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xp_logsJubilee goes on an international courier job with Jake along for backup/advice. Things go about as well as you might expect. Backdated to Wednesday afternoon, Japan time.
Jubilee pulled at the sleeve of her white business shirt, pushing the metal ring of the handcuff attached to her wrist slightly downward.
She gripped the handle of the briefcase tightly as she exited the taxi and stepped into the flow of traffic that airports everywhere seemed to generate. JFK airport was one of the busiest in the world, and she could feel her shoulders tightening as people bustled by her, jostling her to get past.
"Like, I'd totally zap a few people just to teach them not to push if it wouldn't be mega unprofessional," Jubilee noted to her traveling companion, one Jake Gavin.
Repeating a meditative mantra that Alison had once taught her, Jubilee shouldered her way through the crowd.
He smirked, amused at the image of Jubilee zapping and shocking her way through the crowd. "Attracts too much attention," he replied, falling into step behind her. He pulled off his sunglasses as they stepped inside, and rolled his shoulders; this profile was a little shorter and stockier than he was, and he hadn't quite gotten used to it yet. It amused him greatly that he was going to be the visible muscle for this trip.
"Don't get too excited," he murmured as they stepped into line, bored eyes wandering over the sea of humanity. "You've done this a hundred times before."
"Of course," Jubilee murmured back, trying not to fidget as they moved forward. Economy, but she was glad for that, considering it meant more people who were tired and grumpy and less people who wanted to ask them questions. "I still like, totally have no idea how you don't go spare doing this. My shoulder blades are trying to escape from my back and go north for the winter."
Jake shook his head. "I'd say act like you've done this before, but you have. Every day. You know how most mornings you wake up and say to yourself, oh hooray, time to drag my ass out of bed for work? That's all this is--a job. It just has more of a commute than most." He grinned, and she found it a little disconcerting to see Jake's smile in the edges of the face he was wearing. "So do what you do every day you go out on a run--start thinking about what you want for lunch, or where you're going to go tonight when you get off work. Because really, the glamorous life of an international courier? Is boooo-ring. Until people try to shoot you. But that hardly ever happens."
Jubilee thought through what he was saying as the inched forward in the line. One of the most infuriating things about international travel for her was all the lining up you had to do. First, it was the line to get your ticket, then it was the line to go through customs. Then it was the line for the toilet when you were on the plane. You'd think she was British; the amount of queuing she participated in.
"Know any good Sake bars in Kyoto?" she asked after awhile, hand shifting on the briefcase to get a more comfortable grip.
A smirk. "Remember who you're talking to." His hand went to his inside pocket automatically as they stepped up to security. Passport and boarding pass in his inner jacket pocket, always. Wallet in his briefcase, for now; there was nothing in there that he needed, and too much in there that could make things confusing. "I have a couple ideas for where we could go." He handed over the documents, relaxing into the familiar routine of travel. It had been far too long since he'd left the country.
"Awesome," Jubilee noted, handing over her own password with only a brief moment of unease. It was her real face, obviously, but a different name entirely. She looked older in her photo, shop worn in a way the passport she'd held to travel to Hong Kong hadn't. Not that passport photos were ever much to write home about when you really looked. She was glad she just didn't look like she had a mustache, or some kind of weird eye problem.
She really hoped that this whole thing would go off without a hitch.
***
"Do you think you can jinx something just by thinking about it?" Jubilee asked, using the wooden crates to keep out of site of the people currently hunting them. "Because dude, I'm never hoping anything goes off without a hitch again. Did you get hit at all?"
"To be fair, I'm the one who said this job was boring. I'd say we're equally responsible for this one." Jake was busy scanning the area behind them for an escape route, trusting Jubilee to keep an eye on their pursuers. "And no, just shrapnel. Ruined the suit, but it's not the first time." He could swear that there was an opening...There. He grabbed Jubilee's hand. "This way."
"At least we managed to deliver the package," Jubilee noted, gripping Jake's hand tightly as they ran. "Think they know we haven't got the information anymore?"
She swerved to the side, dragging Jake into the wall of a building as bullets zipped past and then moved onwards. If they could get into an area populated by more then just locals, they might be able to lose themselves in the crowd. Not that she couldn't have done a quick change and had Jake morph himself into something less conspicuous but they had to lose their tail first. Also, being shot at made it hard to change clothing, there were all those random bullet holes that ended up marring the look.
Jake swore under his breath, pushing Jubilee away from him as chunks of concrete rained down from the wall next to him as it was riddled with bullets. "I'm going to take that as a no," he muttered.
He flipped through his mental map of the area quickly; there was a market not too far away from them. It wouldn't afford as much cover as he would have preferred, and might simply lead to a shootout in a much too public place, but there weren't a lot of other options available to them at this point. "C'mon," he said, tugging at Jubilee's hand again. "I have an idea."
"Okay dude, but like, it doesn't have Wile. E. Coyote involved anywhere as inspiration, yeah?" Jubilee asked, following the tug as Jake led her along a side street. "Cause that sort of thing didn't work out so well last time I tried it."
"You mean I brought this Acme Rocket all this way for nothing?" he snarked, ducking instinctively as another shot rang out overhead. "I was thinking more, I'll go left, you go right."
"You'll just have to get your rocket off some other way, dude. Sounds like a plan though," Jubilee noted, seeing the open space appearing up ahead. "Meet back up at that bar you told me about?"
Jake grinned at her briefly. "Told you that you'd be good at this." He gave her hand a squeeze, and she noticed his features had already started to shift. "Don't get killed. I'd hate to have to go to the trouble of finding a new trophy wife."
"Back atcha, dude," Jubilee noted, letting her hand drop from Jake's and then launching herself into the crowd, already looking for a way up and over the roofs of the buildings. If she was going to get away from these people, it would be by going somewhere they couldn't easily follow her.
***
"That bar stool was totally not there when I looked before," Jubilee noted from her position slumped over Jake's lap. How she'd ended up there had been a feat of acrobatics when she'd almost tripped over one of the bar stools and only saved herself by launching headfirst toward her companion.
"Just appeared out of nowhere," Jake agreed, grinning down at her, although it did nothing to hide the exhausted look in his eyes. He nodded at the pint across the table. "Got you a present."
"Ooooh, you are totally, like, seriously my hero," Jubilee noted, as she pulled herself from his lap and took up her seat beside him. It took almost constant imbibing of alcohol to allow her to stay even mildly tipsy, but sake seemed to hit her quite strongly. "Not to be a downer or anything, but you look mega exhausted. Gettin' chased by goons doesn't seem like it'd be that much of a new thing, yeah?"
"Had to shift a few times," he replied over the rim of his own glass. "Those were some persistent bastards. And I'll have you know I don't usually get chased by the bad guys. Just because I'm good at running away doesn't mean I do it on every job."
He smiled at her to let her know he was only teasing, although it was true; the vast majorities of the deliveries he'd made had been quick and quiet. Another thing to miss about Infonet--they had enough clout to ensure that any violence against their couriers would be answered in kind. He'd been trying not to get nostalgic when Jubilee had fallen into his lap. He raised his glass to her.
"Regardless, here's to getting the job done."
Jubilee raised her own glass to clink lightly against his and then took a sip of the bitter tasting liquid. Beer was not her favourite beverage but it would do in a pinch. "Cheers."
Jubilee pulled at the sleeve of her white business shirt, pushing the metal ring of the handcuff attached to her wrist slightly downward.
She gripped the handle of the briefcase tightly as she exited the taxi and stepped into the flow of traffic that airports everywhere seemed to generate. JFK airport was one of the busiest in the world, and she could feel her shoulders tightening as people bustled by her, jostling her to get past.
"Like, I'd totally zap a few people just to teach them not to push if it wouldn't be mega unprofessional," Jubilee noted to her traveling companion, one Jake Gavin.
Repeating a meditative mantra that Alison had once taught her, Jubilee shouldered her way through the crowd.
He smirked, amused at the image of Jubilee zapping and shocking her way through the crowd. "Attracts too much attention," he replied, falling into step behind her. He pulled off his sunglasses as they stepped inside, and rolled his shoulders; this profile was a little shorter and stockier than he was, and he hadn't quite gotten used to it yet. It amused him greatly that he was going to be the visible muscle for this trip.
"Don't get too excited," he murmured as they stepped into line, bored eyes wandering over the sea of humanity. "You've done this a hundred times before."
"Of course," Jubilee murmured back, trying not to fidget as they moved forward. Economy, but she was glad for that, considering it meant more people who were tired and grumpy and less people who wanted to ask them questions. "I still like, totally have no idea how you don't go spare doing this. My shoulder blades are trying to escape from my back and go north for the winter."
Jake shook his head. "I'd say act like you've done this before, but you have. Every day. You know how most mornings you wake up and say to yourself, oh hooray, time to drag my ass out of bed for work? That's all this is--a job. It just has more of a commute than most." He grinned, and she found it a little disconcerting to see Jake's smile in the edges of the face he was wearing. "So do what you do every day you go out on a run--start thinking about what you want for lunch, or where you're going to go tonight when you get off work. Because really, the glamorous life of an international courier? Is boooo-ring. Until people try to shoot you. But that hardly ever happens."
Jubilee thought through what he was saying as the inched forward in the line. One of the most infuriating things about international travel for her was all the lining up you had to do. First, it was the line to get your ticket, then it was the line to go through customs. Then it was the line for the toilet when you were on the plane. You'd think she was British; the amount of queuing she participated in.
"Know any good Sake bars in Kyoto?" she asked after awhile, hand shifting on the briefcase to get a more comfortable grip.
A smirk. "Remember who you're talking to." His hand went to his inside pocket automatically as they stepped up to security. Passport and boarding pass in his inner jacket pocket, always. Wallet in his briefcase, for now; there was nothing in there that he needed, and too much in there that could make things confusing. "I have a couple ideas for where we could go." He handed over the documents, relaxing into the familiar routine of travel. It had been far too long since he'd left the country.
"Awesome," Jubilee noted, handing over her own password with only a brief moment of unease. It was her real face, obviously, but a different name entirely. She looked older in her photo, shop worn in a way the passport she'd held to travel to Hong Kong hadn't. Not that passport photos were ever much to write home about when you really looked. She was glad she just didn't look like she had a mustache, or some kind of weird eye problem.
She really hoped that this whole thing would go off without a hitch.
***
"Do you think you can jinx something just by thinking about it?" Jubilee asked, using the wooden crates to keep out of site of the people currently hunting them. "Because dude, I'm never hoping anything goes off without a hitch again. Did you get hit at all?"
"To be fair, I'm the one who said this job was boring. I'd say we're equally responsible for this one." Jake was busy scanning the area behind them for an escape route, trusting Jubilee to keep an eye on their pursuers. "And no, just shrapnel. Ruined the suit, but it's not the first time." He could swear that there was an opening...There. He grabbed Jubilee's hand. "This way."
"At least we managed to deliver the package," Jubilee noted, gripping Jake's hand tightly as they ran. "Think they know we haven't got the information anymore?"
She swerved to the side, dragging Jake into the wall of a building as bullets zipped past and then moved onwards. If they could get into an area populated by more then just locals, they might be able to lose themselves in the crowd. Not that she couldn't have done a quick change and had Jake morph himself into something less conspicuous but they had to lose their tail first. Also, being shot at made it hard to change clothing, there were all those random bullet holes that ended up marring the look.
Jake swore under his breath, pushing Jubilee away from him as chunks of concrete rained down from the wall next to him as it was riddled with bullets. "I'm going to take that as a no," he muttered.
He flipped through his mental map of the area quickly; there was a market not too far away from them. It wouldn't afford as much cover as he would have preferred, and might simply lead to a shootout in a much too public place, but there weren't a lot of other options available to them at this point. "C'mon," he said, tugging at Jubilee's hand again. "I have an idea."
"Okay dude, but like, it doesn't have Wile. E. Coyote involved anywhere as inspiration, yeah?" Jubilee asked, following the tug as Jake led her along a side street. "Cause that sort of thing didn't work out so well last time I tried it."
"You mean I brought this Acme Rocket all this way for nothing?" he snarked, ducking instinctively as another shot rang out overhead. "I was thinking more, I'll go left, you go right."
"You'll just have to get your rocket off some other way, dude. Sounds like a plan though," Jubilee noted, seeing the open space appearing up ahead. "Meet back up at that bar you told me about?"
Jake grinned at her briefly. "Told you that you'd be good at this." He gave her hand a squeeze, and she noticed his features had already started to shift. "Don't get killed. I'd hate to have to go to the trouble of finding a new trophy wife."
"Back atcha, dude," Jubilee noted, letting her hand drop from Jake's and then launching herself into the crowd, already looking for a way up and over the roofs of the buildings. If she was going to get away from these people, it would be by going somewhere they couldn't easily follow her.
***
"That bar stool was totally not there when I looked before," Jubilee noted from her position slumped over Jake's lap. How she'd ended up there had been a feat of acrobatics when she'd almost tripped over one of the bar stools and only saved herself by launching headfirst toward her companion.
"Just appeared out of nowhere," Jake agreed, grinning down at her, although it did nothing to hide the exhausted look in his eyes. He nodded at the pint across the table. "Got you a present."
"Ooooh, you are totally, like, seriously my hero," Jubilee noted, as she pulled herself from his lap and took up her seat beside him. It took almost constant imbibing of alcohol to allow her to stay even mildly tipsy, but sake seemed to hit her quite strongly. "Not to be a downer or anything, but you look mega exhausted. Gettin' chased by goons doesn't seem like it'd be that much of a new thing, yeah?"
"Had to shift a few times," he replied over the rim of his own glass. "Those were some persistent bastards. And I'll have you know I don't usually get chased by the bad guys. Just because I'm good at running away doesn't mean I do it on every job."
He smiled at her to let her know he was only teasing, although it was true; the vast majorities of the deliveries he'd made had been quick and quiet. Another thing to miss about Infonet--they had enough clout to ensure that any violence against their couriers would be answered in kind. He'd been trying not to get nostalgic when Jubilee had fallen into his lap. He raised his glass to her.
"Regardless, here's to getting the job done."
Jubilee raised her own glass to clink lightly against his and then took a sip of the bitter tasting liquid. Beer was not her favourite beverage but it would do in a pinch. "Cheers."
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