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xp_logsIn response to Doug's difficulty, Amanda calls Adrienne for details of what happened.
Her phone was ringing.
Groggily, Adrienne listened to the faint sound from inside her cocoon of blankets. The fact that she could hear it from there, that the muffled rings had been enough to wake her told the psychometrist that the medication she'd taken to drown out the world had finally worn off. She had no idea what time it was, how long she'd been blacked out. But at least the drugs had been kind, allowing her to shut down without nightmares.
The phone stopped ringing. She assumed it would go to voicemail, but it started up again. Shit.
Unless it was good news. Or any news. Any news was better than nothing. News wasn't shit.
She thrashed her way out of her nest and groped for the phone, holding the display up close, vision still fuzzy from sleep. She saw that it was early evening already, according to the clock on the phone's face. The call display was a long number. Long distance. Spain? Who did she know in Spain? She knew people in Spain, but who in Spain would be calling her at... really early morning Spain-time? Amanda was in Europe, she remembered. Maybe it was Amanda? Amanda was friends with Garrison. She knew Wisdom and probably the others too. Was Amanda calling with news?
"H'llo? Who's this? Wha's going on?" she slurred into the phone after connecting the call.
"About bloody time you answered. I've been ringing for ages." Amanda sounded relieved, but there was tension underneath - her voice was practically vibrating with it. "You all right?"
"Hi Amanda," she replied stupidly, not really comprehending. "What? No. Not alright." Thrashing to free herself further, Adrienne struggled into a sitting position. Her head swam, and she reached for a glass of water she'd put by the bed before passing out, anticipating how she'd be feeling when she awoke. She kept Amanda waiting as she drained it, some of her clarity returning when she put the glass back down. "I guess you heard what happened? I just woke up so I dunno what's going on." As if that wasn't already blatantly obvious.
"I've heard bits and pieces - we're working on some pretty sketchy information right now." Static crackled slightly over the long-distance line. "I know something happened to Garrison and Pete when they were driving back to New York. Remy said something about a hit?"
Adrienne frowned at the phone. "A hit? What? Why?" Her voice caught in her throat. "Jay and Dani were-are, are just kids. Why would someone want to hurt them like that? They ripped his wings off," she said emotionally, "and they cut her throat. Why would anyone do that? Garrison- they ripped off his arm. Right off his body. I don't... I don't know why..." She had to stop there, gulp deep breaths to calm herself, unwilling to fall apart while talking to Amanda.
There was a pause, and when Amanda spoke again, her voice was tightly controlled. "It might have been someone after Pete. He's made a lot of enemies in his time." The sound of a deep breath being taken, and then the witch spoke again, a little less harshly. "Right now we're scrambling to try and find them. Anything you've got about who did it would help."
"Pete's a Trenchcoat. yes?" she asked after a moment. Amanda's comment about finding them helped to steady her. "So the Trenchcoats are going to fix this, fix it properly the way the X-Men won't, right?" She didn't wait for a reply, not wanting to put Amanda in the position of answering. The fact that Amanda was even calling her was confirmation enough to Adrienne that the situation was going to be dealt with in conjunction with her idea of 'properly.' "There was more than one," she began, keeping her eyes focused on the sunny pattern of one of her blankets. "I heard the lovely creature Kyle calls Creed. Sabretooth. Giving orders. Orders to... So there's more than one. At least one more has mutant strength, like Sabretooth, I think. The car was hit from the front. I think it was struck by something. They got Garrison first. Shot in the shoulder. He went down fast after than. One of them sat on him and they..." she trailed off, hoping it would be unnecessary to say. "Pete fought," she said with a thin veil of what she hoped sounded like comfort. "He hit Sabretooth with something that looked like knives. Creed got Dani too. Slit... slit her throat. She... she hit her head when he threw her away. And Jay... Jay got thrown from the car by Creed. He tried to fight. But he was held down by a foot and they ripped off his wings like he was some sort of insect. Pete kept fighting, but there were more gunshots, and he didn't get up. I-I don't know what else to tell you. What else do you need?" It was only after she'd finally stopped that she realized she was crying, and judging by how damp her face was, had been for several minutes.
"You've given me plenty, don't worry. Enough to get a start on. I'll let the others know what you said and by fuck we'll make sure those cunts won't be walking away." There was a note of barely-controlled fury in Amanda's voice, at odds with her softer tone as she spoke next. "You've done brilliantly, love, really well. I know it's hard, but you've gotten through the worst part now and you can rest while we take the job on. You want me to call anyone else for you, get someone to sit with you?"
"Fucking cunts," Adrienne mimicked, sniffling. She wiped her face on one of the blankets and shook her head at the phone. "Thanks, but I'll be alright." She wouldn't mind Morgan's company, or maybe even Terry, but she wasn't able to say that out loud. "I made myself a nest and I'm hiding right now. It's comfy. And I do feel better, knowing the Trenchcoats are on the job."
"That we are. I have to go now, get things happening, but I'll call you again tomorrow, yeah? And if you need anything, give a shout." Amanda's voice cracked a little, her composure obviously wearing thin. "You take care of yourself, love."
"You too," the brunette replied automatically. "Take care of yourself too. I... I would be really pissed if something happened to you while you were saving Garrison and the others and exacting Trenchcoat justice."
"Don't you worry. I'll be happening to other people, just like my Uncle Pete." The last word was lost in a sob and a click as the phone disconnected.
Her phone was ringing.
Groggily, Adrienne listened to the faint sound from inside her cocoon of blankets. The fact that she could hear it from there, that the muffled rings had been enough to wake her told the psychometrist that the medication she'd taken to drown out the world had finally worn off. She had no idea what time it was, how long she'd been blacked out. But at least the drugs had been kind, allowing her to shut down without nightmares.
The phone stopped ringing. She assumed it would go to voicemail, but it started up again. Shit.
Unless it was good news. Or any news. Any news was better than nothing. News wasn't shit.
She thrashed her way out of her nest and groped for the phone, holding the display up close, vision still fuzzy from sleep. She saw that it was early evening already, according to the clock on the phone's face. The call display was a long number. Long distance. Spain? Who did she know in Spain? She knew people in Spain, but who in Spain would be calling her at... really early morning Spain-time? Amanda was in Europe, she remembered. Maybe it was Amanda? Amanda was friends with Garrison. She knew Wisdom and probably the others too. Was Amanda calling with news?
"H'llo? Who's this? Wha's going on?" she slurred into the phone after connecting the call.
"About bloody time you answered. I've been ringing for ages." Amanda sounded relieved, but there was tension underneath - her voice was practically vibrating with it. "You all right?"
"Hi Amanda," she replied stupidly, not really comprehending. "What? No. Not alright." Thrashing to free herself further, Adrienne struggled into a sitting position. Her head swam, and she reached for a glass of water she'd put by the bed before passing out, anticipating how she'd be feeling when she awoke. She kept Amanda waiting as she drained it, some of her clarity returning when she put the glass back down. "I guess you heard what happened? I just woke up so I dunno what's going on." As if that wasn't already blatantly obvious.
"I've heard bits and pieces - we're working on some pretty sketchy information right now." Static crackled slightly over the long-distance line. "I know something happened to Garrison and Pete when they were driving back to New York. Remy said something about a hit?"
Adrienne frowned at the phone. "A hit? What? Why?" Her voice caught in her throat. "Jay and Dani were-are, are just kids. Why would someone want to hurt them like that? They ripped his wings off," she said emotionally, "and they cut her throat. Why would anyone do that? Garrison- they ripped off his arm. Right off his body. I don't... I don't know why..." She had to stop there, gulp deep breaths to calm herself, unwilling to fall apart while talking to Amanda.
There was a pause, and when Amanda spoke again, her voice was tightly controlled. "It might have been someone after Pete. He's made a lot of enemies in his time." The sound of a deep breath being taken, and then the witch spoke again, a little less harshly. "Right now we're scrambling to try and find them. Anything you've got about who did it would help."
"Pete's a Trenchcoat. yes?" she asked after a moment. Amanda's comment about finding them helped to steady her. "So the Trenchcoats are going to fix this, fix it properly the way the X-Men won't, right?" She didn't wait for a reply, not wanting to put Amanda in the position of answering. The fact that Amanda was even calling her was confirmation enough to Adrienne that the situation was going to be dealt with in conjunction with her idea of 'properly.' "There was more than one," she began, keeping her eyes focused on the sunny pattern of one of her blankets. "I heard the lovely creature Kyle calls Creed. Sabretooth. Giving orders. Orders to... So there's more than one. At least one more has mutant strength, like Sabretooth, I think. The car was hit from the front. I think it was struck by something. They got Garrison first. Shot in the shoulder. He went down fast after than. One of them sat on him and they..." she trailed off, hoping it would be unnecessary to say. "Pete fought," she said with a thin veil of what she hoped sounded like comfort. "He hit Sabretooth with something that looked like knives. Creed got Dani too. Slit... slit her throat. She... she hit her head when he threw her away. And Jay... Jay got thrown from the car by Creed. He tried to fight. But he was held down by a foot and they ripped off his wings like he was some sort of insect. Pete kept fighting, but there were more gunshots, and he didn't get up. I-I don't know what else to tell you. What else do you need?" It was only after she'd finally stopped that she realized she was crying, and judging by how damp her face was, had been for several minutes.
"You've given me plenty, don't worry. Enough to get a start on. I'll let the others know what you said and by fuck we'll make sure those cunts won't be walking away." There was a note of barely-controlled fury in Amanda's voice, at odds with her softer tone as she spoke next. "You've done brilliantly, love, really well. I know it's hard, but you've gotten through the worst part now and you can rest while we take the job on. You want me to call anyone else for you, get someone to sit with you?"
"Fucking cunts," Adrienne mimicked, sniffling. She wiped her face on one of the blankets and shook her head at the phone. "Thanks, but I'll be alright." She wouldn't mind Morgan's company, or maybe even Terry, but she wasn't able to say that out loud. "I made myself a nest and I'm hiding right now. It's comfy. And I do feel better, knowing the Trenchcoats are on the job."
"That we are. I have to go now, get things happening, but I'll call you again tomorrow, yeah? And if you need anything, give a shout." Amanda's voice cracked a little, her composure obviously wearing thin. "You take care of yourself, love."
"You too," the brunette replied automatically. "Take care of yourself too. I... I would be really pissed if something happened to you while you were saving Garrison and the others and exacting Trenchcoat justice."
"Don't you worry. I'll be happening to other people, just like my Uncle Pete." The last word was lost in a sob and a click as the phone disconnected.
