Nick's Got His Eye On You (eye_on_you) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-21 19:12:00 |
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Current mood: | working |
Entry tags: | !complete, nick fury, obi-wan kenobi |
" You can’t blame me for taking a few minutes to figure out what I’d stumbled upon.”
Who: Nick Fury and Obi-Wan Kenobi
What: Obi-Wan really shouldn’t have touched those guns with the cerberus logos.
Where: Mostly inside an SUV
When: Over the weekend
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete!
Step two of the whole investigating the warehouse tip took place the morning after Fury had talked to Ms. Pryde about what had happened. The lab had gotten back with results, and there were fingerprints all over some of what had been left behind. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but the fact that they were there at all was evidence enough, and it pointed to one Obi-Wan Kenobi. Scottish, Law degree, some misdemeanor charges in the past, oh that was interesting. No address currently on file, which meant updates needed to be made, and tracking him down was gonna be a hell of a lot of fun.
Not that Fury was deterred. He had an area and a radius to search in, so that? Was a start. He’d just go with that then, he decided, and dragged along a couple junior agents for backup. No sense in taking anyone like Coulson or Hill for this, when they had the Stark case to focus on. Instead, they all got into a non descript soccer mom SUV and started the search.
It was ironic, because right at that moment, Obi-Wan Kenobi was behaving very much like a soccer mom. He was doing chores around the house, things Mrs. Higgins could no longer easily do herself, or do at all. He’d taken out the trash and done the wash, and he had a just begun gardening right about the same time Nick Fury and Co. had buckled up.
There was a trail to lead them to Mrs. Higgins’s house, but it Obi-Wan had always tread lightly, and despite knowing that he’d left a good amount of incriminating evidence at the warehouse, he figured if anything would have happened, it would have happened by now--so he merrily hummed Scotland The Brave while he pulled up weeds.
A few quick calls, and some computer diving by one of the agents in office had that information, and an old mug shot photo from one of the misdemeanor arrests pulled up , so the soccer mom mobile headed for the address that looked current, at least as far as everything was on paper. Fury hoped that it would do the job so they could get this over with and start the questioning process. And there, gardening of all things, was this Mr. Kenobi.
Right then. Let’s get out and ready to do this. He doubted that they’d need to do a violent take down, but just in case, the agent he didn’t have driving got out too, and they approached him.
“Mr. Kenobi?” Fury asked him, casually as he got close and flashed a badge. “I was hoping we might have a little conversation.”
Shit, was all Obi-Wan could think for a few moments. Shit shit shit..., he said to himself as he rolled through the list of possible reasons why this badge-wielding, eye-patch-sporting agent was standing before him. But it was a short list. Too short. In the end, there was only one possibility. I never should have touched those guns!
Obi-Wan glanced behind him, catching sight of Mrs. Higgins cowering in the window. “Mind if we have it somewhere else?” But Mrs. Higgins was already at the door. She was visibly shaking.
“Are you taking Obi-Wan away?” she asked.
“We’re going to need to ask him some questions, Ma’am.” Fury tried to turn on the charm. “Nothing more than that at this point, I assure you.” Let’s put them all at ease, was his theory. “We believe he has some information related to a case we’re working on.” And then he nodded to Kenobi. “Somewhere less public, yes.” he agreed. “Anywhere in mind?”
The agent’s tone had little effect on Obi-Wan, who carefully removed his gardening gloves and dropped them onto the side of the pavement. “Just not in front of her house,” he replied.
“Of course.” Fury agreed, and nodded to the van. “If you’d come with us please.” he said, and he made it clear that this wasn’t really a request by his nod toward the agent with him. There were cuffs dangling, but as this wasn’t a formal arrest yet, they didn’t need to be used. That part would come, well, later.
Obi-Wan had no intention of putting up a fight, although he didn’t entirely believe it was impossible for him to get away if he gave it a try. He’d acquired a few new moves, lately. He eyed the cuffs and shook his head. Keeping his hands at his sides, he climbed into the SUV and took a seat. Through the window, he watched Mrs. Higgins close the front door.
And now they had him and Fury could begin the conversation he wanted to have. He did feel bad for the probably confused older lady back there. She would have no knowledge most likely. But...his prints were all over everything,and that was going to take one hell of a lot to disprove, so...
“Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He said, his eye skimming the man over. “Arrested in the past for various misdemeanors we don’t worry about here, hardly any records on you recently... You want to tell me what a guy with a JD was doing in the apparently abandoned warehouse cache we found?”
By now, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder if Kitty Pryde was about to pop out of the woodwork--pun intended. If they’d been able to track him down, finding her must had been a cinch. He decided, however, not to bring her up. After all, she had been smart enough not to touch those guns, or the boxes with the Cerebus logos, and she should have been rewarded for that.
“I was getting mugged and made a run for it, and the warehouse was the only place to hide,” he said, which he felt contained enough of the truth to move the conversation along.
“Uh-huh.” Fury said, his voice skeptical as possible right there. It just, really, “Your prints were all over what was left behind.” he explained, starring now. “That was part of hiding? There’s no chance that, should we recover everything related to the report, your prints wouldn’t be all over...everything else? Say...weapons?”
And he stared.
Obi-Wan stared back, and he was good at staring. He was downright unreadable. “Look, I stumbled upon the cache, as you call it, and then I got the hell out of there. You can’t blame me for taking a few minutes to figure out what I’d stumbled upon.”
“With touching involved.” Fury’s stare was, at best, incredulous. “You have any way that you can prove that? Those connected to this Cerberus business are a BIG potential problem. Any link, however tenuous needs to be explored. And explored thoroughly. Provided you pass the polygraph, we’re still gonna want to know what you found. Similar to the questions I asked Ms.Pryde.” he added, so Kenobi would know he wasn’t alone in this. “Interestingly, she didn’t mention you.”
Obi-Wan’s mouth dried up, and he found himself momentarily struggling to keep his face a blank. In the end, he gave it up, and released a sigh. “Kitty was with me. I’ll admit that now, since you seem to know her. And I imagine she didn’t bring me up so she might keep me out of it.” He shrugged, because he really didn’t know the reason, and he had to admit that he didn’t really know Kitty that well. “Like I was trying to do for her,” he added.
Which meant that Fury needed to give her another call as soon as possible, that was for sure. “Just to confirm, I’m gonna need to have her back in.” he said, quite serious now. “Let’s hope that she confirms what you’ve been saying. Protection’s admirable but not when it gets in the way of an investigation.”
“Yeah, probably,” he said. “But you can’t blame her.”
He released another sigh, as he wondered what version of the story Kitty had given. He could reasonably assume she’d left out the walking-through-walls and leaping-off-buildings parts. Anything else was a stab in the dark, really. He decided he ought to amend this previous statement.
“We were goofing off in the warehouse. We shouldn’t have been there, but we were... so...” He shrugged. “And we ran into some methed-up kids and then came the mugging and the running. And that’s how we found the cache.”
He could only hope those misdemeanors Eye-Patch had mentioned really weren’t an issue, because Obi-Wan realized that regardless of being innocent of terrorist plots and weapons smuggling, he could still end up seeing some jail time for this.
At the moment, no they weren’t, and Fury intended to keep them this way. “Cooperation goes a long way, Mr. Kenobi.” he said, relaxing his stance a little as he heard the story. “We just want to get this sorted out. not see you rot somewhere if you don’t need to. Also, that was damn stupid of you. Lucky you didn’t get the cops involved.” Cause cops were, yeah. Fury respected them, as he well should, but they tended to think in more absolutes than the situation warranted most of the time.
Obi-Wan looked out the window, narrowing his eyes. “Then where are we going?” he asked.
Fury grinned at Obi-Wan, a slow grin that wasn’t exactly nice, but might have been amused anyway. “We’re having a playdate at MY place.” he explained, and an agent snickered, earning him a glare that could probably have chilled blood. But for now, the soccer mom SUV continued onto headquarters,and whatever was going to happen next. It all depended on Kenobi, really.