Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-17 20:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), nick fury |
"Isn't that illegal without a warrant?"
Who: Kitty Pryde and Nick M-fing Fury
What: Talking about tip-offs and there may or may not have been a recruitment.
When: Yesterday!
Where: Driving, then a LAN Center
Status: Complete!
Rating: PG-13 for offering NICK MOTHERFUCKIN' FURY a cookie
Kitty was just finishing up a productive day at work. The reports from the Pentagon hack had come in, and they were already working on recommedations to cover the discovered security holes. Working with only one arm had proven difficuly but not impossible, she was pleased to discover.
She locked her computer and pulled out the security fob, pocketing it. She was excited to get home, actually having people to come home to again!
Fury had spent a fairly productive day at work. He'd made plans to swing by to talk to Stark shortly, once he'd cleared them with him so they could review that situation, and turned his attention to some other details he had been, not neglecting, but that he'd been able to shuffle to the side until later at least.
Kitty hadn't heard anything about the warehouse or her tip, but she'd done her duty and that was that. She slung her backpack onto her shoulders, and headed out. She'd rented a truck until she could ride her bike again, and she rather hated the thing.
She felt like she was driving a tank.
The warehouse tip had been useful actually, at least so far as they'd gotten someone out there to investigate, so that was something so far. It was still considered on-going as these things went and details were being pulled together by the agents assigned to the case, but nothing other than what they'd already known had come through so far, Fury found, then did a quick check through his other messages, and, finding nothing immediate for once that wasn't already being dealt with actually meant he could get out of here for a while if he felt like it. And today, well, he actually did.
The warehouse had been emptied in a hurry. Very little left behind except that there was evidence there had been something. It matched the MO of several other similar places.
Kitty got into the truck and started it. At least the AC worked. She hooked her phone up to an FM tuner and selected her "Road Relaxing" playlist. Which differed from the "Road Rage" playlist. It depended on her mood!
Fury's tastes ran to NPR, which he flicked on in his car radio as he took off to clear his head a while. He tried to remember the last time he'd actually been outside when there was still a little daylight, failed, and pulled on a pair of sunglasses, which made his patched eye disappear.Tended to be too distinctive out in the real world among normal people, so...he kept that on the down-low. One of the perks of his position was that nobody was about to stop him either.
A cop started to follow, ran the plates and then immediately took a left and pretended he hadn't been about to pull him over.
Damn right they did. Besides, he hadn't been speeding exactly. Might not have been going the speed LIMIT but Nick Fury didn't speed. Instead he travelled in style, and if that meant going exactly nine miles over, which he'd long ago calculated he could get away with, well., it happened.
Because he's Nick Motherfuckin' Fury? Kitty pulled out into traffic, and tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. Should she bring something home for dinner? Or see if her new roomie had cooked and then order in if not. She decided to go with the latter. Boring thoughts, but she couldn't exactly go jumping this pick-up over dumpsters on the way home like she'd been doing with her bike for a month.
Exactly for that reason. Most normal mortals were afraid to go near him for minor things like that. It was amazing the things you could get away with it you really pushed it. He didn't push, but he'd researched once, just to see. He should probably do something about food himself. For whatever reason, burgers were sounding awesome.
Fury's phone rang!
He reached over and picked up straightaway. "Fury." he said into the phone. "what's up?"
The voice at the other end was a bit muffled, "We found the tipoff on that warehouse, sir."
"I'm all ears, agent." Fury responded, pulling over to get this down. "Details?"
The agent quickly spat out the details, adding, "Remember the pentagon hack a few weeks ago? The white hats that were hired to get in? Turns out she was in on it."
"Well, damn. She gets around." Fury commented. "Looks like something I've got to check out. Still have the contact deets so it shouldn't take too long."
"I'll forward you her cell phone coordinates, sir."
"Good good. You do that." Fury agreed, ready to go ahead and check this out.
"Yes sir." And the agent hung up. He always hated talking to the Director, it made his hair go grey. Phew.
Kitty pulled into a store to pick up some coffee!
And Fury took a moment with the coordinates to track and...Perfect. Going into a store. He could be there, waiting, and perched on the truck's hood when she got out. Which was what actually did.
Coming out fo the shop, she nearly dropped her coffee, fumbling with a bag of cookies that was perched on her cast, barely avoiding disaster, "Why are you sitting on my car?"
"I WAS hoping we could have a conversation, Ms. Pryde." Fury told her with a little cool nod. "Nick Fury. FBI. Something about a warehouse, I believe."
"Sonofabitch." She balanced her coffee on the top of her head, got out a cookie, retrieved her coffee, and offered a cookie up, along with a grin, "Cookie, Mr. Fury?"
Nick Fury, doing something like eating cookies? Not exactly. "No thank you. I do have some questions if you don't mind. Is there somewhere we can talk?"
Kitty looked back at the coffee shop, then at Nick Fury. Somehow it seemed swrong to think of him as anything but 'Nick Fury'. Certainly not just Nick, "I have no idea. Public is probably not a good place, I'm guessin."
"Definitely not a good place." he agreed. "Not for the details I'm going to ask you about. I know you gave a pretty thorough tip, but by the time we got in, there was only evidence SOMETHING had happened so...whatever you saw would be a help."
Shit, really? She blinked, a little wide and oogly eyed, and then nodded her head, "Okay."
She definitely couldn't take him home though she suspected he already knew where it was. There was work but did she really want to bring the FBI in and have lots of questions from her boss?
"I know a noisy place that'd be hard for people to listen in."
Probably she didn't want to bring him to either of the first two places no. "Very good." Fury told her, nodding. "Sounds like the right spot to me."
Kitty sometimes didn't know when to shut her mouth. Because sassing the FBI is rarely a good idea, "Do you have your own ride or are you going to ride on the hood the whole way there? You make a pretty badassed hood ornament."
"Don't I just?" Fury peered over the rim of his shades at her, then pointed out his own ride. "I've got a lock on your cell so I can follow."
"Isn't that illegal without a warrant?" She put her coffee in the truck and glared at him, "Right. Patriot Act. I make quite the terrorist, don't I."
"God bless America." Fury slipped off the hood and nodded to her.
People like that that make her respect people like the hacker Admiral. Almost. There had to be a way to do things legitimately! Kitty climbed into the car and decided to test and see just how good that tracking was. Because she was going to have to do some phone hacking when this was all done - this was too creepy. She led him to a LAN center. It was dark inside, smokey, loud from music and computer games.
It was legitimate enough. It wasn't ethical, but it was legitimate, and it was legal, besides that. Fury followed along and slipped out of his ride, glancing at the building, then, as he stepped into the building, took a minute to adjust to the lighting in there by taking off his glasses and following.
She found a corner where there weren't many people and sat at a computer. She looked at the keyboard and grimaced, "Ew." She turned to look for Nick Fury and blinked. Was that an eyepatch? Did the man have a freaking eyepatch? That was almost sexy. Okay it was a little sexy, thus proving, in another universe, Pete Wisdom right. Eyepatches are sexy.
Yeah, the man had a freaking eyepatch. And it was damn sexy. Not that he'd have worn it if it wasn't necessary. Probably. "So." he said, And quickly went over the details of what they'd found there. "Anything you'd noticed when you were...around...the area?"
Deciding she didn't need to visit a rubber rumpus room, she left out the part about running through a wall But she was willing to tell the rest of the truth, "I fell in on accident. We were..basically doing parkour, and some methheads didn't like it so I had to jump. There were a few dozen of those crates. Maybe as many as fifty."
She'd brought her coffee, and so she sipped at it, "There was a logo on them. Three-headed dog. Like the guardian of the gates of Hades. There were weapons inside. The messed up thing was the stairs were damaged and the only way up or down was that chute. I couldn't tell you how they moved all those that fast."
Forget the fact it was a ten foot jump. He wouldn't believe her anyway.
Yeah, that was true. That was the kind of thing he would totally write off. As for the rest of it, Fury was slowly nodding, and listening and...absorbing. It seemed a little odd, how the parts fit together but...he did believe her. "That's even more consistent with some of the reports we have been getting." he concluded at last. "From other places."
She coughed, inhaling some coffee down the wrong tube, "Seriously? Shit.." Maybe she ought to do some online research, ala what she did for Obi. Which wasn't strictly legal but she was curious now. And curiosity and cats and all...
"Seriously." Fury confirmed, and then his visible eye narrowed at the shit part. "Something else you'd like to tell us?"
"Huh? No, just that it sounds really bad. I thought it was just the one thing!"
"Quite a lot of things." Fury said, and sighed. "We've got some of our best on that, but so far, well, let's say we haven't actually been able to move in."
"Is there any way I could help?" The words fell out of her mouth before she could censor herself, "Uhm. not that you probably need any help. Or anything."
"You keep your eye out for more like what you saw." Fury told her at last. "Don't go running back in, but you notice anything else, you let us know." Then he paused. "And by the way, your hacks potentially saved us from some serious shit."
She couldn't help the smile that beamed across her face, "Got it. And you're welcome." She just basically got permission from the FBI to go jumping around warehouses. Sweet.
Not in so many words but yeah, that's exactly what's going on here. Fury smiled back and gave her a tiny little nod. "Good work so far. Let me know if you get bored with hacking. "
"Well, I'm running out of challenges," She replied, cautiously.
"Yeah?" Fury leaned forward. "I'm thinking, that keeps up, you'd make a decent addition for us. Sure, it's not a bam, you're in, position but...I'd keep that in mind."
"Fair enough," She replied. It was an opportunity and one she would be stupid to not at least keep the door unlocked for, "You obviously know where to find me, so we can leave it at that."
"Yes, I do." Fury agreed, studying her a long moment, as if he were looking for...something.
She met his eyes, not shying away from the study. She was stubborn, and tended to not back away from people, not even Nick Motherfuckin' Fury.
Fury kept his gaze on her, his eye not wavering at all. "Yes." he said, more to himself than anything else. "you'd fit in."
Kitty didn't have a come back for that. Or even a snarky remark. She wondered what kind of crazy people worked with him.
Oh, tons of crazy people. Which was why she'd fit in so well. There was just enough of the crazy about her that it would work out well, and not so much that he'd have to do damage control. At least until the ninjas came. Because its Shadowcat. There are always ninjas.