Morgan & Eamon (NPC) | Monday morning

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Morgan makes a decision in the wake of New York and calls "home" to tell Mág Ealga.

“’M I fucking hallucinating or is Nessa calling?” The gruff voice on the other end of the phone sounded a bit tired, but also happy. Happy wasn’t usually a tone you associated with the work Eamon and the rest of Mág Ealga did but after months without contact it was good to hear from the woman you thought of as your little sister. Mág Ealga was a family, after all.

“Aye, you’re hallucinating, love. No Nessa here, just the devil sitting on her shoulder.” Her own voice held a happy lilt to it that people around the mansion almost never heard, if they’d ever heard it at all. Aleister had been like her father and Eamon had been the protective older brother. Thom and Mike were more equal to her. They were older than Morgan but they were the sort of brothers who teased you, and played pranks just to see if they could get you to turn that special shade of scarlet people only got when they were really embarassed or pissed off.

Laughter came through the line, covering up even the faint sound of an explosion somewhere in the background. “Aye, well, I always did like her devil a bit more than her. Even her angel’s been fun a time or two.”

“The angel resents that.”

“She would. So you need help with something again?” It was a fair question, the only time Eamon had heard from her since she’d left them was when she needed a contact for information in India.

The smile lingering on Morgan’s lips fell a little. She didn’t like that she’d made choices that led to that question. He assumed she needed help, not that she was coming back. Last time he’d asked if she was returning first. “I’m thinking about the name Aoife.” She could swear she heard the surprise on the other end even though Eamon had yet to speak. “Ea?”

“Only one reason you’d be thinking about a new name, but where exactly are you planning to go?” There was the faintest trace of holding out. Eamon was hoping she was coming back to the fold, but he wasn’t going to get his hopes up just yet. Hoping sometimes made people make mistakes. Mistakes got people killed.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Where you lot’re going to be.”

“Aye, well,” Morgan could hear the smile in Eamon’s voice, “we’ve to finish the job here first. No point in you coming in on this, it should be done for us in a few weeks. After that we’ve a few options. When I know where and when we’re moving on to I’ll let you know. You coming back, well, might change which job we take on next.”

“A few weeks? I can handle that. It’ll give me time to figure out a mimic to pick up.”

“Aye. Aoife, eh? You going to have the face to go with a name like that?”

“I’ve already one of those, it’s just the wrong color.”

“Point taken.”

“I plan to, though. They always underestimate you most when your skin’s pale and your body’s slender.”

“Maybe you should try for a bit short this time, as well.”

Morgan’s eyes narrowed and she glared at the space in front of her. “Why, so you can enjoy my not reaching things again?”

Eamon suddenly broke out into a fit of laughter. “Aye. It was cracking, that.”

“Oi, sod off you. Just for that I’m finding someone tall.”

“Tall people make easier targets.”

“Aye, but you’re still about.”

“Don’t feature I plan on not being about for a while.”

Morgan’s voice sobered. “Feature or not, doesn’t mean it’s your choice.”

“I know.” Eamon’s tone mirrored hers, even as she heard screaming coming from somewhere in the distance on his end of the line. “What made you decide to come back?”

“You hear about New York at all recently?”

“The mutant who took it over, declared his own bloody kingdom and that rot?”

“Aye, that rot.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So that’s what made me decide. Rifle in my hands, snipers taking my orders. It was just like home.”

“Only you take orders,” he pointed out with a teasing note.

“Only when the leadership knows what it’s doing.”

On the other end Morgan could hear what she thought was maybe Mike’s voice. There were a few hmm’s and she imagined a great deal of nodding before Eamon’s voice came back. “Back to work, Nessa. I’ll let you know when Aoife should head out and where she should join us.”

“Aye.” She nodded even though he couldn’t see it. He mirrored her in speech and gesture and then the line went dead. Morgan was going to go home. She slipped her phone into her back pocket and headed out the door. Until she knew more she wasn’t going to publicize the fact, but Charles deserved to know now. She owed the man that sort of head’s up.