Post by Nightingale on Jul 29, 2006 3:58:46 GMT -5
[Cross posted to 'Job Assignments']
Across the miles, on Genosha, John's phone rang again. He was distracted by the screen of the computer and reached for the phone. "Greetings, salutations and erstwhile feliciations," he said, somewhat randomly into the mouthpiece.
Unable to keep from laughing, Angie needed to take a moment before she could speak. "Hi Pyro. How's it going?"
"Angie. Hey." He sat back in the chair and grinned down the phone. "It's going. Slowly, but it's going. How about where you are?"
"Winding down... and cooling down." She was surprised that he'd remembered her name this time, rather than using her codename, and she realised that she didn't actually know his other name. "We're getting ourselves settled for the night, and so are a lot of people down at NovaTex."
"What did you manage to find out?" The question was simple and straightforward - very much like the young mutant himself.
"Well, the guy we spoke to said that they're hoping to treat thousands over the coming months, but it all depends on supply and demand. Just an intern there, and seemed to be... a little self important, so I'm not sure how reliable the figure is, but sounds like there's definately something here."
"That's great. So you reckon we're onto the right place to get a good shot at Cure stocks?"
Angie shrugged. "Seems like it. From the sound of it though, the comment about supply and demand, they're planning on moving stocks to where they're needed. Hopefully we can get a shot at it before there's too much demand elsewhere."
"At the very least," said the young mutant after a moment's thought, "we can eliminate one of their distribution centres."
"I'm sure we could manage that." She shrugged again. Demolition wasn't exactly her area of expertise. "It's an old building, with a new bit added on." Very descriptive. She rolled her eyes at herself.
"It was formerly a hospital," he said. "Built sometime in the 1970's. There's several outbuildings, but there's one in particular I'm interested in." He shuffled through the papers on the desk to find the aerial map he'd downloaded.
"There's a big building to the north west. About quarter of a mile or so. No obvious road up to it. It's linked by a tunnel from the main building. Could you see how well guarded that is? I reckon that's where they'll be storing the stuff."
Poking her head up and out of their nook, Angie squinted into the darkness. "I see the one... Can't see guards or anything from here, but Aurora should be able to get closer for a better look. Want us to do that now or in the morning?"
"Morning's fine. It's peripheral to the main plan, but...well, I'm interested."
Nodding, Angie realised that she had to speak. "Mmm hmm. No worries then." She paused. "Well, yeah, not much else to report - the crowds are a little thinner at the moment, some of the protestors have gone home I guess, but plenty of people are camping out. Other than that it's pretty uneventful." She shrugged again without thinking.
"You guys have done a good job. I appreciate it and we'll be out there soon. Sorry to have left it so long. There's a lot to organise."
"I'm sure there is. Don't worry about it." She paused. "So, where do you want us for your arrival? Anywhere particular, or were you going to call us or something...?" She was interested to note that she was less nervous about contributing to the destruction of NovaTex than she was about meeting the Brotherhood. Pleasant phone conversations were no guarantee of acceptance.
"I want you to find us a rendezvous point about a mile and a half from the facility."
"How are you getting here? Do you need somewhere private, out of the way? Somewhere as a base of operations or just a place to meet up and keep moving?" She hadn't been in Baltimore long, but she was sure that she could find somewhere suitable, if she knew exactly what she was looking for.
"Ah, our Master of Travel Planning will have all that in hand, he likes to take me on a mystery tour. Flying in, but probably not to anywhere main, somewhere a bit more out the way."
"Alright, so I'll just look for a meeting place, not somewhere that you can land your plane then?"
"Python will take care of the plane landing. Just find us a suitable rendezvous point. We'll probably have a fairly hefty truck with us."
"Ok then. Base of operations?" Her mind was already thinking of places that they could use, as long as they were far enough away.
John laughed lightly. "Don't intend to be in town long enough to set up a base of operations. We go in, we do what we have to, we leave."
"No worries." She smiled. "Guess I should let you get back to it then. I'll call you again in the morning?" Although they seemed to be in different timezones - or he had a strange sleeping pattern - so maybe the morning for them would be the middle of the night for Pyro.
"Sleep well," he said, cheerfully. He'd be awake, undoubtedly.
"You too, Pyro." She meant it, and not only because being well rested would be good preperation for what was coming.
"I always do," he lied, smoothly.
"Alright, well... I'll talk to you later." She waited for him to hang up rather than do it herself.
"Mm." Clearly he'd already become distracted by something else. "Yeah, yeah. Later."
The line went dead.
Putting her phone into her pocket, Angie pulled her spare jacket out of her bag and balled it up behind her head. "Night Aurora." If they were going to be up and about in the morning, they'd need to get some sleep, though the roof was a new experience for her. Probably safer than anywhere she'd slept recently, though, and as she drifted off, she tried not to think about how unsafe the next few days were going to be.
Across the miles, on Genosha, John's phone rang again. He was distracted by the screen of the computer and reached for the phone. "Greetings, salutations and erstwhile feliciations," he said, somewhat randomly into the mouthpiece.
Unable to keep from laughing, Angie needed to take a moment before she could speak. "Hi Pyro. How's it going?"
"Angie. Hey." He sat back in the chair and grinned down the phone. "It's going. Slowly, but it's going. How about where you are?"
"Winding down... and cooling down." She was surprised that he'd remembered her name this time, rather than using her codename, and she realised that she didn't actually know his other name. "We're getting ourselves settled for the night, and so are a lot of people down at NovaTex."
"What did you manage to find out?" The question was simple and straightforward - very much like the young mutant himself.
"Well, the guy we spoke to said that they're hoping to treat thousands over the coming months, but it all depends on supply and demand. Just an intern there, and seemed to be... a little self important, so I'm not sure how reliable the figure is, but sounds like there's definately something here."
"That's great. So you reckon we're onto the right place to get a good shot at Cure stocks?"
Angie shrugged. "Seems like it. From the sound of it though, the comment about supply and demand, they're planning on moving stocks to where they're needed. Hopefully we can get a shot at it before there's too much demand elsewhere."
"At the very least," said the young mutant after a moment's thought, "we can eliminate one of their distribution centres."
"I'm sure we could manage that." She shrugged again. Demolition wasn't exactly her area of expertise. "It's an old building, with a new bit added on." Very descriptive. She rolled her eyes at herself.
"It was formerly a hospital," he said. "Built sometime in the 1970's. There's several outbuildings, but there's one in particular I'm interested in." He shuffled through the papers on the desk to find the aerial map he'd downloaded.
"There's a big building to the north west. About quarter of a mile or so. No obvious road up to it. It's linked by a tunnel from the main building. Could you see how well guarded that is? I reckon that's where they'll be storing the stuff."
Poking her head up and out of their nook, Angie squinted into the darkness. "I see the one... Can't see guards or anything from here, but Aurora should be able to get closer for a better look. Want us to do that now or in the morning?"
"Morning's fine. It's peripheral to the main plan, but...well, I'm interested."
Nodding, Angie realised that she had to speak. "Mmm hmm. No worries then." She paused. "Well, yeah, not much else to report - the crowds are a little thinner at the moment, some of the protestors have gone home I guess, but plenty of people are camping out. Other than that it's pretty uneventful." She shrugged again without thinking.
"You guys have done a good job. I appreciate it and we'll be out there soon. Sorry to have left it so long. There's a lot to organise."
"I'm sure there is. Don't worry about it." She paused. "So, where do you want us for your arrival? Anywhere particular, or were you going to call us or something...?" She was interested to note that she was less nervous about contributing to the destruction of NovaTex than she was about meeting the Brotherhood. Pleasant phone conversations were no guarantee of acceptance.
"I want you to find us a rendezvous point about a mile and a half from the facility."
"How are you getting here? Do you need somewhere private, out of the way? Somewhere as a base of operations or just a place to meet up and keep moving?" She hadn't been in Baltimore long, but she was sure that she could find somewhere suitable, if she knew exactly what she was looking for.
"Ah, our Master of Travel Planning will have all that in hand, he likes to take me on a mystery tour. Flying in, but probably not to anywhere main, somewhere a bit more out the way."
"Alright, so I'll just look for a meeting place, not somewhere that you can land your plane then?"
"Python will take care of the plane landing. Just find us a suitable rendezvous point. We'll probably have a fairly hefty truck with us."
"Ok then. Base of operations?" Her mind was already thinking of places that they could use, as long as they were far enough away.
John laughed lightly. "Don't intend to be in town long enough to set up a base of operations. We go in, we do what we have to, we leave."
"No worries." She smiled. "Guess I should let you get back to it then. I'll call you again in the morning?" Although they seemed to be in different timezones - or he had a strange sleeping pattern - so maybe the morning for them would be the middle of the night for Pyro.
"Sleep well," he said, cheerfully. He'd be awake, undoubtedly.
"You too, Pyro." She meant it, and not only because being well rested would be good preperation for what was coming.
"I always do," he lied, smoothly.
"Alright, well... I'll talk to you later." She waited for him to hang up rather than do it herself.
"Mm." Clearly he'd already become distracted by something else. "Yeah, yeah. Later."
The line went dead.
Putting her phone into her pocket, Angie pulled her spare jacket out of her bag and balled it up behind her head. "Night Aurora." If they were going to be up and about in the morning, they'd need to get some sleep, though the roof was a new experience for her. Probably safer than anywhere she'd slept recently, though, and as she drifted off, she tried not to think about how unsafe the next few days were going to be.