Amanda, Remy, Wanda

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Finally back in a city that's not under threat of explosion, Wanda heads to the office.



With Emma's car sent away, Wanda raced up the stairs of the office building. Raced as much as one could in heels that were protesting and carting bags and purses. She made it work mainly because it was far too late...early...whatever time it was for her to take her time. The flight was relatively short but the airport experience had drained her, as had the distinct lack of communication.

Tracking down her coworkers was far too easy and she appeared in the doorway, saying, "I look like hell and I smell like an airport. A status update would be fantastic."

Amanda looked up from the pile of papers she was going through, the relief plain on her face. "About bloody time," she said, smiling wearily. "All hell's broken loose here. What was up with your phone?"

"Something very large and heavy sat on it. I believe his name was Richard." She held up her purse and it was looking a little worse for wear -- smushed and flattened in places that it really shouldn't have been. Sighing, she dropped her bags on the floor and then kicked the shoes off. "What is happening in DC? I know it has to be big, I had nearly a dozen messages from everyone here at the hotel desk alone. I fear for my voice message."

"Took you long enough to get them, though. I was starting to think we were going to have to go fetch you." Amanda leaned back in her chair, rubbing under her eyes a little. She looked tired, and worried.

Wanda nodded, scrunching her face up in disgust. "The big emergency happened while I was out and completely unavailable." Kicking off her shoes, she went to join Amanda and sighed in relief when she sat. "As it was, I had to call Pete and he managed to get one of Emma's jets over to the airport. If I was relying on the airlines, I'd probably still be there."

"Dat would not be a good option." Remy said from behind a thick binder covered in cryllic. "Believe it or not, de fucking Russians put a giant laser up on dere orbiting space lab wit'out anyone noticing, took a shot at Magneto, and den he took it over. He's made a threat to de President dat unless his demands are met, Washington gets de first public firing of de thing."

". . ." Her mouth was open but nothing was quite coming out so she shut it with a click as she thought that over. Eventually, she cleared her throat and tried again. "My father has access to a laser. A space laser." Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling the headache start to triple in it's intensity. "Well, thanks to you lot, I seem to be out of zapping range. All those calls and that note."

"I didn't send a note," Amanda said absently, already reaching for her next file. "Remy must have."

"Don't look at me. Remy been busy trying to figure out how dey built de fucking thing in de first place wit'out some way to remotely shut it down."

"Huh." Without bothering to get up, Wanda leaned back in her seat to give herself room to dig through her pockets. A few moments later, she pulled a crumpled note from her pocket and tossed it onto the table. "I did not recognize the handwriting," she said, frowning, "but I just assumed one of you had arranged someone in the hotel to send it. Though none of them claimed they had."

Amanda reached for the note, smoothing out the creases. "It's no-one here," she said, definitely - she'd seen everyone's handwriting come across her desk at some point or other. "Too slow, any way. But who else would know to tell you to get out of Washington?"

"If my speech had been dull in the least, I could name an entire room of guests but I was more than well-liked. How quiet are they keeping this? This is the first I've heard and considering the general lack of panic, I'm assuming there's been no word leaked?"

"Best dat I've heard, it's limited to de Executive Branch and dere Russian counterparts. GRU is all over de repercussions in Russia, but de CIA doesn't seem to be in de loop yet. Not sure 'bout de Joint Chiefs. Remy's best guess is dat dey won't say anything until de X-Men are on de way up, to stop any chances of interference." Remy took a look at the note. "Someone sent you dis to get you out of de city. If it was de mansion, 'ro would have mentioned it. Dat leaves..." Remy turned it over for a second. "I think dat we should have a talk wit' Logan 'bout dis. See what his nose says."

Wanda nodded, taking the note back from Remy. "That's a good idea, I will run it by him. In the mean time, I have coffee and donuts to drop off to Pete. After that, do you need me for anything else immediately or can I go home and take a shower?"

"Not unless you have a brilliant idea 'bout how to explode an orbital platform before de X-Men get to it." Remy said, picking up the book again. "Oh, 'manda invited de X-Men for a sleepover, so I'd check and see who's passed out in your apartment before stripping down, neh?"