xp_logs | Bishop and Remy: Discussing District X

Bishop and Remy discuss X-Force, X-Factor, and District X; looking at how all the pieces might fit together.

It was warm in New York. Not the mind crushing heat of a week prior, but still hot and sticky, driving people out seeking cool parks and patios, or in where ever air conditioning was freely offered. The Brownstone was on a residential street, dotted with small shops, but mostly the facades of other similar apartment complexes. Outside, a dozen kids played around the parked cars and on building stoops. It was almost a cliche, Remy considered, enjoying a cigarette while leaning against the brick.

Bishop stepped out of the building. He had plans on doing some leg work for different cases even though he wasn't expected to be working today. Without feeling it necessary to rush through his day, he decided to take a moment to be personable. He never did speak to Remy or any of his other coworkers as much as they seemed to speak to and connect with each other.

"Morning Bishop." Remy said idly, leaning against the fence and blowing rough smoke rings in the air, to the occasional amusement of the neighborhood kids. "Thought this was you day off?"

"It is. I've been helping a friend with something." Bishop moved over to stand next to Remy, trying to open himself to conversation.

Remy just nodded. "Saw. It's Morgan's show for now, but let us know if you need some help." The Cajun had a way of staying on top of things, through a combination of hard work and simple overactive paranoia. "How you finding operating on a local level?"

"It's like it was at the PD, more or less. I prefer it." Bishop didn't read into the comment. He didn't know the details of how Morgan left or started her business and he didn't exactly care. He was happy to be working as a local detective for the moment.

There was a grunt of acknowledgment, as Remy stared off down the street, obviously considering something beyond the cigarette he was smoking. "How is M-Town, or whatever dey calling it, reacting to you? People willing to talk, come forward?"

"A lot of the people there know me already. NYPD doesn't have another mutant officer yet. Izzy's wife gets his foot in the door, but that's my old partner. I'm all they have for the moment, it seems." Bishop followed, as the continued conversation suggested he should.

"What do you think happens if you leave?"

"I don't think I'm that important. They'd just go back to having a horrible relationship with law enforcement like every minority." Bishop shrugged.

"Honestly?" Remy's look was sharp, although not necessarily negative. The man had surprised him with his answer. "Dis isn't a test, Bishop. Remy just curious if you think dat you make a difference dere."

Bishop laughed and looked to Remy. "I've made my place, no one gets to test me anymore." It wasn't said aggressively, just factually. "I don't think one person has as much of an effect as we like to think. I make things different but so does every other person. I just hope I make them a little better."

"Considering what one person can do dese days, Remy would argue dat. But den again, dat's de assassin talking; one person removing one other person. And dat makes a pretty big effect sometimes." Remy toyed with the nearly finished cigarette for a moment, before dropping it and crushing it under his toe. "Been thinking of making some reorganizations inside of de team."

"Yeah?" Bishop encouraged the thought, curious what Remy had planned.

"Jake being back gives us another field trained operative who knows de international scene. It doesn't entirely make up for losing Marie-Ange, but it helps. What worries me is how limited we are in our own backyard. Wit' Jake's New Son prowling around, it's time to start paying more attention here in New York." Remy fished into his pocket for another cigarette, lighting it with the tip of his finger. "Figure dat we base you here for now. Dat ghetto is going to draw threats like flies on cowshit. If we're organized there, we can turn it from a liability to a trap for our enemies, and keep dem safe in de process."

"So you want me to bridge the gap?" Bishop thought for a moment and nodded. "I can do that. Not that I've ever understood the odd interconnections those of you from Xavier's always seem to have."

"It's complicated." Remy nodded. "Technically, you still work for Emma, not me, so you going to need to talk to her. I wouldn't exactly mind having someone a little more grounded in de area, especially if something blows up. You're useful in de field and you're one of our big guns when things go wrong, but it's wasted compared to what you could be doing here in New York."

"I'm sure she's not in the dark about your opinion or this idea. She usually comes to me when an idea is making it's rounds." Bishop laughed a little. "I'm sure she'll approve of keeping me here and active as a detective."

"I have no doubt." Remy said, his mood darkening a little with the mention. "We'll set up some kind of regular meeting to exchange information, keep everyone in de loop."

"I'll have plenty of reason to be over here. Shouldn't need any sort of exploding message spy tricks." Bishop replied jokingly.

"Remy sure dat dere'll be plenty of explosions wit'out our help."