Ever since waking up from her unanticipated psychic coma, she was busy making sure all the pieces of her Academy puzzle were together. There were loose ends with Secretary Cooper, several of her employees looking for work with the government and elsewhere, and the lingering questions of how to protect her students and her school.
People with ten years missing were a risk she wasn't going to take.
She had received a memo from Gambit about the issue, but neither the government nor she really knew what to do about it. So Emma was going to go right to the source.
Ms. Pryde. At your leisure, we should discuss the circumstances of your arrival.
And by her leisure, Emma meant now.
Ever since waking up from her unanticipated psychic coma, she was busy making sure all the pieces of her Academy puzzle were together. There were loose ends with Secretary Cooper, several of her employees looking for work with the government and elsewhere, and the lingering questions of how to protect her students and her school.
People with ten years missing were a risk she wasn't going to take.
She had received a memo from Gambit about the issue, but neither the government nor she really knew what to do about it. So Emma was going to go right to the source.
Ms. Pryde. At your leisure, we should discuss the circumstances of your arrival.
And by her leisure, Emma meant now.
August 29th, 2009
July 26th, 2009
Johnny-come-lately, a new kid in town... (Forge, open to those extremely polite school people)
He pulled up in front of the school and sat there for a moment to work out if he'd actually just heard what he'd just heard. He'd stopped at the closed gates and leaned out of the car window to talk into the intercom system. He told them who he was, who he was with, blah blah yadda yadda the usual, and then. Whoa. Then, whoever was on the other end? They'd replied with words that made no sense in today's context. "An it please thee, sir, do makest thine way towards our most humble abode where, forasmuch as thou art our honored guest, we will do our utmost to ensure that thine sojourn here is most en-" and then he'd interrupted whoever was talking, because really, who the hell spoke like that? Well, outside of those Ren-faire things that he'd heard about.
Where the hell had Val sent him?
He decided that the only way to find out was to head up there and knock on the door and actually talk to the people. He grabbed his badge, made sure the safety was on on his gun and then checked that he looked okay. First impressions and all that, after all. He got out of the car once he'd cleaned his glasses, straightened his suit and then lifted his briefcase from the backseat. He didn't worry about locking the car since he'd already done some minor tinkering on it since he picked it up last week. It wouldn't open for anyone who wasn't registered as a DMA agent, and as for starting it? Anyone who wasn't him wouldn't be able to start it, unless he was in the car.
He crossed the carpark and made his way up the steps to the front door, before knocking sharply on the door. Three times. Then he waited.
Where the hell had Val sent him?
He decided that the only way to find out was to head up there and knock on the door and actually talk to the people. He grabbed his badge, made sure the safety was on on his gun and then checked that he looked okay. First impressions and all that, after all. He got out of the car once he'd cleaned his glasses, straightened his suit and then lifted his briefcase from the backseat. He didn't worry about locking the car since he'd already done some minor tinkering on it since he picked it up last week. It wouldn't open for anyone who wasn't registered as a DMA agent, and as for starting it? Anyone who wasn't him wouldn't be able to start it, unless he was in the car.
He crossed the carpark and made his way up the steps to the front door, before knocking sharply on the door. Three times. Then he waited.
June 26th, 2009
Gambit had quite a few secrets up his sleeve.
He didn't actually want this assignment, for one, because being at the Academy sent a weird shiver up his spine. But at the same time, he was the most qualified person to investigate theft, and he honestly did want to help the school. He had his reasons. Valerie Cooper only knew that he knew what he was doing. Why she felt the need to put him in charge of this investigation was something else altogether. Remy might have been a people person, but not in a way that encouraged trust.
To investigate and protect the school from what Remy considered the inevitable next break-in, he needed to know every inch of the place. He had taken the map Sean had provided, studied it, but was now testing his knowledge.
Lazy steps carried him through the hallways, red eyes watching every student and resident that passed by. They were either suspects or victims. Gambit hadn't figured out which was which yet.
He didn't actually want this assignment, for one, because being at the Academy sent a weird shiver up his spine. But at the same time, he was the most qualified person to investigate theft, and he honestly did want to help the school. He had his reasons. Valerie Cooper only knew that he knew what he was doing. Why she felt the need to put him in charge of this investigation was something else altogether. Remy might have been a people person, but not in a way that encouraged trust.
To investigate and protect the school from what Remy considered the inevitable next break-in, he needed to know every inch of the place. He had taken the map Sean had provided, studied it, but was now testing his knowledge.
Lazy steps carried him through the hallways, red eyes watching every student and resident that passed by. They were either suspects or victims. Gambit hadn't figured out which was which yet.
June 14th, 2009
There were no pay phones left in Washington.
That was the first clue that things had changed. Kitty had spent a fair amount of time in and out of the nation's capital as a student at the Academy; while their powers training was much more of a priority, they'd gone on academic field trips to the Smithsonian and the like. But block after block where Kitty expected to find pay phones left her with empty spaces, and everybody talking into slim and tiny cell phones.
Finally she found one, in a dingy shopping center on the outskirts of the city. And Kitty called the only place where she was sure she could find answers.
[open to anybody at the Academy!]
That was the first clue that things had changed. Kitty had spent a fair amount of time in and out of the nation's capital as a student at the Academy; while their powers training was much more of a priority, they'd gone on academic field trips to the Smithsonian and the like. But block after block where Kitty expected to find pay phones left her with empty spaces, and everybody talking into slim and tiny cell phones.
Finally she found one, in a dingy shopping center on the outskirts of the city. And Kitty called the only place where she was sure she could find answers.
[open to anybody at the Academy!]