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xp_logsAdrienne drags Garrison to a Hellfire function and they're surprised to find the two X-Forcers they least expected attending also.
The Four Seasons Hotel was well known for lavish parties, even after it had been bought by the man who made his fortune designing and marketing Beanie Babies to idiots in the 90s. It was important at functions like this to create odd lines of demarcation where various power brokers could interact without stepping on to each others territory. Which made the Hellfire Club's more official New Year's Bash required to take place outside of the club proper. Politicians, business men, and operatives of all stripes where party of the thousands long invite list, where the champagne was freely flowing and a thousand deals were being brokered. Which made it important for the members of X-Force to have a few people here without what LeBeau darkly referred to as 'divided loyalty'.
Sending Amanda and Wanda might not have been his best decision. But it was hard to consider it worse than Adrienne's decision, to invite her boyfriend, who liked to refer to himself as a federal employee and wait until someone offered him a bump of cocaine before clarifying that his federal employment was with the FBI.
"So, the corrupt assholes are over there. The crooked whores are in the corner. And, if I'm not mistaken, there's a guy who is a vice president at a major weapons manufacturer who likes to brag about how many genocides he's been involved in. Is there anyone here that I shouldn't punch out based on principle alone?" Kane sipped his free, and admittedly, excellent champagne and enjoyed Adrienne's low cut gown. "Besides you, of course."
"Uh, there are two, actually," Adrienne murmured, making a face at him as she sipped her own champagne, "those two over there." She tried not to show her surprise at seeing Wanda and Amanda circulating throughout the crowd. Placing a hand on the crook of Garrison's arm, Adrienne steered him towards the two women. "Apparently the invites from the New York chapter of the Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgendered Alliance aren't able to make it tonight," she said with a smile, "are you two their replacements?"
The smile that Wanda flashed Adrienne was amused as she leaned over to exchange air kisses with the other woman. "My dear, the GLBTA would only be so blessed as to have me on their roster," she commented with a laugh as she leaned over to kiss Garrison's cheek before stepping back so she could smooth down the red dress she'd bought for the occasion. "Duty, as always, called but at least this time when it came calling it came with fantastic wine, free food and potential killers and evil doers around every corner. Though they do dress incredibly well."
"Wotcher, Adri," Amanda said, raising her champagne glass to the younger Frost. Like Wanda, she was wearing a rather expensive-looking dress. Unlike Wanda, the younger woman was less comfortable in the black velvet arrangement, almost visibly resisting the urge to tug the rather short skirt down. "Hey, Gar. On duty or off tonight?"
"If I was supposed to arrest people for wrong doing right now, I wouldn't get past the bar. I do admit to a huge urge to improperly use a Taser on a quite a few people. However, my girlfriend here has made told me that those kinds of actions with incur vengeance in private, so I have to control myself." He said with an easy smile. "So, swimming in a sea of scumbags, we find each other. Have you guys noticed how much cleavage is in this room?"
"Why do you think I wanted to join so badly?" Adrienne countered, eyes drifting around the room, trying to search out the redhead she had encountered at Hallowe'en- the one under Jason Wyngarde's employ.
Wanda easily snagged a flute of champagne as one of the Hellfire Club's waitresses passed by. "Have you seen the selection at where you live?" She chuckled before she sipped at her drink. "I think Amanda and I lean more towards Garrison's point of view on this place - which is why, I would like to think, that Remy sent us here instead of, well, others that we work with."
"Since, yeah, objectivity? Not so much." Amanda snorted a little. "Remy so owes me for this assignment - the last Hellfire party I went to, I got the utter shite beaten out of me and my boyfriend got his mind wiped." Draining the glass, she glanced across the room. "So, this is the upper echelons, yeah? Arseholes and bastards all."
"Amanda," Wanda drawled but there was a sharp tone under there somewhere. "Please do not make me have to remind you that we are working. A job is a job, after all, no matter the wrapping or the glitter."
"Well, this is fun. So, before the lady in the very lowcut dress beside me elbows me in the throat, what is the plan tonight? Is there some kind of assault going down?"
Adrienne hugged Amanda against her side. "See? I have Kane to beat up tonight; no one's going to beat the shite out of you this time, Zeus," she assured the younger woman, "at least, not in this room. I checked it out with my powers- you didn't even turn up on my radar." Due to the fickle nature of precognition Adrienne wasn't surprised that things were already turning out different than what she'd seen in her reading, but her reassurance that Amanda would be safe stuck. And since she hadn't known the Trenchcoats were coming, she echoed Garrison's question. "Yes, can you tell us why you're here tonight or is it super secret spy stuff?"
Amanda cast a glance at Wanda, as if asking permission before replying. "Nothing particular. There's always a lot of business going on at these sorts of things, so we're just keeping an ear to the ground," she replied, somewhat vaguely.
"Sounds like me," Adrienne replied cheerfully, though she kept her tone low. "Ear to the ground, showing off the FBI officer on my arm, drinking amazing champagne, admiring the clothing. That is a fantastic dress, by the way," she complimented Wanda, toasting the other brunette with her glass.
Wanda tipped her glass back to Adrienne in a return salute. "Why thank you! Remy gave me all of a day's warning, so I am very pleased with this piece." It was actually an incredibly expensive dress but Wanda had been planning on buying something for New Years anyway. It hadn't been that much of a hardship. She turned her gaze towards Garrison. "And you two are just ... sightseeing tonight?"
"Wow. Slightly embarrassing. Can I not point out what sites I'm seeing?" Kane said, using the champagne as a shield in front of him. "I think that this is a kind of nerd thing; wretched hive of scum and villainy? Crazy stuff. I like the caviar. I had a bunch on one of those garlic toast things, which was nice."
"Wait, the fish jelly stuff?" Amanda wrinkled her nose. "Ew. I like the free booze part, tho'. And some girl in the bathroom totally offered to do something to me that's illegal in several states, I'm pretty sure."
Adrienne clapped her hands over Garrison's ears. "Shh!" she hissed at Amanda, "don't tell him that! He'll go all Boy Scout and arrest people and then I'll have to find another man to put on my arm because he'll take the drug dealers down to the office!"
"Adrienne, I pointed out when you invited me to a party of criminals that I'm not allowed to arrest that there would be sarcastic statements. I said it would be hard." Kane snaked an arm around her and squeezed. "She's a little drunk. Or she should be. More than that. Hammered. I like the sound of that."
Eyeing the drinks they all had in their hands, Wanda snorted as gently as she could. "Garrison, please keep in mind that Adrienne and I have gotten drunk together on a number of occasions. Hammered will either take forever on this stuff or we will need to skip ahead several hours to the harder stuff. At which point, I cannot guarantee anyone's safety due to thrown shoes or handbags."
"She means I'll be ripping shoes off various women and throwing them to her to hide in her handbag so we can ferry them to safety and divvy them up amongst ourselves," Adrienne clarified.
Giving Garrison the fish-eye, she downed the rest of her drink. "You didn't make the sarcastic comment. Wait, no one made a sarcastic comment. I'm confused." She spotted Wyngarde and found herself melding against Garrison's side. "Besides, I never said you weren't allowed to arrest them. I just said if you did, you had to tell people you didn't come here with me." The mysterious redheaded woman from the Hallowe'en party entered a few steps behind Wyngarde and Adrienne turned to Amanda and Wanda. "I don't suppose either of you know that woman? Or that man, for that matter?" Might as well see if the Trenchcoats had anything on Wyngarde.
Amanda glanced casually across the room, before turning back to Adrienne and shaking her head. "Doesn't ring any bells." Adrienne's change in body language didn't escape her notice, however and she turned to Wanda. "You got anything, Boss Lady?"
"Not on my personal radar," Wanda immediately responded, almost on the heels of Amanda's question. She immediately focused on her friend and tilted her head slightly. "Do you want me to put her on my radar, my dear? We can do some digging for you if you want."
"Sure," Adrienne nodded emphatically. "Thanks, Boss Lady. I appreciate it. Anything on your radar about that couple, Slick?" She turned to Garrison after snagging another champagne flute.
"Nothing really, except they seem to be coming over." Garrison paused, took a glass from a passing tray, and put on a fake smile as they reached them.
"Adrienne. Lovely to see you. These must be your friends."Jason Wyngarde smiled winningly. "Jason Wyngarde. Adrienne and I have some business dealings." He extended his hand, only to be taken firmly by Kane.
"I heard a bit about it. Looking forward to spending some time with you." His smile was feral, and Wyngarde caught the threat behind the statement, and the smooth pressure on his hand. "I appreciate a man that understands what is best not to cause problems with."
"Indeed. And you must be Wanda Maximoff. I've read your work, madam." He brushed his lips across the back of her hand.
That got a subtle eyebrow raise more because it was a reaction that was expected than she was surprised. She would have been more surprised if Wyngarde hadn't read up on Adrienne's friends. "Really? It is not many at these sort of soirees that read up on the migration habits of the various African tribes." She glanced over his shoulder for a moment. "And is your companion as well read as yourself?"
"She's a specialist. Different disciplines, you know." Wyngarde smiled winningly. "And your friends. I believe one of them is a police officer, and the other works as an administrative assistant? High company for the White Court indeed."
"I'm not associated with the White Court, Jason. You know that," Adrienne simpered, trying to smile. She balled her hands into fists, trying to keep them from shaking. "We're all just here to have a good time."
"But I am absolutely an administrative assistant," Amanda chimed in, not missing the movement of Adrienne's hands - she tended to keep a close eye on the various physical cues of those close to her but less inclined to talk about it. She gave Wyngarde a bright, vacant smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wyngarde. Amanda Sefton. Wanda and I work for the Snow Valley Memorial Centre for Mutant Affairs."
"And I work for the FBI. So, you know, dicks out time." Garrison stepped in front, his broad chest taking over the view. "I don't know politics, being Canadian and all, but I learned early that you can tell a man by his handshake. I'm pretty sure you practised yours. Made it strong, sure, confident; spent time perfecting it." Kane took his hand and squeezed smoothly. He pulled the man close enough to whisper in his ear.
"Mess with her, and you're going to be looking for your fingers in your fucking kidneys."
"Thug. Is that all you have?"
"Try me."
"I might."
"If you want your jaw spinning around your face, go for it. Hurt her, and I'll kill you." Kane pulled back, preserving the mask of social politeness. "Good man, this one. I like your mute friend. There's some where else you need to be, eh?"
"Of course. Adrienne, pleasure to see you."
Completely stunned, Adrienne downed her full glass of champagne and tried to keep her jaw from dropping. She hadn't caught the whole conversation, but the bits she'd gathered from reading lips and the body language and the fact that Garrison had chased Wyngarde off had her guessing the gist of it. "This party suddenly got really fun," she murmured, brightening when she could finally speak. "I'm sorry Wyngarde did some ferretting of information about you guys," she said to the other women. "I didn't mean to involve you with him in any way."
Wanda's hand settled gently on Adrienne's shoulder and she squeezed it as she replied, "Do not even attempt to shoulder the blame for that one. Wyngarde has obviously done his research on us for some reason or another." She dropped her hand, sighing. "It is simply prudent for us to now return the favor as soon as possible. He certainly did not drop any information regarding his companion so we'll need to make that one of the top things to find out. I dislike people making my friends uncomfortable and I doubly dislike those same people knowing more than I do." Wanda shot Amanda a pointed look as she finished both her sentence and then her drink.
Amanda's nod was businesslike. "That we do." She turned her attention to Adrienne. "Inner Circle? Tho' there'd be no guessing which Court the wanker would be part of."
"Wyngarde's an import from the London courts," Adrienne explained, steadier now. "He's Shaw's right hand man here. I met him last year- he made it very apparent that he's in Shaw's confidence and has the capacity to distribute any power Shaw wants to hand out. The redhead's a bit of a mystery to us, so yes, if there's anything you could learn, it would be appreciated. By Doug especially," she added, making a face.
"I don't know if putting Doug in the way of redheads is a good idea. I can make a few noises, see if she's a local. If she's foreign like Wyngarde, there might be a little more information on the immigration side." Garrison nodded. "Plus, he's not going to pull any tricks with you with me around. I saw it in his eyes. He's smooth and he's ruthless, but he's not dumb. Dead eyes on that one."
Amanda's eyes narrowed. "Sounds like he's tried his luck already," she remarked. "And I'm not liking Doug having some kind of connection with her." She sounded almost bitter. "But yeah, we can do some digging. I'll have the basic searches on your desk in the morning, Boss Lady," she added to Wanda.
"Brilliant, I will certainly keep my eyes peeled for that information. And I have another task for you, my dear. Can you please talk to Doug to see what his information is on this woman?" It was a potential landmine, the Snow Valley and the Hellfire Club intertwined. Wanda, simply, did not care for it despite how much she might have liked those who were affiliated with the Hellfire Club. But their jobs involved getting information and if their own people had it, well, then it might hopefully be easier in the long run.
"Give Doug a hard time about the Hellfire Club? Why, Boss Lady, you must like me or something." An almost feral gleam entered the witch's eyes. "Consider it done."
"That's likely a good line to build off of. If you guys are very undercover we should continue our mingling and trying not to kill random scumbags at this party. Adrienne?"
Amanda pouted. "No death? You ruin all my fun, Gar."
"That's right, ladies." Adrienne made shooing motions with her hand. "Go back to your cover of being members of the GLBTA," she smirked, thoroughly enjoying that mental image. She put her arm around Garrison and allowed herself to be led away. "I have to go back to keeping Slick here from arresting everyone he meets here. Unless they're my business rivals."
"I'm going to charge them with vandalism. Their presence is graffiti of the soul. That's like Sartie, eh?"
The Four Seasons Hotel was well known for lavish parties, even after it had been bought by the man who made his fortune designing and marketing Beanie Babies to idiots in the 90s. It was important at functions like this to create odd lines of demarcation where various power brokers could interact without stepping on to each others territory. Which made the Hellfire Club's more official New Year's Bash required to take place outside of the club proper. Politicians, business men, and operatives of all stripes where party of the thousands long invite list, where the champagne was freely flowing and a thousand deals were being brokered. Which made it important for the members of X-Force to have a few people here without what LeBeau darkly referred to as 'divided loyalty'.
Sending Amanda and Wanda might not have been his best decision. But it was hard to consider it worse than Adrienne's decision, to invite her boyfriend, who liked to refer to himself as a federal employee and wait until someone offered him a bump of cocaine before clarifying that his federal employment was with the FBI.
"So, the corrupt assholes are over there. The crooked whores are in the corner. And, if I'm not mistaken, there's a guy who is a vice president at a major weapons manufacturer who likes to brag about how many genocides he's been involved in. Is there anyone here that I shouldn't punch out based on principle alone?" Kane sipped his free, and admittedly, excellent champagne and enjoyed Adrienne's low cut gown. "Besides you, of course."
"Uh, there are two, actually," Adrienne murmured, making a face at him as she sipped her own champagne, "those two over there." She tried not to show her surprise at seeing Wanda and Amanda circulating throughout the crowd. Placing a hand on the crook of Garrison's arm, Adrienne steered him towards the two women. "Apparently the invites from the New York chapter of the Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgendered Alliance aren't able to make it tonight," she said with a smile, "are you two their replacements?"
The smile that Wanda flashed Adrienne was amused as she leaned over to exchange air kisses with the other woman. "My dear, the GLBTA would only be so blessed as to have me on their roster," she commented with a laugh as she leaned over to kiss Garrison's cheek before stepping back so she could smooth down the red dress she'd bought for the occasion. "Duty, as always, called but at least this time when it came calling it came with fantastic wine, free food and potential killers and evil doers around every corner. Though they do dress incredibly well."
"Wotcher, Adri," Amanda said, raising her champagne glass to the younger Frost. Like Wanda, she was wearing a rather expensive-looking dress. Unlike Wanda, the younger woman was less comfortable in the black velvet arrangement, almost visibly resisting the urge to tug the rather short skirt down. "Hey, Gar. On duty or off tonight?"
"If I was supposed to arrest people for wrong doing right now, I wouldn't get past the bar. I do admit to a huge urge to improperly use a Taser on a quite a few people. However, my girlfriend here has made told me that those kinds of actions with incur vengeance in private, so I have to control myself." He said with an easy smile. "So, swimming in a sea of scumbags, we find each other. Have you guys noticed how much cleavage is in this room?"
"Why do you think I wanted to join so badly?" Adrienne countered, eyes drifting around the room, trying to search out the redhead she had encountered at Hallowe'en- the one under Jason Wyngarde's employ.
Wanda easily snagged a flute of champagne as one of the Hellfire Club's waitresses passed by. "Have you seen the selection at where you live?" She chuckled before she sipped at her drink. "I think Amanda and I lean more towards Garrison's point of view on this place - which is why, I would like to think, that Remy sent us here instead of, well, others that we work with."
"Since, yeah, objectivity? Not so much." Amanda snorted a little. "Remy so owes me for this assignment - the last Hellfire party I went to, I got the utter shite beaten out of me and my boyfriend got his mind wiped." Draining the glass, she glanced across the room. "So, this is the upper echelons, yeah? Arseholes and bastards all."
"Amanda," Wanda drawled but there was a sharp tone under there somewhere. "Please do not make me have to remind you that we are working. A job is a job, after all, no matter the wrapping or the glitter."
"Well, this is fun. So, before the lady in the very lowcut dress beside me elbows me in the throat, what is the plan tonight? Is there some kind of assault going down?"
Adrienne hugged Amanda against her side. "See? I have Kane to beat up tonight; no one's going to beat the shite out of you this time, Zeus," she assured the younger woman, "at least, not in this room. I checked it out with my powers- you didn't even turn up on my radar." Due to the fickle nature of precognition Adrienne wasn't surprised that things were already turning out different than what she'd seen in her reading, but her reassurance that Amanda would be safe stuck. And since she hadn't known the Trenchcoats were coming, she echoed Garrison's question. "Yes, can you tell us why you're here tonight or is it super secret spy stuff?"
Amanda cast a glance at Wanda, as if asking permission before replying. "Nothing particular. There's always a lot of business going on at these sorts of things, so we're just keeping an ear to the ground," she replied, somewhat vaguely.
"Sounds like me," Adrienne replied cheerfully, though she kept her tone low. "Ear to the ground, showing off the FBI officer on my arm, drinking amazing champagne, admiring the clothing. That is a fantastic dress, by the way," she complimented Wanda, toasting the other brunette with her glass.
Wanda tipped her glass back to Adrienne in a return salute. "Why thank you! Remy gave me all of a day's warning, so I am very pleased with this piece." It was actually an incredibly expensive dress but Wanda had been planning on buying something for New Years anyway. It hadn't been that much of a hardship. She turned her gaze towards Garrison. "And you two are just ... sightseeing tonight?"
"Wow. Slightly embarrassing. Can I not point out what sites I'm seeing?" Kane said, using the champagne as a shield in front of him. "I think that this is a kind of nerd thing; wretched hive of scum and villainy? Crazy stuff. I like the caviar. I had a bunch on one of those garlic toast things, which was nice."
"Wait, the fish jelly stuff?" Amanda wrinkled her nose. "Ew. I like the free booze part, tho'. And some girl in the bathroom totally offered to do something to me that's illegal in several states, I'm pretty sure."
Adrienne clapped her hands over Garrison's ears. "Shh!" she hissed at Amanda, "don't tell him that! He'll go all Boy Scout and arrest people and then I'll have to find another man to put on my arm because he'll take the drug dealers down to the office!"
"Adrienne, I pointed out when you invited me to a party of criminals that I'm not allowed to arrest that there would be sarcastic statements. I said it would be hard." Kane snaked an arm around her and squeezed. "She's a little drunk. Or she should be. More than that. Hammered. I like the sound of that."
Eyeing the drinks they all had in their hands, Wanda snorted as gently as she could. "Garrison, please keep in mind that Adrienne and I have gotten drunk together on a number of occasions. Hammered will either take forever on this stuff or we will need to skip ahead several hours to the harder stuff. At which point, I cannot guarantee anyone's safety due to thrown shoes or handbags."
"She means I'll be ripping shoes off various women and throwing them to her to hide in her handbag so we can ferry them to safety and divvy them up amongst ourselves," Adrienne clarified.
Giving Garrison the fish-eye, she downed the rest of her drink. "You didn't make the sarcastic comment. Wait, no one made a sarcastic comment. I'm confused." She spotted Wyngarde and found herself melding against Garrison's side. "Besides, I never said you weren't allowed to arrest them. I just said if you did, you had to tell people you didn't come here with me." The mysterious redheaded woman from the Hallowe'en party entered a few steps behind Wyngarde and Adrienne turned to Amanda and Wanda. "I don't suppose either of you know that woman? Or that man, for that matter?" Might as well see if the Trenchcoats had anything on Wyngarde.
Amanda glanced casually across the room, before turning back to Adrienne and shaking her head. "Doesn't ring any bells." Adrienne's change in body language didn't escape her notice, however and she turned to Wanda. "You got anything, Boss Lady?"
"Not on my personal radar," Wanda immediately responded, almost on the heels of Amanda's question. She immediately focused on her friend and tilted her head slightly. "Do you want me to put her on my radar, my dear? We can do some digging for you if you want."
"Sure," Adrienne nodded emphatically. "Thanks, Boss Lady. I appreciate it. Anything on your radar about that couple, Slick?" She turned to Garrison after snagging another champagne flute.
"Nothing really, except they seem to be coming over." Garrison paused, took a glass from a passing tray, and put on a fake smile as they reached them.
"Adrienne. Lovely to see you. These must be your friends."Jason Wyngarde smiled winningly. "Jason Wyngarde. Adrienne and I have some business dealings." He extended his hand, only to be taken firmly by Kane.
"I heard a bit about it. Looking forward to spending some time with you." His smile was feral, and Wyngarde caught the threat behind the statement, and the smooth pressure on his hand. "I appreciate a man that understands what is best not to cause problems with."
"Indeed. And you must be Wanda Maximoff. I've read your work, madam." He brushed his lips across the back of her hand.
That got a subtle eyebrow raise more because it was a reaction that was expected than she was surprised. She would have been more surprised if Wyngarde hadn't read up on Adrienne's friends. "Really? It is not many at these sort of soirees that read up on the migration habits of the various African tribes." She glanced over his shoulder for a moment. "And is your companion as well read as yourself?"
"She's a specialist. Different disciplines, you know." Wyngarde smiled winningly. "And your friends. I believe one of them is a police officer, and the other works as an administrative assistant? High company for the White Court indeed."
"I'm not associated with the White Court, Jason. You know that," Adrienne simpered, trying to smile. She balled her hands into fists, trying to keep them from shaking. "We're all just here to have a good time."
"But I am absolutely an administrative assistant," Amanda chimed in, not missing the movement of Adrienne's hands - she tended to keep a close eye on the various physical cues of those close to her but less inclined to talk about it. She gave Wyngarde a bright, vacant smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wyngarde. Amanda Sefton. Wanda and I work for the Snow Valley Memorial Centre for Mutant Affairs."
"And I work for the FBI. So, you know, dicks out time." Garrison stepped in front, his broad chest taking over the view. "I don't know politics, being Canadian and all, but I learned early that you can tell a man by his handshake. I'm pretty sure you practised yours. Made it strong, sure, confident; spent time perfecting it." Kane took his hand and squeezed smoothly. He pulled the man close enough to whisper in his ear.
"Mess with her, and you're going to be looking for your fingers in your fucking kidneys."
"Thug. Is that all you have?"
"Try me."
"I might."
"If you want your jaw spinning around your face, go for it. Hurt her, and I'll kill you." Kane pulled back, preserving the mask of social politeness. "Good man, this one. I like your mute friend. There's some where else you need to be, eh?"
"Of course. Adrienne, pleasure to see you."
Completely stunned, Adrienne downed her full glass of champagne and tried to keep her jaw from dropping. She hadn't caught the whole conversation, but the bits she'd gathered from reading lips and the body language and the fact that Garrison had chased Wyngarde off had her guessing the gist of it. "This party suddenly got really fun," she murmured, brightening when she could finally speak. "I'm sorry Wyngarde did some ferretting of information about you guys," she said to the other women. "I didn't mean to involve you with him in any way."
Wanda's hand settled gently on Adrienne's shoulder and she squeezed it as she replied, "Do not even attempt to shoulder the blame for that one. Wyngarde has obviously done his research on us for some reason or another." She dropped her hand, sighing. "It is simply prudent for us to now return the favor as soon as possible. He certainly did not drop any information regarding his companion so we'll need to make that one of the top things to find out. I dislike people making my friends uncomfortable and I doubly dislike those same people knowing more than I do." Wanda shot Amanda a pointed look as she finished both her sentence and then her drink.
Amanda's nod was businesslike. "That we do." She turned her attention to Adrienne. "Inner Circle? Tho' there'd be no guessing which Court the wanker would be part of."
"Wyngarde's an import from the London courts," Adrienne explained, steadier now. "He's Shaw's right hand man here. I met him last year- he made it very apparent that he's in Shaw's confidence and has the capacity to distribute any power Shaw wants to hand out. The redhead's a bit of a mystery to us, so yes, if there's anything you could learn, it would be appreciated. By Doug especially," she added, making a face.
"I don't know if putting Doug in the way of redheads is a good idea. I can make a few noises, see if she's a local. If she's foreign like Wyngarde, there might be a little more information on the immigration side." Garrison nodded. "Plus, he's not going to pull any tricks with you with me around. I saw it in his eyes. He's smooth and he's ruthless, but he's not dumb. Dead eyes on that one."
Amanda's eyes narrowed. "Sounds like he's tried his luck already," she remarked. "And I'm not liking Doug having some kind of connection with her." She sounded almost bitter. "But yeah, we can do some digging. I'll have the basic searches on your desk in the morning, Boss Lady," she added to Wanda.
"Brilliant, I will certainly keep my eyes peeled for that information. And I have another task for you, my dear. Can you please talk to Doug to see what his information is on this woman?" It was a potential landmine, the Snow Valley and the Hellfire Club intertwined. Wanda, simply, did not care for it despite how much she might have liked those who were affiliated with the Hellfire Club. But their jobs involved getting information and if their own people had it, well, then it might hopefully be easier in the long run.
"Give Doug a hard time about the Hellfire Club? Why, Boss Lady, you must like me or something." An almost feral gleam entered the witch's eyes. "Consider it done."
"That's likely a good line to build off of. If you guys are very undercover we should continue our mingling and trying not to kill random scumbags at this party. Adrienne?"
Amanda pouted. "No death? You ruin all my fun, Gar."
"That's right, ladies." Adrienne made shooing motions with her hand. "Go back to your cover of being members of the GLBTA," she smirked, thoroughly enjoying that mental image. She put her arm around Garrison and allowed herself to be led away. "I have to go back to keeping Slick here from arresting everyone he meets here. Unless they're my business rivals."
"I'm going to charge them with vandalism. Their presence is graffiti of the soul. That's like Sartie, eh?"
