Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-22 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), nick fury |
"Nothing pointing to it that we've found yet, but that's why we contract out."
Who: Nick Fury and Kitty Pryde Agents of Shield
What: Further questioning, and then they play Diablo III
When: Today!
Where: The soccermobile and then that LAN Center again
Status: Complete!
Rating: PG-13 for language!
Kitty was unaware of any need to bring her in again. She'd filed her report with the police re: Alma and then spent most of the night learninghacking into about Armachan's parent company. She hadn't found anything incriminating, though Harper was clearly involved in military contracting, which she found distasteful to begin with. It wasn't until Tali had forwarder the information regarding Armchan that she realized how deep the pile of shit they'd stepped into. She just wasn't sure what they could actually pin on the company yet.
She shut down her computer and took a short nap before showering. She peeked in on Xi'an, then left the necklace Alma had helped her pick out dangling next to the woman's artificial leg. It wasn't the most romantic spot but there was no way she'd miss it.
She flex her hand and then pulled the sling off. She might be able to ride her bike today, if she was careful. She'd been dying to check out the modifications that Scotty had done to her baby. She pulled down the driveway and then roared down the street. Roar might be pushing it - the engine so was quiet she could barely hear it. There were no vibrations.
Awesome.
It took a quick check of her cell phone coordinates, and Fury's soccer mom SUV, now complete with a few bumper stickers advertising various activities they were supposedly involved with, and, in a fit of whimsy, several stick family members representing his employees, no seriously, that had been someone's bright idea, and Fury had found it hilarious enough to tolerate, though he hadn't admitted that in public, made their way through the streets to follow her and find a place to chat.
Following Kitty wasn't the easiest thing to do. She took a varied and twisted path, and at several dead ends the only explaination was that she had jumped the bike over a wall. She finally paused for a slushie break. Well deserved in her opinion.
"Goddamit." Fury shot out at more than one point as that became only too clear. They may have been in an SUV and able to do a lot of offroad shit, but not wall jumpng, no matter what comercials had you believe. Evenutually, though, they did manage to pull up into the same location.
"Oh god. It's the FBI Soccer Mobile." She lowered her slushie, "What took you so long?"
"Couldn't jump the walls." Fury leaned out of the passenger window, then actually hopped out himself. "So. It seems we've got a mutual friend you didn't mention."
Shit. "You never asked if I was alone," She retorted.
"No I didn't." Fury agreed with her. "Now that I DO know, I've got a few more games for us to play together." he said, nodding toward the van. "You have a few minutes or..."
She looked at her bike, reluctant to leave it.
Fury glanced at her. "Know somewhere crowded and loud we can meet you then?" It actually shouldn't take long. She hadn't been all over the evidence so there was that bit of questioning that they could save.
"Same place as last time?"
"Fine with us." Fury gave her a nod. "We'll see you there." It still worked for now, for them both to be there. Much more of this, and it could be a problem if that became a pattern, but.,,
Kitty tossed her slushie in the trash, pulled her helmet back on, and then took off. What now? What did they want now? Besides the little omission about Obi...she really didn't have any information about Cerberus. She did have some information about a human science experiment but was that the FBI's perview; and would Alma's safety be guaranteed with them? She had visions of the end of Raider's of the Lost Ark.
She pulled into the LAN center and parked.
Not even the kind of thing on Fury's radar yet, sadly. If it had been, it probably would be being dealt with a lot more...something or other. It took their top brass forever to get anything passed down and dealt with, really. At any rate, the soccer mom SUV pulled in shortly after her, and Fury hopped out, leaving the driver there for now. Easier.
Kitty jogged up the ramp, and found a couple computers that were empty. At least she wasn't being taken to Fury's house for the playdate.
Yeah, that was only for the things that needed to be ruled out in other way than conversations. At least as far as his "house". His actual house? Well, he hadn't really been IN it for around ten days now. Didn't need to, actually. He followed her in and joined her there. "So.." He commented, above the noise of some random game or other. "Kenobi's prints were over everything. I'd like to confirm what he mentioned. Polygraphs aren't one hundred percent or admissable in court."
"I fell through the skylight, and went down the stairs. I could only go one floor down because of the stairs. On that fourth floor were all the crates and boxes, with the Cerberus logo. I looked in on and that's when I saw the guns. Kenobi -" And she experienced a surreal feeling at saying that name so seriously, "climbed up the air vent to get to me. He checked out the crate too and we both decided to get out of there. I needed medical attention anyway." She absently rubbed the scar on her non-broken arm, "I made the tip after I was looked at."
Fury nodded slowly. "That does check out mostly. Want to confirm why you didn't mention him before?"
"He's a bit of a drifter," She replied, cautiously. "I didn't really see it as necessary information."
"That would explain having to have my best track down his current location." Fury agreed. "More so than the minor record." He leaned back a little in the terminal chair, stretched. "Sounds like you vouch for him, then."
"I do," Kitty replied, nodding her head. She stood by her friends. Though she supposed she should be more careful in picking them, but she hadn't seen anything about Obi to doubt him.
"Right." Fury said, nodding. "Crazy as it sounds, he seems trustworthy enough."
You have no idea. Kitty smiled, "See, nothing to worry about. Except some crazed terrorists with guns." She frowned, "I wonder if there's a computer trail.."
"Could be." Fury agreed. "Nothing pointing to it that we've found yet, but that's why we contract out."
Kitty chuckled, "If I accidentally run into things while playing Diablo I'll be sure to let you know."
Fury snickered back, well, okay, it was more like a single snick that died immediately after, and that he would end up denying later on, of course. It wouldn't have happened in front of any of his agents either, so good thing they were out in the car. "You do that. " he agreed. "I see anything, we'll pass it along."
Okay, this was exciting. She nodded her head at him, "You can call, you know. You don't need to chase after me in the soccermobile."
"And lose my chance to have some fun?" Fury asked her, expression...unreadable. "It's not all breaking up drug rings and kicking the collective ass of traffickers, you know. Somedays you've got to avoid the paperwork."
Kitty gestured at the computers they were sitting at, "You ever try Diablo III?"
"Can't say I've had the time." Fury looked reasonably interested. "This the kind of thing I can pass off as a training exercise with certain slants?"
"Team building exercise, definitely." Kitty replied, "Battlefield 3 if you want a tactical angle to the exercise."
"Excellent." Fury smirked the smallest bit. "Why do I get the feeling this is going to get interesting?"
Kitty looked him up and down, and then smirked. "I call monk. Something tells me you'll like the Demon Hunter."
"That....sounds right up my alley somehow." Fury agreed, and something about it struck him as more ironically appropriate than even his current title was suggesting. Unsettling.
She loaded the game on her computer, "You know, I don't have your name, and you know everything about me. That doesn't strike me as all that fair."
"The name's Nick Fury." He told her, following suit with loading the program, and from there, well, looked self explanatory enough to a point. "I could tell you more but then..." he didn't continue.
"I'd rather not be killed until after I've gotten to second base with my girlfriend, thanks." Motherfuck! Nick Fury?! Hi, I worked for your organization once in my dream? Kitty decided to concentrate on punching demons In the face.
Good idea. It cut down on Fury bringing up the awkwardness, which led to him thinking about the Steve Rogers comment and...yeah. Better not to bring that up at all. Demon murder? Far better.