Post by Nightingale on Jul 30, 2006 12:15:36 GMT -5
[Cross posted to North America]
"Hey." A simple greeting this time - and he sounded cooler and far more composed than in previous conversations. "How's it going?"
A smile lit up Angie's face, though she'd kinda been hoping for more greetings and salutations. "Yeah, good, good, yourself?"
"Good. Making final preparations. We'll be heading out tonight. Should be there first thing tomorrow morning."
"Ok, cool. I was going to spring for a real bed tonight, think I will now that I know I can use it." She wondered if she actually would be able to get to sleep or not. "Are you planning on sleeping at all?" As far as she knew, he'd been awake since her first phone call the night before.
"I'll get some sleep on the plane," he said to her. "What have you found?"
"There's no guards on the building you told me about. Aurora couldn't see anyone around it."
A smile spread across his face. "That's fantastic news. Good stuff, Angie. Have you found us somewhere to meet up?"
"Yeah, I think so. There's a cul-de-sac not far off the main roads, all industrial and office buildings - and there's one at the back that's empty. Condemned. Street looks big enough for trucks, I guess cause of the factories and stuff." She hoped that would suit him.
"Gets better and better." He was still smiling. "You girls have really done a sterling job. I promise you that once this job is out the way, you can get proper beds, showers, meals - the works."
"That'll be a welcome change, let me tell you." She was so looking forward to a decent dinner. And probably decent breakfasts and lunches to make up for time lost, too.
"I'll call you once we land and we can sort out rendezvous." Yes, he definitely sounded more cool and 'with it' than he'd done previously: positively business-like.
"Alright, no worries. I can give you the address now, if you'd like, I wrote it down." She, on the other hand, sounded like she didn't want to get off the phone. Any human contact after months of being on her own was... well, she didn't want it to stop.
"Sure." He took the address from and jotted it down. "Tell me what you look like," he said, seemingly randomly - but how else would he recognise her?
"Um..." Angie blinked for a few moments, unable to speak. "Short. Small. Blonde hair, green eyes... You'll probably mistake me for a fifteen year old." Saying it was kind of embarrassing, but she did stand out because she looked so young. It wasn't her fault - she'd just stopped growing early, because her energy was going elsewhere.
"We'll have a guy with us you won't fail to recognise. The Juggernaut. He's...big. Trust me, you'll know us when you see us."
"How will I recognise you?" She wondered whether to describe Aurora or not. The other mutant was beautiful - she would be much more noticeable than Angie.
Pyro laughed. "Get a copy of the newspapers from a few days ago," he said. "Look up a bank robbery in the UK."
She laughed. "I heard about that, but I haven't exactly been watching the news every night. I'll go looking for a paper." Pausing, Angie spoke again. "You should probably look for Aurora rather than me though, she's..." Angie paused once more, not sure how to put it. "She's gorgeous. Noticeable." There was no envy in her voice, even though Aurora was everything Angie had thought she wanted to be.
"Good for her."
Angie shrugged. "I'm just saying. If I'm looking for the Juggernaut, you should probably look for Aurora." She smiled, wondering just how big the guy could be.
"Alright, Angie. Look, I hate to have to cut you short, but I have a lot to sort out. See you soon, OK? And hang in there."
"No worries. See you in the morning, Pyro." She wondered again what his real name was.
"You will." The line went dead again.
With a sigh, Angie pushed her phone into the pocket of her jeans. Might as well use the day while they could - having showers, beds and meals didn't mean that they'd be anywhere near a city. Catching up to Aurora, she smiled. "They're coming in the morning."
"Hey." A simple greeting this time - and he sounded cooler and far more composed than in previous conversations. "How's it going?"
A smile lit up Angie's face, though she'd kinda been hoping for more greetings and salutations. "Yeah, good, good, yourself?"
"Good. Making final preparations. We'll be heading out tonight. Should be there first thing tomorrow morning."
"Ok, cool. I was going to spring for a real bed tonight, think I will now that I know I can use it." She wondered if she actually would be able to get to sleep or not. "Are you planning on sleeping at all?" As far as she knew, he'd been awake since her first phone call the night before.
"I'll get some sleep on the plane," he said to her. "What have you found?"
"There's no guards on the building you told me about. Aurora couldn't see anyone around it."
A smile spread across his face. "That's fantastic news. Good stuff, Angie. Have you found us somewhere to meet up?"
"Yeah, I think so. There's a cul-de-sac not far off the main roads, all industrial and office buildings - and there's one at the back that's empty. Condemned. Street looks big enough for trucks, I guess cause of the factories and stuff." She hoped that would suit him.
"Gets better and better." He was still smiling. "You girls have really done a sterling job. I promise you that once this job is out the way, you can get proper beds, showers, meals - the works."
"That'll be a welcome change, let me tell you." She was so looking forward to a decent dinner. And probably decent breakfasts and lunches to make up for time lost, too.
"I'll call you once we land and we can sort out rendezvous." Yes, he definitely sounded more cool and 'with it' than he'd done previously: positively business-like.
"Alright, no worries. I can give you the address now, if you'd like, I wrote it down." She, on the other hand, sounded like she didn't want to get off the phone. Any human contact after months of being on her own was... well, she didn't want it to stop.
"Sure." He took the address from and jotted it down. "Tell me what you look like," he said, seemingly randomly - but how else would he recognise her?
"Um..." Angie blinked for a few moments, unable to speak. "Short. Small. Blonde hair, green eyes... You'll probably mistake me for a fifteen year old." Saying it was kind of embarrassing, but she did stand out because she looked so young. It wasn't her fault - she'd just stopped growing early, because her energy was going elsewhere.
"We'll have a guy with us you won't fail to recognise. The Juggernaut. He's...big. Trust me, you'll know us when you see us."
"How will I recognise you?" She wondered whether to describe Aurora or not. The other mutant was beautiful - she would be much more noticeable than Angie.
Pyro laughed. "Get a copy of the newspapers from a few days ago," he said. "Look up a bank robbery in the UK."
She laughed. "I heard about that, but I haven't exactly been watching the news every night. I'll go looking for a paper." Pausing, Angie spoke again. "You should probably look for Aurora rather than me though, she's..." Angie paused once more, not sure how to put it. "She's gorgeous. Noticeable." There was no envy in her voice, even though Aurora was everything Angie had thought she wanted to be.
"Good for her."
Angie shrugged. "I'm just saying. If I'm looking for the Juggernaut, you should probably look for Aurora." She smiled, wondering just how big the guy could be.
"Alright, Angie. Look, I hate to have to cut you short, but I have a lot to sort out. See you soon, OK? And hang in there."
"No worries. See you in the morning, Pyro." She wondered again what his real name was.
"You will." The line went dead again.
With a sigh, Angie pushed her phone into the pocket of her jeans. Might as well use the day while they could - having showers, beds and meals didn't mean that they'd be anywhere near a city. Catching up to Aurora, she smiled. "They're coming in the morning."