Morgan and Remy | Saturday evening

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Morgan accepts Remy's job offer to join Snow Valley and X-Force. Newbie orientation ends at Finnigan's.

She was still functioning on Congo time. Her body was all too willing to adjust to timezones that were GMT ot later, but it wasn't too thrilled about its trip to the other side of the timezone line. Normally she woke up around six in the morning, this was a hard won battle of six months. When she'd first shown up at the mansion she couldn't manage to sleep past four. Now she had been up at three in the morning every day since her return. Morgan gave herself credit for waiting until the extremely late hour of nine before showing up at Snow Valley looking for Remy. After ten to fifteen minutes of waiting while inquiries were made over phones she was informed she didn't need to make an appointment to see the Cajun some time in the upcoming week, he had time to meet with her now. Morgan's brain was already filling in the conference room and the stacks of paperwork surrounding the man such as the scene had been on both of their previous meetings.

It wasn't surprising to find Remy at work on a weekend. The office was mostly empty. After the Wraith issue, he'd basically forced most of the staff to take the weekend off, and only a handful were clearing things up or answering the phone. It wasn't the conference room this time, but instead she was pointed towards his office.

LeBeau was lying on his couch, a cup of coffee on the floor beside him, and a stack of papers which he was going through and making the odd note while lying on his back. He moved his feet and peered around them as Morgan knocked on the open door, and pivoted himself around, waving her inside.

"Come in."

She had to stop herself from smiling at the image in front of her. After the conference room seeing LeBeau like this was all a little too casual to be accepted at first glance. It was almost cute in a strange way and Morgan neither associated that word with LeBeau nor with most adults in a serious manner. She imagined he would scowl at her if she said as much, though, so she bit down on the inside of her lip to stop from grinning too widely.

Morgan cocked her head to the side as she looked down at him from a few feet away. "Do you ever stop working?" Steadfast work ethic, good. Potential need to work on weekends because he is, acceptable. The question had been mostly rhetorical and as such she didn't wait for an answer before speaking again. "If the offer is still open, I'd like to accept the job."

"Of course I stop working sometimes. You seen my girlfriend." He got up, and dropped the papers back down on the pile. "So, you want de job. Why?" His red on black stare was disquieting, both due to the colour and the intensity of his gaze.

Actually, she had no idea that he even had a girlfriend. There was no reason she would know that, but there was no reason to point it out in light of his question. Morgan suddenly felt like she was in an interview and had to drum up some great response. She settled for honest. "I want to expand my skill set, learn things I wouldn't have the opportunity to learn in my current position while still contributing something to the whole and do a job that matters more than as a means to a paycheck, even if it was a very nice paycheck. I'm not the same person I was when I showed up on Xavier's doorstep needing help with my powers. I went back to see the guys because I had to talk to them, but I had to be reminded first hand of the job. And I don't really want to do it. Ea, Thom and Mike are family. I'll do anything they ever need me to, but I think I want to do something other than help someone fight their petty war. Killing people just to have them wiped out so they can't stand up against them. I'd rather my enemies be bad guys for a change, rather than just have a different alignment."

Morgan shrugged a little, not dismissively but as if she didn't know what else to say. "Maybe it's the Boy Scout rubbing off on me, but I'd rather pick a path that matters. Life with Mág Ealga was necessary for me at the time, and it was good to me. I needed it. I don't anymore, so I want something more than that. This job seems like it could be just that." And the truth was the guys had known that was her choice when she'd shown up. Every one of them had told her to take the job and they would see her still. They'd take more time off just to accomplish it if they had to. Thom even gave her a rather fatherly lecture about wanting more than this life for her. He'd had a point.

Remy held the gaze almost basilisk-like for a minute, and then nodded. "Good. De only thing dat dis job offers is a chance to stop things before dey can get to de point of a crisis. It's not pretty, it's not easy, and de only reason dat anyone should ever want to do it is because dey understand dat it needs to be done." LeBeau pulled his trenchcoat off the back of his chair and swung it on, heading for the door and drawing Morgan along in his wake. "But it isn't all bad."

Morgan followed along a half-step behind LeBeau. She wasn't sure where he was headed but he hadn't told her to sod off so she assumed she was supposed to play follow the leader. "I'm not really scared of difficult and ugly. I'm not exactly clamoring for carnage, but I can deal. Even though I'm sure I've got nothing on what I'm in for, I know myself and I've handled everything thrown at me so far." She wasn't bragging, which was obvious in her tone. Morgan was assuring him she could do the job and wouldn't fall apart because from the scarce few things she'd found out of what they handled she knew someone else very well may have fallen apart when confronted with it all.

"Good, because to start, you're going to end up taking a lot of the operational load on. Remy have no idea when Pete's going to be back, and I need more people in de field right away. It's immensely boring work, but until we can really start focusing on you tradecraft, you powers make a nice substitution for technique for now." He stepped into the elevator, and once she was in, pressed the lobby. The Snow Valley offices were at the top of the small ten floor building, so it was only a moment before they were out and moving again. "If you've got a safe legal identity, we'll put you on de books as an employee. If not, den you'll be like Wisdom and myself, kept off de records and drawing you wages through a secret account. We'd prefer to have you on though. It's easier to hide what we really do by keeping as much of what we can as open and legal as possible, oddly enough."

Considering LeBeau's mate looked pretty fucked the last time she saw him in that wheelchair Morgan wasn't really counting on him being back any time soon. "I prefer field work, anyway. I get too restless in offices." And then she started to sort of twitch and go for impromptu five mile runs or tap pens on desks or generally drive other people around her nuts. She just had too much energy and paperwork didn't expend that. She wrinkled her nose, but Morgan gave up the mental argument she was having over an identity pretty quickly. After all, she only had one legal one. "Carlysle's safe. She's got no record. I stopped using the name when I was fourteen. When I was nineteen I got my GED. There's no record of me anywhere since. No school records, no job history. It's safe, clean and legal, but it might look shady considering how absent life is from her history. I'm pretty sure I'm on an assumed dead list in Boston, actually."

"We can clear dat up. Having something above de board helps, even if you resume happens to be a bit thin." They were quickly out into the street, and she was following LeBeau as he dodged through the crowds and the snow. "But de fieldwork is only going to be exclusive for a little while. You going to being going back to school, in a sense. Everybody in de office expected to be able to analyse intelligence as it comes in, work up contacts, maintain de network. Dere's an awful lot of paperwork, and every body gets dere own pile eventually."

Morgan was sure that would go over really well. The Boston PD would inform Dorothy Carlysle that her daughter was, in fact, alive, after seven years of nothing and twelve years of almost no sight of her. She made a face at the mention of paperwork. "I'm sure the paperwork and I will have a love-hate relationship. I'll show it who's boss." She'd also be intolerably bouncy and energy-filled in the office. Maybe he'd rethink how big to make her paperwork pile when she annoyed everyone to death. Then again, Jubilee worked for him so it wasn't likely. Morgan liked to hope.

"Good. Dere's a dozen of us trying to run a network dat extends across de entire world. We need every person able to contribute." Remy turned a corner, leading them to the front door of Finnigan's. "De advantage is dat something dat you make de decision should be looked into will be."

Morgan didn't really know the area so she didn't know where Remy was leading her to until they got to the pub's door. He'd been her boss for about twenty minutes and he was already leading her to the local pub. Morgan put a few dozen points in Remy's column for that. "I've a dozen or so contacts I can contribute, but they're all definitely in the realm of non-mutant, non-super weird shit and more who's hiring who to kill who. Useful, obviously, but not particularly special. Oh, and there's a small hitch. I can't start for a week about. Respect for Xavier to get someone to fill my slot even though he's known I'd planned to leave for months now, but I also promised Angelo. Something about him going to Spain?"

Remy shrugged as he stepped inside, and found a booth to slide into. "Angelo works for Nate, not me. Besides, we'll need a week to put together some documentation and figure out where to start you on. Doug will update your contacts into de network, and dose will fall under you responsibility in de beginning. We'll slowly move de ones dat fit into a more general pool over time. Remy thinking dat for now, I'll put you on some of my easier runs and drops for now, and Marie-Ange can fill in dose details for you. Once you a little more comfortable wit' how de system works, and I get a chance to see you in de field and figure out what skills you've got, and what ones you need, we'll start tailoring things a little more." The waitress came over, and Remy ordered a bourbon.

"Angelo teaches self-defense with me," she explained as she slid into the booth across from Remy. "I saddled him with all the kids on no notice when I took off for Africa. I owe him. I don't think Nate's the one sending him to Spain, though. I think it's a vacation thing or something," she shrugged. It didn't matter to her why he was going, just that she'd promised him that he could take off for Spain once she'd returned from the Congo. "I can get Doug the contacts within the next day or two. I don't tend to walk around like this on the job." Morgan held up a hand and wiggled her fingers to indicate that it was her rather noticeable appearance she was referring to and ordered an Anchor Steam from the waistress. "Red eyes, blue skin, it draws attention. I've a girl I can wear whenever I'm out of the office. A guy, too. Or I can pick up and drop mimics daily so no one's seeing the same person twice unless we want them to. I don't know if you've got a preference, which is why I mention it." Aoife, it seems, would finally manage to be useful potentially.

"What you want to wear in or out of de office is your concern. In de field, I expect you to figure out what preparations are best suited to de job at hand." Remy said. He assumed that she didn't need any hand holding on the basics of 'don't get noticed'. Mercenaries who made a big splash tended not to last all that long. Notoriety was not a good thing in their field.

"I'm perfectly capable of that," she told him with a nod. "Though, who knows, you could have had some weird preference. It's better to find out your boss has a weird tick for always sending high-priced call girl types or chubby guys or something beforehand." Maybe working as a prostitute, especially in the way she'd used her mutation with it had permanently affected her thinking. She thought Aoife would be a good choice, though. She was cute, quiet, easy to underestimate. Being underestimated was always to her advantage.

"My preference right now is for tall, leggy, African and elegant, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to imitate dat." Remy said wryly, sipping from the glass that the waitress brought. "Also, dis isn't exactly run de same way dat you might be used to. Wisdom set dis whole thing up, and between him, Betts and myself, we've got the most experience and skills in dis business. So while technically we're in charge of de network, really it's going to be personal initiative and experience dat determines who calls de shots in specific situations. We more of a group of specialists, and tend to operate on de basis of 'who's best suited' in de field."

Morgan nodded. It made plenty of sense to have the person best suited be in charge in any given situation so she wouldn't exactly argue that point. Not every situation was the same either and that made her like the more fluid leadership arrangement more. "I don't have a problem following people when they know what they're doing. I'm sure I can adjust just fine." The woman took a long drink from her pint. She regarded Remy with a curious, studying quality to her expression. "This doesn't mean I need to move in with you lot, does it?"

"It does. Part of our cover is to limit de contact wit' de mansion to a certain extent, and having someone working here but living dere potentially compromises de separation. You can get an apartment or something on you own if you really object to it, but de brownstone is rent controlled, secure, and close to de office." Remy said. He wasn't going to force Morgan to move into the brownstone if she didn't want to, but she was going to have to leave the mansion.

Her nose wrinkled. Morgan didn't really want to move. She liked living with Laurie. She liked having Adrienne right there, though she knew her friend had an office in the city so she'd still be fairly convenient to get to. Proximity to Sam was pretty nice to have, too. But if she had to leave then she had to leave. Morgan shrugged and took another drink. "Brownstone's easier than looking for an apartment in the city, even if it's still recovering from Apocalypse. Or maybe because of it. I'm sure someone would love to take Aoife in and give her somewhere to live but the hoops are a pain in the ass. Besides, in the Brownstone or out of it doesn't really matter since the point was moving, full stop, so."

"'manda will arrange a key for you. Just give her a call when you want to see de place, or are ready to move in." It was easier to keep everyone safer with the brownstone, but it did tend to lengthen the time spent on the job. Still, she didn't seem that fussed by it. "Dere's also some options wit' higher education if you want to go down dat route. It'll have to wait to de fall, but Emma can pull some strings for you regular identity if you want. I think dat's about it for de basics, unless you got any questions."

Morgan almost choked on her beer. "Me? College?" She blinked at him a few dozen times. "Uh, no. Thanks for the offer but, no. I've not been in school in over a decade. It seems like a bad idea to put me back in there. Homework for a class? Not happening." She shook her head and took another long drink. "Aye, but I'll call Amanda about the place soon."

Remy was amused by the reaction, but said nothing, sipping his drink. Morgan was going to be a very interesting additional to the office, that was for sure. "Well, den, consider you orientation done. You'll probably never work for as little money as now, but at least de hours are long and it's dangerous as hell."

She raised her glass in a toast to that. "I think you're supposed to start your working life with low-paying jobs, but I got my stuff all out of order." Morgan grinned but it wasn't one of her own, it was Vanessa's grin. "Besides. I do like danger. It's worth the pay cut."