xp_logs | Man of Stone: Bishop and Sofia (Backdated) (Reply)

With Zakharov tracked to Symkaria, Bishop and Sofia watch his movements to assess the situation.

"I'm saying two things, salad has lettuce and they're still not stake out food. It doesn't matter what you make it with. If we have to dash out of here that's going to get all over the place." Bishop was leaned back in the front seat at just the right angle to be able to see in all the mirrors despite Sofia's presence. "If this was my car I'd toss it out the window."

Using her chopsticks, Sofia put another cluster of tofu and sprouts into her mouth, chewing pointedly before replying. "Not all of us can live on fat and carbs. Besides, that is what the snap on lid is for. If we require an especially speeded dash, I promise I will toss it out the door as I exit, Lucas. Bishop. Speaking of, what is the point of a codename if you're going to use your last name?"

"Don't call me Lucas." Bishop hadn't gone by his first name in years and it was only his sister that called him that now. He let the silence hang for just a moment before finishing his response. "And it's not a code name, it's just my name. I don't care who knows who I am. If they're going to try to track me down then it just saves me the trouble of having to guess if they need shot."

"And I generally reserve last names for people I actively dislike, and yet managed to correct myself," she snapped back, staring at him defiantly. "I was under the assumption that code names were not only to protect yourself but the people around you. The idea is new to me."

Sofia stabbed at a cherry tomato, which, thankfully did not try to escape in the other direction. "We have been in this car too long."

Bishop laughed softly and gave Sofia an overly teasing smile. "Did you just admit to liking me? Do you get butterflies in your stomach? The pistol helps, right?" He pushed back on his jacket to pose as best he could in his seat, pistol displayed on his hip. The response was exactly the kind someone would expect to see in a military barracks or a squad room, something just aggravating enough to show some level of trust, respect, and friendship.

"I believe you are insinuating that I experience sexual attraction to your gun that is supposed to be humorous," Sofia replied, the only betrayal a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth and sparkling eyes. "However, as I do miss owning a weapon, I can see how this could be considered plausible. Perhaps you represent a more youthful time in my life that I seek to reconnect with. I am not sure if I could get over, as they saying, referring to someone as a religious figure or chess piece in bed, though. I also do not enjoy referring to partners as my mother or father, for example."

Without breaking the pace of the conversation, Bishop picked his phone up off the dash and took several pictures of a gentleman under heavy escort heading into the large compound they were watching; something meant to deter anything short of a full army. He already had a list prepared of people from X-Force that needed that confirmation and it was sent within seconds. "Why is it that you already have me in bed in your mind? You haven't even bought me dinner." He slipped his phone back into his pocket and started up the car.

Sofia's eyes tracked their target, noting the small nuances - the maker of his suit, the colour and cut of his hair, the rings on his hands - and filing them for later. "You must know we are both highly attractive. It's only logical. I also like to think ahead." Frowning, she looked down at a notepad with a series of hash marks on it, adding several more. "Damn. I really wanted to blow something up today."

The car pulled off slowly to give Sofia the time she needed to note the details she wanted. "It's logical that attractive people sleep together? I think looking at it like that misses the point... but if you manage to pull it off, calling me Lucas in bed could be acceptable."