Pete Wisdom is saving the world...from itself. (mister_wisdom) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-12 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, nick fury, pete wisdom |
"So, you've got a sandwich and some tea for me?"
Who: Fury, Wisdom (brotp)
What: Impromptu meeting in a park, discussing Alma Wade, Harper, Caroline, hackers, and briefly touching on the Cerebus incident.
When: Today
Where: Public park, somewhere in the OC
Rating: PG(13), some language
Status: Complete!
Someone was feeling a little clandestine that day. That someone was Pete Wisdom who - upon hearing back from Mr. Nick mother fuckin' Fury - had decided on a public park between their two respective locations, as their meeting point.
It was a very idyllic space, a few trees, some snot-nosed children running around in the background, ice cream peddler with a pushcart. Pete didn't really care about the idealistic, just the public space he was about to smoke up, so he didn't have to smoke up the FBI building. It was a win/win for everyone.
He paced next to a bench, keeping an eye out on his surroundings, smoking like a choo choo. Once that cigarette gave it's life in the pursuit of lung cancer, it was snuffed out and another one was freshly lit.
It's really a wonder he didn't have the patch on WHILE smoking, because that's kinda how Pete rolls. But no, he downgraded to ultra-lights, and those things, to him, were like sucking in fresh air. Blech.
Fury strode over, past the ice cream vendor, glowered at some squirrels who seemed to be debating on whether to throw an acorn at him, and met Wisdom at the spot they'd picked, all in silence, might we add, and then gave him a barely perceptible nod. "So." he said simply. Really, what else was there to say? He had had...a busy weekend so he didn't go into details.
Pete swore he was still working off that hangover he'd earned by drinking while having pneumonia, with Domino. So he recognized the sort of pissed off bearing that only someone who had 'a busy weekend' could manage to radiate as an aura. In fact, it was the sort of aura his sister would have fun plucking at. Maybe Fury would murder her. And that would be awesome in Pete's book, because...even if he sometimes loved his sis like only a pissed off lil brother could...she could be a real thorn in his side the rest of the time.
He refrained, somehow, from asking right then and there if Fury would kill his sister with a high powered sniper rifle. Because even Pete knows that ain't right.
What was right, was that Pete was coughing a bit less and looked to have cleaned up. Everyone? Rejoice.
"So. Good to see you." Puffing wildly on his cigarette and keeping his voice lowered, Pete looked to be holding his hand out to shake hands with Fury. If Fury peeked down, with his eye, he'd see that Pete's thumb had an ironically named thumbdrive held between it and the palm of his hand. Transfer in progress. "Hate to be a pain in the arse and meet like this. But I had to wait for a clearance through the usual channels after review, before trading the information with you, the CIA and the likes."
Fury couldn't do the murder himself, that'd get him in trouble with the bureau but he COULD get someone shady to do it. He knew a lot of people who, while they hadn't been eventually held for anything, would probably do it. Did Wisdom want numbers or names? He could provide. That was for the best that he didn't ask though. He'd have gotten a narrowed version of The Eye. A narrowed version that might show off a bit of glitter elsewhere on Fury's face. And that would have just looked dumb. "Ah yeah, that'd do it." he agreed. "...Christ, I feel like I'm on a drug deal."
Nah, Pete wouldn't ask, because he figured the day would come when he'd be forced to kill his sister before she called up the devil and tried to shag him to death. Someone has to stop the evil. Might as well be a family member.
"Might as well be. There's no telling who's listening in. Not t'sound entirely paranoid? But you go about investigating shady international corporations involved in shady business practices, money laundering, possible terrorism..."
Pete blew a frustrated plume of smoke out of one corner of his mouth as he rolled his eyes, twirling his hand around so the cigarette between his fingers made a funny circular tendrils of carcinogens in the air.
"...then feck it, you end up with a big logo over your head that says 'shoot me, because I've got me eye on you.' Pun partially intended. I had a couple of things to talk at you about, as it is. First, is that bloody eugenics bollocks that's on that thumb drive. It took a while to funnel through the money trails, but Fat Bastard in cyber crime managed it in his usual plodding amount of time. So that's in there, along with the overview and other information we could find about that Caroline nutter who's a former scientist of Harper's and the whole Armachan mess."
"Anyway," Pete continued, nonchalantly, "I got the sense she was throwing me off Harper's arse by giving me the papers. Oh, and showing me a convenient photo she had of one Miss Alma Wade, whom I believe you know is already in hiding and should stay that way. That Caroline bird said she was essentially Alma's mum, but she also wanted t'know if I fancied a shag in her laboratory. Naturally, I said no. Because that's some freaky feckin' shite that I simply don't want t'get into, and I'm not into science kink."
Personal touch then? That was probably a good thing. Like a nice goodbye or something. Family members were better at that kind of thing.
"Point." He agreed, nodding. "So, you've got a sandwich and some tea for me?" he asked, slipping into the dealer slang. Then he shut up and listened instead. And enjoyed the contact carcinogens, let's be honest. Those were fucking soothing. And his eye was on a lot of people. You did too much and it turned in your direction, Like Sauron.
"I've got my suspicions as to where she is." Fury said, nodding. "In Hiding's as good an official label as anything. Far as I'm concerned, she crossed the border into Mexico and it's not my problem unless they make it my problem again. Science kink?" he raised, well both eyebrows, not just the one that could be seen. "Essentially." He repeated, frowning a little. "So we're talking more test tube. Figures."
Pete's family had the sort of touch to it that was the touch of evil. The further apart they were, the better. That was how he conducted himself on a regular basis, anyway. Maybe in light of his family being the way it was, he learned at a young age that it was always better to sleep, facing the doors and windows. Only now he would grab a duct tapped gun and fire a shot off as soon as possible.
Oh no, someone hasn't run into any trouble at all, ever, on his jaunts around the world. Or maybe before he ever left England for the first time, for that matter.
He also found himself thinking that...huh...that watchful eye of Fury's did have that sort of burning intense scrutiny that made it the perfect capstone for the top of a dark tower, in the middle of Mordor.
"Right, well, seems like the drug deals moved onto the valar net," Pete confessed at the sandwich and tea comment, and sounded like the valar net just made catching drug dealers even more difficult. Fuck you, internet. Instantly he snerked and put out his cigarette, lighting another. "I don't know where she is, either. Better that way for me, as well. Boils down to Miss Wade was a product of the eugenics program that Harper was funding, he and Caroline supposedly had a disagreement, and Harper probably wants his toy back. This is your juristiction, so I'm only relaying this to you. No telling wot sort of nutters science shite they've done to the girl. I met her, you know...."
Pete mouthed the words 'fucking disturbing' at Fury, like that? Was no joke at all, whatsoever.
Fury had taken to sleeping with a pistol under his pillow, another in the drawer next to his bed, and an emergency one under the other, empty now, pillow. His late wife hadn't really been in favor of guns being in bed at all, but at least he had company now, right? He was paranoid at best, and that was on a good day. So he got it, really, even if he didn't know about the touch of evil firsthand. He was actually starting to believe that Stark had that touch, but the armies of orcs could defeat it. Probably. Or at least subdue. And oh god the valarnet drugs.
"Shit." he said at the Alma part. "Poor kid. Is that shit even legal? I mean, do they have the approval to TAKE her back? Cause that right there's a good reason to file emergency guardian applications and get em rushed through."
"I was going to suggest that very thing," was Pete's reply, and he got a chill that wasn't associated with the temperature outside, at the mere memory. It was creepy having what felt like someone else's feelings smothering you, when it was something outside of one's norm. Creepy and stifling. "I can't do anything on our end, unless she's taken against her will, overseas. I'm not sure if there's legal grounds here, for Caroline. But she seemed upset. I still don't trust her, even if she warned me. I sent you everything I was given or I could dig up there, on the thumbdrive. But, it's better safe than sorry with the Wade kid, if you can get that rolling."
"Definitely." Fury agreed, running through a mental list of the lawyers they could use to get this through, and the judges who'd double time it. "Caroline...probably needs some kind of protection too. If she'd take it. She seem the type to accept it?"
"I've spoken to her before, she might trust me enough to ask. That's the odd thing, though. If Harper doesn't want to let his toys go, such as the case is supposedly with the Wade girl, then why's he so keen on simply letting a formerly employed scientist go off and start her own lab? Over a disagreement they had, about how things were done." Pete coughed and squinted, banging a fist against his sternum a couple of times. "Thing is, she should already be feeding sharks off the coast of this ruddy state, or have a bullet in her head, and be covered o'er with concrete."
"Only a thought, though," Pete finished. "I'll approach her again, see if that's what she wants, try t'dig about a bit more, then send you an encrypted message routed through Interpol's systems, t'let you know. I passed along the info, like I'd said, to the CIA, so they're aware of it now too. This is your area though, so they'll probably look t'you to solve it."
He still had something else to say, but Pete wasn't in any rush, and he was still mulling over how to approach it, tactfully, for once in his forsaken life.
Fury nodded at that bit."No, you're right that doesn't add up. There's gotta be a backdoor he's got somewhere. I'm not sure what all the protocols are but we already know he's not too keen on scientific ETHICS, don't we?" Little frown.
"Likely. I'll talk to her again, see if anything turns up. I could be a prick and apply pressure, but we'll see how that goes," Pete said, before eyedarting to and fro, like he had 2.5 seconds of physical discomfort peeking through the devil-may-care facade. "The other thing's...uhh..Cerberus and the whole Katherine Pryde situation. I know she's likes piddling about on her computers an' the likes. I know you two were playing those bloody video games an' shite. But...do you think, possibly, you could leave her out of any future messes? And hopefully she'll stay out of any future messes. I'd rather not hear about her getting hurt or the likes. She does some incredibly stupid and dangerous things, from time to time. It's just...you know, live long and prosper. Simply do it elsewhere. If that makes sense."
He's not volunteering the 'hey that's my ex' portion of the discussion, and he was sucking down that cigarette like his life really depended on it.
"I can see if she'd be willing to dial it back," Fury said, his eyes shifting. 'If she doesn't want to, well, there's always taking that up a notch, making sure she doesn't get anything of that sort tossed her way. She's good, she's valuable but right now? It's probably better she's left in reserve. I don't want to see what this could do to her either."
"Right, that's...good t'know. Hopefully it gets dialed back, entirely," Pete said, like it was a relief and he appreciate it, but he was trying to look grouchy simply to cover up any sucking chest wounds that might have bled out into the open. "I'm sure you've got a lot of experienced computer sorts running about, that are agents already. They're already aware of repercussions, and that they might be finding bullets and knives lodged in themselves."
"For the most part." Fury nodded. "Her position, well, she knows the risks involved therein, but I'm not a fan of contracting out most of the time. Feels more..." he tried to think of a decent word to use here, "...honest when we've got someone who really understands the risks instead of just wanting to do a good thing for someone else. "
"That. Precisely." Pete pointed and nodded along in agreement with Fury, like he hit that nail on the head with pinpoint precision. "I usually feel better with inside sources, also. Ne'er hurts the odd moment when an outside source can be useful in an investigation, but...things can get legally hazy if questions start t'be asked, as it is. I'd simply rather she wasn't nosing about with things such as that. Well, then. Cheers, Fury. At least we've got an understanding."
"Cheers." Fury tapped his eye patch in a weird sort of salute. "Next date, I'll take you somewhere nice. Dress up." Snerk.
"Oh, I got the eye. I feel so bloody privileged," Pete snarked, as pleasantly as Pete could sound or seem pleasant. He did look extremely amused. "I'll be sure t'put on me fancy knickers under the trousers. Or maybe I won't wear any. Ironic, since I had a conversation with an old co-worker, about going commando. Fancy that."
He took one step back, smirking around his cigarette and holding up one hand as a goodbye.
"You don't have to lie about the lace and silk you know." Fury nodded back at him. "Stay safe out there. Can't have you going rogue on a civilian population."
"You, also. And me, rogue? Wot about yourself? I think it'd be hell t'stop you if that happened," Pete replied with ease, as he turned to walk away. "I'll send you a message to let you know how the Caroline situation went. Ta ta for now."
"You know it would." Fury smirked, then nodded. "Keep in touch, yeah. I'll get the legal team on issuing what we need for the girl."
Great success!