Log: Kane and X-Force
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xp_logsGarrison drops by to meet Wisdom, and gets the full range of the Snow Valley staff all at once.
Pete folded away his newspaper his newspaper as the other man walked into the bar. He raised a hand in greeting.
"Over here old son!"
"Uncle Pete!" Kane grinned as he was rewarded with a wince. Only his little sister, Victoria, ever could get away with calling him that without making him look pained. The young man threw his coat
over the back of the chair and sat down. It was his first time in New York, despite all of his mother's friends here, and finding the downtown bar had taken longer than he thought.
"Vikks said you called a couple of months ago, saying you were working here now. I thought you were still at the school or something?"
"Nah, I'm off on me own these days. Working with a few friends, and generally worrying people. It's not really a good idea for me to spend long periods of time in a place full of impressionable teenagers. I pick up bad habits from them."
He took a sip of his drink.
"So what brings you over here, then?"
"Oh, you're not going to believe this, eh." Kane waved at the waitress for a beer and settled in. "You remember I told you they shut down Alpha Flight last year? Well, I had assumed that they'd just leave me in rotation with the RCMP for a while. However, one of them got the
brilliant idea that if they're going to reconsitute the program, we ought to study the only semi-successful model out there."
His drink arrived and he took a long swallow. "So, as of last week, I was transfered down to Xavier's to serve as the Canadian government's official liaison to the X-Men."
Pete nearly spat his drink out.
"Jesus motherfucking christ! How did they talk Charlie into that? I'd have thought he'd have had more than enough of people from one government outfit or other around his place. God knows, me and the other bastards he's already had have caused more than enough fucking trouble!"
"They made him a deal, Pete. You know that Logan and Marie spent over a year up with us at Department H. The government needs a mutant threat response group, and the X-Men are the big success story. So, as long as I'm there, they get limited rights to operate in Canada, as well as certification as a recognized scholastic insituition." Garrison explained.
"In return, I get to observe all aspects of their operation, and if Xavier wants, serve with them in an operational capacity."
He took another long swallow, already waving for a second one. American beer went down like weak iced tea, he noticed. "The irony is unbelievable. My old man is going to have a field day when he hears about this."
Pete frowned, just slightly. "Not a bad idea, at that, although I'm sure it'll given any number of people a screaming fit. And speaking of, what's your horrible old man up to these days? I haven't spoken to him in quite a fucking while."
"Dad? He's sailing around Australia with his new wife, who is like, a biscuit younger than me." Kane scowled. Christian's failure to appear at his mother's funeral had been very close to the last straw, and their relationship, while never warm, had grown positively icy since.
"Hey, so the word from Logan is that you're working with this Snow Valley thing." Garrison switched topics, not really wanting to get into his normal argument about his absentee father. "I looked on the website, and surprise, you weren't listed so I assume it's your normal type of gig, but are you really working for Betsy Braddock?"
Pete gave hime a flat look. "For? No."
Then he flashed a grin.
"I talked her and another mate into helping me set up, yeah, my normal kind of gig. The three of us have spent enough time being run by bastards that we decided to take them on at their own game. But since the other two of us aren't strictly legal, we stay off the books. We've hired some of Xavier's staff and graduates. The place really does do think tank work, though."
"Well, I kind of figured you hadn't started dealing with those law things, yet." Kane said wryly. Almost as a result of his father, Garrison had gone the other direction and ended up a cop. He had a rough idea of what Wisdom did, and trusted the man, but it didn't mean that he liked it any more. "Still, Betsy Braddock. Her Victoria Secret catalog shoot got me through the age of 16."
"Seriously, no, I'm kidding... but, yeah. Honest."
Pete affected a wounded look. "I haven't done anything that anyone would seriously want to charge me for in... ooh, almost a year now. I'm practically sodding respectable."
He looked distant for a second, then grinned again.
"But yeah, I do spend a large amount of time working in the same office as a surprising number of very attractive women. The sacrifices we make, eh?"
"Your life is so hard." Garrison groused, draining his beer and waving for another. "Alright, Pete, unlike Marie I know I'm going to get a straight answer on this from you. What the fuck have I just walked into with this school and the X-Men?"
Pete thought for a second, then said "Let's put it like this: if you offered me the choice between working at Charlie's again, and six months in a Chinese jail, I'd probably opt for working at Charlie's, but I'd definitely have to think about it for a while."
He paused for a second, before explaining: "It's just about the most stressful place on the planet. If there isn't some kind of global crisis on, then half the staff were injured in the last one. If the kids aren't doing something stupid and life threatening, the staff are. Half the staff are receiving counseling, and the other half should be. Working at Xavier's is like wearing a big sign saying 'I'm an enormous fucking masochist, please hurt me'."
"Great." Garrison said flatly. He was already a little uncomfortable with his role, even though the staff had gone out of their way to try and make him feel at home. Wisdom was right on one thing he'd already noticed; the place was a pressure cooker. "Well, I'm there for at least the next year. Maybe things will be different."
He caught Wisdom's expression and sighed. "I'm going to kill Heather Hudson." Kane muttered, gulping down a third of his beer as it arrived.
Pete smiled. "It's not all bad, though. The job's rewarding, in it's own way. And there are some good kids, there. And y'know, I did quit, so I may not be the best person to ask about the place. Wait'll some of my colleagues get here, and ask them."
"I'll do that. You having a team is funny enough." Garrison shook his head. He took a moment to look around the bar, and leaned in slightly. The spy game was not his area after all. "There have been some questions about you, Pete. All very informal inter-agency stuff, but happening. The Brits have been talking to the RCMP at least, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the FBI as well. Only reason I heard about it was that my teaching Inspector recognized you from Mom's funeral. Maybe this is a normal thing for you, but I wanted to make sure you were aware, eh?"
Pete shrugged. "Thanks for the heads up, but you can pretty much pick any agency you like these days, and at any given time, half of them hate my breathing guts, and half of them are think I'm the best thing since sliced fucking bread. Depends on how much of a conscience the person in
question has, and whether or not I've been round their neck of the woods lately." He grinned. "It's kind of the government work I used to do, but these days, I know that if someone hates me, it's because they're probably just hoping I won't find out whatever dirty little secrets
they have."
"Just don't go near Director Colcord of Department H. He can order me to arrest you afterall." Garrison said, only mostly kidding. He knew Wisdom was a good man, dispite his chosen professional, and had to trust him to know what was right. Kane looked up from his drink at the group that just came through the door and let out a strangled noise. "Good god and his wacky halos, tell me those are your staff."
"Yeah, that's them." Pete grinned. "We only hire the best at Snow Valley. Think of them like eccentric geniuses. You know, like the short with the shopping carts and the hygiene problems you passed on the way here. My lot do wash, but they'll still go on about the government, if you give them half a chance..."
Garrison's eyes skipped from Marie-Ange to Sofia to Wanda and back. "I'd like to see them wash." He said in a slightly dazed voice as Wisdom waved them over.
"Well, I am glad someone managed to drag Pete out of the office," Wanda said cheerfully, shrugging off her jacket as they got to the table. She offered the one sitting across from Wisdom her hand.
"Wanda Maximoff, pleased to meet you. You lot look a lot more fun then the group I just left, so count me in for a drink, if you do not mind." She sat down and got a good look at him, sharing a grin with the other ladies.
"I'm Garrison Kane. I just started working at Xavier's this week." He took her name, wondering why it sounded familiar. He'd briefed on all of the details Canada had on the X-Men and the school, which where not inconsiderable.
She quirked a smile as she took her beer from the waiter. "What are you teaching?" she asked, curious. "It is...not often that the school receives a teacher without some sort of incident happening before hand. Thankfully for my sanity's sake, I stuck to teaching college and was simply a councilor there for some time."
"I'm more of a subsituite at this point." Garrison finished off his third beer. "I'm an Inspector with the RCMP, and technically I'm here on an interagency swap with the FBI field office here in New York."
"I always did like a man in uniform," Wanda teased, "so I believe we'll get on wonderfully. Do you mind if I ask how you know Pete?" She gave the older man a bright grin. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this story."
"I'll have to remember to lock my bathing room door, then," Sofia suddenly commented, drink in hand, as she slid into her seat opposite Pete, giving him what generally qualified as her wryly amused, where did you pick this guy up, look. "But don't let my delayed response interrupt the pre-mating ritual story time. Go ahead."
"I knew his Mum." Pete shrugged, smiling slightly. "Sorry to disappoint. Bet you never thought I knew people without having to meet them in some kind of firefight or crisis first, did you?"
Wanda pouted at Pete and then sighed. "You would have to ruin all of my fun, wouldn't you?" she asked, pretending to be huffy and then shot Sofia an amused look. "No one ever lets me do the pre-mating ritual any more. The last time that happened, a roof dropped on someone's head. Shame that, it was a nice roof."
Sofia's look slid over to Wanda, where she raised an eyebrow over the rim of her tequila. "Pete still has no sense of humor and I'm still a bitch," she said, snaking her tongue out to the corner of her mouth to catch a bead before continuing. "Surprise!"
Wanda raised her pint glass in a toast. "The best things in life never change," she said, amusement clear in her eyes as she finished the last of her beer and waved to the waiter. "And sadly, my drink is broken."
Marie-Ange shook her head, laughing. "We are going to destroy the entire supply of sarcasm for all of the United States and they will put in restrictions about foreigners using it or make us import our own." She smiled across the table at Garrison. "Marie-Ange Colbert. And the 'bitch' is Sofia. She keeps everyone who is not me from being crazy."
"She does?" Garrison mouthed 'wow' under his breath, either in response to the implausibility of her in that role, or the look of her in that shirt. He was doing his best not to stare at all of the ladies who had arrived, for the millionth time wondering why professional bastards like Wisdom and his dad could seemingly attract ridiculously attractive women with a snap of their fingers.
"So, all of you work with Pete?"
He seemed to be in a bit of shock. Wanda grinned. The group of women could, if they wanted to, conquer the world apparently if they put their minds to it. "Guilty as charged," she responded. "Sophia keeps us as sane as possible, with the exception of Marie-Ange, and I head the research."
Pete looked mournfully at his empty glass for a moment, then signalled to the waiter, and leant back with a grin. "What happened to the others, anyway? Did they get a better offer than drinking on the company credit card, or something?"
"There's more of you. Great thundering jaysus, as they say." Garrison said speculatively. "I'm going to take a guess that you all worked at the mansion as well before ending up here?"
"Do They's parents happen to be siblings?" Sofia asked in her customary dry tone. "And we'd tell you where the boys were, but think that'd be revealing the special place I like to hide bodies, so. Make your drink a double?"
"At the rate this conversation is going, I might need a triple," Wanda replied, looking amused. "And yes, most of us were special enough to work for the mansion before coming here. The rest tend to be more sane, it happens." She tilted her head. "If my parents were siblings...well, it would explain a great deal about Pietro."
"I thought his eyes looked suspiciously close together." Pete took his fresh drink from the waiter. "But on the other hand, your height appears unstunted. Are you absolutely sodding sure the two of you are related?"
Sofia held up the hand that did not contain her drink, gesturing in a sweeping motion at both Wanda and Pete. "Wait, I want to hear again the part where I'm the sane one."
"I did always say that Pietro is a special, special child. One we probably sold a donkey for." Wanda grinned over at Sofia. "Well, you are still here..."
"Sane is relative." Marie-Ange said. "It depends on who you are comparing yourself to, and the situation." She smiled, finished her drink, and set it down carefully. "And on the subject of insanity, where -are- the boys?"
"Is this the pot calling the kettle insane, Angie?" Doug asked mildly as he and Mark made their way to the table. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one whose powers cause a psychotic break." He grinned and waved a hand. "Yes, yes, I know it's perfectly controlled and powers-related, but still." He sat down and leaned back precariously in his chair. "So, what'd I miss?"
"You silly mutants and your silly fragile psyches," Mark teased after eagerly ordering a martini. "So, a mountie, eh? Is it like in the movies?" He paused and then frowned, his eyes darting back and forth guiltily. "You probably don't watch the movies I'm thinking of, so ignore that question."
"I'm the one that didn't get my man, so they sent me down here. Mind you, with the new gay marriage laws, getting him is going to involve increased benefits." Garrison's eyes skipped quickly over the people, matching names from the website to faces and mentally noting the holes in the information. Also, the shockingly high percentage of attractive young women. "So, another round then, eh?"
Pete folded away his newspaper his newspaper as the other man walked into the bar. He raised a hand in greeting.
"Over here old son!"
"Uncle Pete!" Kane grinned as he was rewarded with a wince. Only his little sister, Victoria, ever could get away with calling him that without making him look pained. The young man threw his coat
over the back of the chair and sat down. It was his first time in New York, despite all of his mother's friends here, and finding the downtown bar had taken longer than he thought.
"Vikks said you called a couple of months ago, saying you were working here now. I thought you were still at the school or something?"
"Nah, I'm off on me own these days. Working with a few friends, and generally worrying people. It's not really a good idea for me to spend long periods of time in a place full of impressionable teenagers. I pick up bad habits from them."
He took a sip of his drink.
"So what brings you over here, then?"
"Oh, you're not going to believe this, eh." Kane waved at the waitress for a beer and settled in. "You remember I told you they shut down Alpha Flight last year? Well, I had assumed that they'd just leave me in rotation with the RCMP for a while. However, one of them got the
brilliant idea that if they're going to reconsitute the program, we ought to study the only semi-successful model out there."
His drink arrived and he took a long swallow. "So, as of last week, I was transfered down to Xavier's to serve as the Canadian government's official liaison to the X-Men."
Pete nearly spat his drink out.
"Jesus motherfucking christ! How did they talk Charlie into that? I'd have thought he'd have had more than enough of people from one government outfit or other around his place. God knows, me and the other bastards he's already had have caused more than enough fucking trouble!"
"They made him a deal, Pete. You know that Logan and Marie spent over a year up with us at Department H. The government needs a mutant threat response group, and the X-Men are the big success story. So, as long as I'm there, they get limited rights to operate in Canada, as well as certification as a recognized scholastic insituition." Garrison explained.
"In return, I get to observe all aspects of their operation, and if Xavier wants, serve with them in an operational capacity."
He took another long swallow, already waving for a second one. American beer went down like weak iced tea, he noticed. "The irony is unbelievable. My old man is going to have a field day when he hears about this."
Pete frowned, just slightly. "Not a bad idea, at that, although I'm sure it'll given any number of people a screaming fit. And speaking of, what's your horrible old man up to these days? I haven't spoken to him in quite a fucking while."
"Dad? He's sailing around Australia with his new wife, who is like, a biscuit younger than me." Kane scowled. Christian's failure to appear at his mother's funeral had been very close to the last straw, and their relationship, while never warm, had grown positively icy since.
"Hey, so the word from Logan is that you're working with this Snow Valley thing." Garrison switched topics, not really wanting to get into his normal argument about his absentee father. "I looked on the website, and surprise, you weren't listed so I assume it's your normal type of gig, but are you really working for Betsy Braddock?"
Pete gave hime a flat look. "For? No."
Then he flashed a grin.
"I talked her and another mate into helping me set up, yeah, my normal kind of gig. The three of us have spent enough time being run by bastards that we decided to take them on at their own game. But since the other two of us aren't strictly legal, we stay off the books. We've hired some of Xavier's staff and graduates. The place really does do think tank work, though."
"Well, I kind of figured you hadn't started dealing with those law things, yet." Kane said wryly. Almost as a result of his father, Garrison had gone the other direction and ended up a cop. He had a rough idea of what Wisdom did, and trusted the man, but it didn't mean that he liked it any more. "Still, Betsy Braddock. Her Victoria Secret catalog shoot got me through the age of 16."
"Seriously, no, I'm kidding... but, yeah. Honest."
Pete affected a wounded look. "I haven't done anything that anyone would seriously want to charge me for in... ooh, almost a year now. I'm practically sodding respectable."
He looked distant for a second, then grinned again.
"But yeah, I do spend a large amount of time working in the same office as a surprising number of very attractive women. The sacrifices we make, eh?"
"Your life is so hard." Garrison groused, draining his beer and waving for another. "Alright, Pete, unlike Marie I know I'm going to get a straight answer on this from you. What the fuck have I just walked into with this school and the X-Men?"
Pete thought for a second, then said "Let's put it like this: if you offered me the choice between working at Charlie's again, and six months in a Chinese jail, I'd probably opt for working at Charlie's, but I'd definitely have to think about it for a while."
He paused for a second, before explaining: "It's just about the most stressful place on the planet. If there isn't some kind of global crisis on, then half the staff were injured in the last one. If the kids aren't doing something stupid and life threatening, the staff are. Half the staff are receiving counseling, and the other half should be. Working at Xavier's is like wearing a big sign saying 'I'm an enormous fucking masochist, please hurt me'."
"Great." Garrison said flatly. He was already a little uncomfortable with his role, even though the staff had gone out of their way to try and make him feel at home. Wisdom was right on one thing he'd already noticed; the place was a pressure cooker. "Well, I'm there for at least the next year. Maybe things will be different."
He caught Wisdom's expression and sighed. "I'm going to kill Heather Hudson." Kane muttered, gulping down a third of his beer as it arrived.
Pete smiled. "It's not all bad, though. The job's rewarding, in it's own way. And there are some good kids, there. And y'know, I did quit, so I may not be the best person to ask about the place. Wait'll some of my colleagues get here, and ask them."
"I'll do that. You having a team is funny enough." Garrison shook his head. He took a moment to look around the bar, and leaned in slightly. The spy game was not his area after all. "There have been some questions about you, Pete. All very informal inter-agency stuff, but happening. The Brits have been talking to the RCMP at least, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the FBI as well. Only reason I heard about it was that my teaching Inspector recognized you from Mom's funeral. Maybe this is a normal thing for you, but I wanted to make sure you were aware, eh?"
Pete shrugged. "Thanks for the heads up, but you can pretty much pick any agency you like these days, and at any given time, half of them hate my breathing guts, and half of them are think I'm the best thing since sliced fucking bread. Depends on how much of a conscience the person in
question has, and whether or not I've been round their neck of the woods lately." He grinned. "It's kind of the government work I used to do, but these days, I know that if someone hates me, it's because they're probably just hoping I won't find out whatever dirty little secrets
they have."
"Just don't go near Director Colcord of Department H. He can order me to arrest you afterall." Garrison said, only mostly kidding. He knew Wisdom was a good man, dispite his chosen professional, and had to trust him to know what was right. Kane looked up from his drink at the group that just came through the door and let out a strangled noise. "Good god and his wacky halos, tell me those are your staff."
"Yeah, that's them." Pete grinned. "We only hire the best at Snow Valley. Think of them like eccentric geniuses. You know, like the short with the shopping carts and the hygiene problems you passed on the way here. My lot do wash, but they'll still go on about the government, if you give them half a chance..."
Garrison's eyes skipped from Marie-Ange to Sofia to Wanda and back. "I'd like to see them wash." He said in a slightly dazed voice as Wisdom waved them over.
"Well, I am glad someone managed to drag Pete out of the office," Wanda said cheerfully, shrugging off her jacket as they got to the table. She offered the one sitting across from Wisdom her hand.
"Wanda Maximoff, pleased to meet you. You lot look a lot more fun then the group I just left, so count me in for a drink, if you do not mind." She sat down and got a good look at him, sharing a grin with the other ladies.
"I'm Garrison Kane. I just started working at Xavier's this week." He took her name, wondering why it sounded familiar. He'd briefed on all of the details Canada had on the X-Men and the school, which where not inconsiderable.
She quirked a smile as she took her beer from the waiter. "What are you teaching?" she asked, curious. "It is...not often that the school receives a teacher without some sort of incident happening before hand. Thankfully for my sanity's sake, I stuck to teaching college and was simply a councilor there for some time."
"I'm more of a subsituite at this point." Garrison finished off his third beer. "I'm an Inspector with the RCMP, and technically I'm here on an interagency swap with the FBI field office here in New York."
"I always did like a man in uniform," Wanda teased, "so I believe we'll get on wonderfully. Do you mind if I ask how you know Pete?" She gave the older man a bright grin. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this story."
"I'll have to remember to lock my bathing room door, then," Sofia suddenly commented, drink in hand, as she slid into her seat opposite Pete, giving him what generally qualified as her wryly amused, where did you pick this guy up, look. "But don't let my delayed response interrupt the pre-mating ritual story time. Go ahead."
"I knew his Mum." Pete shrugged, smiling slightly. "Sorry to disappoint. Bet you never thought I knew people without having to meet them in some kind of firefight or crisis first, did you?"
Wanda pouted at Pete and then sighed. "You would have to ruin all of my fun, wouldn't you?" she asked, pretending to be huffy and then shot Sofia an amused look. "No one ever lets me do the pre-mating ritual any more. The last time that happened, a roof dropped on someone's head. Shame that, it was a nice roof."
Sofia's look slid over to Wanda, where she raised an eyebrow over the rim of her tequila. "Pete still has no sense of humor and I'm still a bitch," she said, snaking her tongue out to the corner of her mouth to catch a bead before continuing. "Surprise!"
Wanda raised her pint glass in a toast. "The best things in life never change," she said, amusement clear in her eyes as she finished the last of her beer and waved to the waiter. "And sadly, my drink is broken."
Marie-Ange shook her head, laughing. "We are going to destroy the entire supply of sarcasm for all of the United States and they will put in restrictions about foreigners using it or make us import our own." She smiled across the table at Garrison. "Marie-Ange Colbert. And the 'bitch' is Sofia. She keeps everyone who is not me from being crazy."
"She does?" Garrison mouthed 'wow' under his breath, either in response to the implausibility of her in that role, or the look of her in that shirt. He was doing his best not to stare at all of the ladies who had arrived, for the millionth time wondering why professional bastards like Wisdom and his dad could seemingly attract ridiculously attractive women with a snap of their fingers.
"So, all of you work with Pete?"
He seemed to be in a bit of shock. Wanda grinned. The group of women could, if they wanted to, conquer the world apparently if they put their minds to it. "Guilty as charged," she responded. "Sophia keeps us as sane as possible, with the exception of Marie-Ange, and I head the research."
Pete looked mournfully at his empty glass for a moment, then signalled to the waiter, and leant back with a grin. "What happened to the others, anyway? Did they get a better offer than drinking on the company credit card, or something?"
"There's more of you. Great thundering jaysus, as they say." Garrison said speculatively. "I'm going to take a guess that you all worked at the mansion as well before ending up here?"
"Do They's parents happen to be siblings?" Sofia asked in her customary dry tone. "And we'd tell you where the boys were, but think that'd be revealing the special place I like to hide bodies, so. Make your drink a double?"
"At the rate this conversation is going, I might need a triple," Wanda replied, looking amused. "And yes, most of us were special enough to work for the mansion before coming here. The rest tend to be more sane, it happens." She tilted her head. "If my parents were siblings...well, it would explain a great deal about Pietro."
"I thought his eyes looked suspiciously close together." Pete took his fresh drink from the waiter. "But on the other hand, your height appears unstunted. Are you absolutely sodding sure the two of you are related?"
Sofia held up the hand that did not contain her drink, gesturing in a sweeping motion at both Wanda and Pete. "Wait, I want to hear again the part where I'm the sane one."
"I did always say that Pietro is a special, special child. One we probably sold a donkey for." Wanda grinned over at Sofia. "Well, you are still here..."
"Sane is relative." Marie-Ange said. "It depends on who you are comparing yourself to, and the situation." She smiled, finished her drink, and set it down carefully. "And on the subject of insanity, where -are- the boys?"
"Is this the pot calling the kettle insane, Angie?" Doug asked mildly as he and Mark made their way to the table. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one whose powers cause a psychotic break." He grinned and waved a hand. "Yes, yes, I know it's perfectly controlled and powers-related, but still." He sat down and leaned back precariously in his chair. "So, what'd I miss?"
"You silly mutants and your silly fragile psyches," Mark teased after eagerly ordering a martini. "So, a mountie, eh? Is it like in the movies?" He paused and then frowned, his eyes darting back and forth guiltily. "You probably don't watch the movies I'm thinking of, so ignore that question."
"I'm the one that didn't get my man, so they sent me down here. Mind you, with the new gay marriage laws, getting him is going to involve increased benefits." Garrison's eyes skipped quickly over the people, matching names from the website to faces and mentally noting the holes in the information. Also, the shockingly high percentage of attractive young women. "So, another round then, eh?"
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Date: 2006-11-15 02:40 am (UTC)