Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-04 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, motoko kusanagi |
Who: Belle Boudreaux and Motoko Kusanagi
Where: Motoko's place
What: Belle wants some help with a problem
When: Late Wednesday
Warnings/Rating: brief mentions of past violence
Status complete
Belle had some more information about Cerebus thanks to the raid with Scott and the others. She was tempted to just be satisfied with that, but there was too much on the line and none of the leads would be easy to follow.
So she’d done some digging and found someone else who might know a thing or two about Cerebus. A hot Japanese lady named Motoko Kusanagi. She was INTERPOL, but Belle hoped they’d get along well enough. The enemy of my enemy is often my friend, after all.
She knocked softly on Motoko’s door. She was still in her work clothes, so she looked fairly respectable. She had her ID in her pocket, for once, ready to prove her credentials (as much as they could be proven). She hoped the woman would be willing to talk.
Motoko might not be willing to talk. She took her time to answer the door, checking to see if the person there might be a threat. She was wearing a thin, white top and short exercise shorts, and hadn’t been at all prepared for visitors. She opened the door after a moment, looking the woman over. Her skin was smooth and flawless, and her eyes were an unusual shade of purple. So was her hair. She still looked like her Interpol picture, except for those details.
Belle’s left eyebrow twitched up, but that was the extent of her reaction to Motoko’s hair. “Good afternoon. I know my visit is unexpected, I apologize for dropping in on you like this. My name is Belle Boudreaux, I have some questions I’d like to ask you regarding the Fire Nation.”
“Who’s your agency?” She asked, voice even. It betrayed no emotion, except a little suspicion. The way she held herself screamed that she was much more capable and confident than even her position with Interpol would normally indicate.
Belle took out her ID and handed it over. She wasn’t going to announce that she was CIA aloud in the hallway. “Here’s my credentials. You can check me out if you want, I have no plans for the rest of the day.”
“Come in.” She stepped aside to that Belle could come in, holding the ID back out to her. It met initial inspection and she was already running a check with one of her back ground processes. Wifi in her brain was the best thing ever.
Belle nodded and smiled. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Kusanagi.”
“What do you know about the Fire Nation?” Not what do you want to know. What do you know.
“Little. I’m actually working on a case involving Cerebus. I know that the Fire Nation backed them and then stopped when its leader was assassinated. I know that it’s more or less disbanded and you’re responsible for that. I would like to know if you found anything about Cerebus in your investigations.” She spoked matter-of-factly, her hands loosely clasped in front of her.
Motoko nodded her head, and kept her face neutral. She didn’t want to betray her part in all of that, or in hunting down the leader’s replacement. “Cerberus sounds familiar. They were sharing man power and intel.”
"Yes. Some kind of mutually beneficial arrangement." Belle hoped Motoko had something useful. She hated to disrupt people's lives for no reason.
“I passed on the relevant intel. Most of it seemed to be weapons shipments. They were running through Fire Nation warehouses. Some serious, serious hardware.”
“I’ve read your reports.” Belle said with a nod. “But I’m here about some things that a smart agent would have omitted from their reports. You listed biological agents as being one of the things the Fire Nation passed on to Cerebus, but did not clarify what that meant. After my recent dealings with one of their cells I’ve come to believe this was a genetic sample taken from a civilian. Do you know if that’s the case or not?”
She looked Belle over, and then tapped her lip. “It might be. I also omitted a few other things.” Like fire. And death.
Belle’s head tilted slightly to the right. She was having flare ups of her telepathy, but she didn’t get anything from Motoko. “I know you have little reason to trust me. All I can tell you is that I want to keep people safe. All people.”
“I’d like to be able to keep my job, and not go into a mental institute,” Motoko replied, quirking an eyebrow.
“You’re already in an asylum.” Belle noted with a small laugh. “There’s nothing I can do to prove myself to you.” The only way she had to demonstrate her own oddities was to use her powers, and they were very destructive.
Motoko sighed. “Can I see your phone?” She held out her hand.
Belle frowned. “Why?” There wasn’t anything interesting on it, except maybe some pictures she was planning to send to Nicholas when she was in Boston.
“I want to share something with you,” She said, patiently.
Belle shrugged and handed over her phone. Thank God she’d thought to wipe anything sensitive this morning.
“Thanks.” Motoko did something really really strange then. She reached behind her head and pulled out a wire. She plugged it into the phone, waited a second, then handed it back. “I just loaded a video.”
It was her final memories against Iroh, and then waking up in front of Mayuri and learning how to move her new body again.
Belle stared while it happened, unable to do anything else. She hadn’t expected that at all. “Thank you.” She looked at her phone, and saw that she did indeed have a new video. “I can see why you omitted that detail.”
“It’s not every day you get killed by a human dragon and then downloaded into a cyberbrain and body from your dreams.” Motoko shrugged, and let the cord slip back into her neck.
“I’d hope not.” Belle noted with a laugh. “This is all very interesting, and now I know what you have at stake. But what I need to know is if you’re going to help me or not.”
“If it brings down the bad guys and lets me in on some action, I’m all for it. Interpol doesn’t really let me shoot things.”
“I’m not really here to shoot things extraneously. If something needs to be shot it gets shot, but right now I’m trying to build a case against the rogue CIA agents in the Cerebus ranks. I’ve got a name to investigate, if you’d like to help I’m sure I can swing it.”
“Just tell me when. I even have some backup.” Canaan might be willing to help, though neither she nor Canaan knew her real handler was CIA.
“The more the merrier.” Belle said with a laugh. “We’ll do it Saturday.”
Motoko nodded. She thought that Canaan would appreciate the action. And seeing the woman in motion was always a joy. “Saturday, I’ll clear my schedule.”
“Good.” Belle reached into her ID and produced a card. “Call me Friday night, I’ll set up a meeting place.”
She took the card, scanned it with her eyes, then crumbled it up. “I’ll talk to you then.”
Belle nodded and turned to leave. “Have a good week, Ms. Kusanagi.”