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xp_logsOn the plane, Amanda and Kitty discuss what's been found out so far and what they need to do on Muir.
"...The captain has turned off the seatbelt sign and you are free to move about the cabin..."
Amanda made a small 'hmph' sound and glanced over at Kitty. "Well, we're off. Thanks for coming with me on this - I'm all at sea with this genetics stuff."
"No problem," Kitty said, not looking at Amanda as she fussed with her chair - leaning it back far enough to get the tray table down so she could set her laptop on it. "I guess it's good to know that I got something useful out of all of the time with Essex. Besides, it needs doing."
"That it does, after what you were saying you lot dug up on this Von Strucker bloke." Amanda pulled a face. "Nazis, yay. I would have thought they'd have learned their lesson the first time around."
"Seriously," Kitty said, opening the laptop lid, but not turning on the power yet. "Honestly, even if not, surely the interveening fifty plus years ought to have taught him better. Unfortunately, all it seems to have taught him is how to hide out better."
"We'll find what rock he's hiding under." It wasn't a boast, more a statement of quiet faith in the abilities of the people she trusted. "Especially since the idea of him having access to that DNA scares the hell out of me. Bad enough what happened at Muir that New Year's."
"Agreed. And, if possible, we've got to find who sold it to him, and how. Make sure this doesn't happen again."
"Well, we've got something of an angle there. The last time Kevin's DNA turned up where it wasn't supposed to be, well..." Amanda looked uncomfortable. "We were both there for that."
Kitty nodded. "Yeah, but I can't see how it could be the same. I mean, he's supposed to be in jail, isn't he?"
"Joe MacTaggart? Yeah, from what Pete said. But you'd be amazed at what people can get up to even in jail. I wouldn't put it past the bastard to have worked something out. After all, he got himself a reality-warper made just so he could fuck around with his ex."
"Hmmm, a point." Sighing, Kit booted up her laptop. "Figures, though, that he'd find probably the worst possible fucker to sell out to, if it was him."
"Well, here's hoping it's not a repeat of that whole thing. Tho' I really don't like the options here. And having to drag Moira into this too." That definitely made Amanda unhappy with the situation. "This is gunna fuck with her bigtime."
"Agreed," Kitty said, not looking over. "I think we should talk to Curt, see what he thinks. Maybe we won't need to tell her. Although that kind of feels like keeping things from her."
"Which is so fucking ironic it's not funny." Amanda compressed her lips into a thin line, not wanting to go into her own crap but seeing the similarity in what Pete had done the year before. "Like Pete said, if we can avoid dragging her in until after things are sorted, that'd be best." Her fingers twitched for a cigarette and she sighed and dug into her jacket pocket for the nicotine gum that had become a constant travelling companion. "I wouldn't want to be this ex of hers, tho', when she does find out."
"Seriously. He may be glad he's in prison, if it means there's a bunch of steel and concrete between him and her, and a lot of guards around if she comes to visit."
"Especially if Nate gets involved." Amanda didn't want to think about the implications of that scenario. Nodding at Kitty's laptop, she changed the subject. "Want to fire that thing up, go through Mutant DNA for Dummies again with me?"
Kitty laughed. "Sure, that we can do. Works as well as anything at passing the time, and maybe this time some of it will actually stick."
"...The captain has turned off the seatbelt sign and you are free to move about the cabin..."
Amanda made a small 'hmph' sound and glanced over at Kitty. "Well, we're off. Thanks for coming with me on this - I'm all at sea with this genetics stuff."
"No problem," Kitty said, not looking at Amanda as she fussed with her chair - leaning it back far enough to get the tray table down so she could set her laptop on it. "I guess it's good to know that I got something useful out of all of the time with Essex. Besides, it needs doing."
"That it does, after what you were saying you lot dug up on this Von Strucker bloke." Amanda pulled a face. "Nazis, yay. I would have thought they'd have learned their lesson the first time around."
"Seriously," Kitty said, opening the laptop lid, but not turning on the power yet. "Honestly, even if not, surely the interveening fifty plus years ought to have taught him better. Unfortunately, all it seems to have taught him is how to hide out better."
"We'll find what rock he's hiding under." It wasn't a boast, more a statement of quiet faith in the abilities of the people she trusted. "Especially since the idea of him having access to that DNA scares the hell out of me. Bad enough what happened at Muir that New Year's."
"Agreed. And, if possible, we've got to find who sold it to him, and how. Make sure this doesn't happen again."
"Well, we've got something of an angle there. The last time Kevin's DNA turned up where it wasn't supposed to be, well..." Amanda looked uncomfortable. "We were both there for that."
Kitty nodded. "Yeah, but I can't see how it could be the same. I mean, he's supposed to be in jail, isn't he?"
"Joe MacTaggart? Yeah, from what Pete said. But you'd be amazed at what people can get up to even in jail. I wouldn't put it past the bastard to have worked something out. After all, he got himself a reality-warper made just so he could fuck around with his ex."
"Hmmm, a point." Sighing, Kit booted up her laptop. "Figures, though, that he'd find probably the worst possible fucker to sell out to, if it was him."
"Well, here's hoping it's not a repeat of that whole thing. Tho' I really don't like the options here. And having to drag Moira into this too." That definitely made Amanda unhappy with the situation. "This is gunna fuck with her bigtime."
"Agreed," Kitty said, not looking over. "I think we should talk to Curt, see what he thinks. Maybe we won't need to tell her. Although that kind of feels like keeping things from her."
"Which is so fucking ironic it's not funny." Amanda compressed her lips into a thin line, not wanting to go into her own crap but seeing the similarity in what Pete had done the year before. "Like Pete said, if we can avoid dragging her in until after things are sorted, that'd be best." Her fingers twitched for a cigarette and she sighed and dug into her jacket pocket for the nicotine gum that had become a constant travelling companion. "I wouldn't want to be this ex of hers, tho', when she does find out."
"Seriously. He may be glad he's in prison, if it means there's a bunch of steel and concrete between him and her, and a lot of guards around if she comes to visit."
"Especially if Nate gets involved." Amanda didn't want to think about the implications of that scenario. Nodding at Kitty's laptop, she changed the subject. "Want to fire that thing up, go through Mutant DNA for Dummies again with me?"
Kitty laughed. "Sure, that we can do. Works as well as anything at passing the time, and maybe this time some of it will actually stick."
