Post by maddy on Aug 21, 2006 1:14:32 GMT -5
Leaning over the balcony, Madelyne looked down at the press gathered outside the building with interest. Every station, every paper, everyone with the slightest interest in mutant news had sent a representative, waiting for Kyle to return from his little trip with the various law enforcement agencies who had an interest. It was taking a while - she was actually starting to feel a little bit of concern that things had gone wrong. It'll be fine. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd make a triumphant return in a spectacular fashion - perhaps flying home, or if he'd walk in through the front door and ham it up for the press.
The little lunch date had certainly done the job of unveiling Guardian, at any rate. Looking down at herself - grey pencil skirt, white blouse, her customary stilettos - Maddie decided that it was time for her to do her job, and assist. She grabbed her purse and her keys, walking out of her apartment and taking the lift down to the entrance and where the mailboxes were.
As she turned the key in her mailbox, Madelyne turned to look curiously at the assembled press. Wandering out with her mail in her hand, she asked one reporter, "What's going on?"
Most of them were looking out at the street in anticipation, no doubt waiting for Kyle's return, and the young man that she'd asked turned to her with an appreciative look. "Do you know Kyle Kennedy? He lives in this building."
Maddie put on her curious face. "Know him? I work for him."
The reaction was instant. Those closest to her started shouting questions, the ones staying closer to the street turning around when they realised what was going on. "One at a time, please!" She managed to look slightly overwhelmed.
"Can you tell us about the incident over lunch today?"
Frowning in puzzlement, Madelyne chose her response carefully. "I'm sorry? It's my day off."
Some of them started shouting about conspiracy theories and setups and asking why her boss was dressed as a superhero.
"I'm terribly sorry that I can't help, but I know nothing about it. As far as I know, Kyle was out for lunch with some colleagues from the firm." She backed away from the shouting throng, turning when she was back inside the building and returning to the lift.
As she returned to her apartment, mail in hand, she switched on the television to see herself speaking to the cameras. She couldn't help but smile. I look good. The little niggling worry about how long the FBI was taking with him wouldn't go away, though.
The little lunch date had certainly done the job of unveiling Guardian, at any rate. Looking down at herself - grey pencil skirt, white blouse, her customary stilettos - Maddie decided that it was time for her to do her job, and assist. She grabbed her purse and her keys, walking out of her apartment and taking the lift down to the entrance and where the mailboxes were.
As she turned the key in her mailbox, Madelyne turned to look curiously at the assembled press. Wandering out with her mail in her hand, she asked one reporter, "What's going on?"
Most of them were looking out at the street in anticipation, no doubt waiting for Kyle's return, and the young man that she'd asked turned to her with an appreciative look. "Do you know Kyle Kennedy? He lives in this building."
Maddie put on her curious face. "Know him? I work for him."
The reaction was instant. Those closest to her started shouting questions, the ones staying closer to the street turning around when they realised what was going on. "One at a time, please!" She managed to look slightly overwhelmed.
"Can you tell us about the incident over lunch today?"
Frowning in puzzlement, Madelyne chose her response carefully. "I'm sorry? It's my day off."
Some of them started shouting about conspiracy theories and setups and asking why her boss was dressed as a superhero.
"I'm terribly sorry that I can't help, but I know nothing about it. As far as I know, Kyle was out for lunch with some colleagues from the firm." She backed away from the shouting throng, turning when she was back inside the building and returning to the lift.
As she returned to her apartment, mail in hand, she switched on the television to see herself speaking to the cameras. She couldn't help but smile. I look good. The little niggling worry about how long the FBI was taking with him wouldn't go away, though.