Log: Jubilee and Marie-Ange
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Jubilee calls Marie-Ange to ask for an exit strategy.
"I need an exit strategy for at least three adults and two children," Jubilee said, watching the protests below from her hotel room window. "Our contact wants us to get his family the hell out of Egypt."
Calling it a dive would've been polite, but what it lacked in mod cons it made up for in being out of the way, and having staff who didn't give a damn who you were. She was currently using a disposable cell phone, and had called Marie-Ange through a series of different telephone interchanges, anyone trying to track the call back would be met only with frustration.
Marie-Ange made an irritated noise into the phone. Saving lives was not quite her specialty, and anyone else, literally anyone else would've been welcome on the other end of the phone. Well, maybe not Cammie. Maybe. "Tell our contact that it is going to take a few days, unless he wants to leave on a cargo plane." Not with children, he would not. "And unless those adults are directly related to him, it will be two adults. I am not spending money moving his neighbor or cousin or dog or something."
Jubilee contained her irritation with merely a roll of her eyes, biting her tongue on some of the things she could have said. "It's his parents, his wife and their two mutant sons, dude. Guy says he's stayin', didn't want to talk about gettin' out himself. You think I'd ask for an evac for these people without checkin' details first, or tryin' some other method? I'm not a fuckin' amateur, how many days are we talkin' about here?"
"I think you would have told him yes even if it was his pet cactus." Marie-Ange said acridly. "It has nothing to do with your perception that I think you are unskilled." Skilled, yes. Annoying, also yes. "It depends. Are they visible? If they can pass, two days. If not, I may have to actually use a cargo plane." Which was disgusting, to think of having to literally ship two boys in a box, but it would get them out.
"Incredibly visible, they're some kind of lizard version of a feral mutation. Protests here are going from anti-government to anti-mutant pretty damn fast," Jubilee replied, rubbing at the back of her neck to relieve some of the pressure. Those kids needed out of the country, and fast. "Some anti-mutant group is having a field day out there, tryin' to stir up trouble, but the crowds are still peaceful mostly. I'm gonna stay a few more days and see if I can't figure out which group it is, and why they're movin' now. I can probably pass myself off as some sort of foreign journalist if I'm careful."
"Merde. It will have to be as cargo then." Marie-Ange slipped the hands-free earpiece of her phone on and began making notes on a pad of paper. "How old are they? Old enough to take care of themselves for the flight? Old enough that if someone tells them to be quiet and not talk, they will listen even if it is hours and hours?" She jotted notes to herself in a shorthand Doug'd developed. Cargo plane, it would have to be cargo, but pressurized and they would need to pack the crate ahead of time, and make sure there was enough food and water...
"They're nine, seemed pretty bright but I'm thinkin' you're gonna want to send their mother with them. No kid is gonna want to be quiet when they think their Mom is in danger," Jubilee replied, starting to pace as she thought. "We could maybe send the Grandmother, she's smaller, can't be much taller then I am."
"Whoever it is has to fit in a crate, because I am not shipping people by cargo container overseas." Sometimes those fell overboard. The idea of that happening made Marie-Ange want to throw up. "One padded crate, suitable for large artwork." God, it was a cliche but it would have to work. "And one art student traveling with her sculpture personally. You are going on the plane with them."
"Fine, but you're sendin' someone to replace me, this place is all sorts of fucked up, we need someone on the ground. Where's Farouk right now?" Jubilee replied, a noise of frustration escaping her. "Tell him to get his ass over here if he's available, or, fuck, Jake if he's not."
"We do not need anyone in Egypt right now. You are coming back." Marie-Ange's voice was firm and unyielding. "Remy is going to need all of us soon, besides." She scribbled out a few more notes. "All right, is the family in a safe place now? I am going to wire you money. Get them food and water, for the trip. I have someone who can supply the crate. I need you to send me pictures of the parents, use your phone and send them to Doug, I will make sure he makes sure new passports are ready."
"I'll go get them now," Jubilee noted, not arguing. She'd known Marie-Ange for long enough that if she said something, Jubilee believed her. "And Marie-Ange? Thanks."
"Can I interpret "thanks" to mean I will not have any more knit animals gracing my office?" Marie-Ange had switched to the computer, and moving money from a secure account to one of the wire services they used. "Or you gamboling outside my window like an oversized raccoon?"
"Dude, I said thanks, not that I'd give you my first born child," Jubilee noted, hanging up the phone with a grin. Besides, she had the absolute perfect animal to grace Marie-Ange's office currently in creation, it would be a shame not to share it with her.
Jubilee calls Marie-Ange to ask for an exit strategy.
"I need an exit strategy for at least three adults and two children," Jubilee said, watching the protests below from her hotel room window. "Our contact wants us to get his family the hell out of Egypt."
Calling it a dive would've been polite, but what it lacked in mod cons it made up for in being out of the way, and having staff who didn't give a damn who you were. She was currently using a disposable cell phone, and had called Marie-Ange through a series of different telephone interchanges, anyone trying to track the call back would be met only with frustration.
Marie-Ange made an irritated noise into the phone. Saving lives was not quite her specialty, and anyone else, literally anyone else would've been welcome on the other end of the phone. Well, maybe not Cammie. Maybe. "Tell our contact that it is going to take a few days, unless he wants to leave on a cargo plane." Not with children, he would not. "And unless those adults are directly related to him, it will be two adults. I am not spending money moving his neighbor or cousin or dog or something."
Jubilee contained her irritation with merely a roll of her eyes, biting her tongue on some of the things she could have said. "It's his parents, his wife and their two mutant sons, dude. Guy says he's stayin', didn't want to talk about gettin' out himself. You think I'd ask for an evac for these people without checkin' details first, or tryin' some other method? I'm not a fuckin' amateur, how many days are we talkin' about here?"
"I think you would have told him yes even if it was his pet cactus." Marie-Ange said acridly. "It has nothing to do with your perception that I think you are unskilled." Skilled, yes. Annoying, also yes. "It depends. Are they visible? If they can pass, two days. If not, I may have to actually use a cargo plane." Which was disgusting, to think of having to literally ship two boys in a box, but it would get them out.
"Incredibly visible, they're some kind of lizard version of a feral mutation. Protests here are going from anti-government to anti-mutant pretty damn fast," Jubilee replied, rubbing at the back of her neck to relieve some of the pressure. Those kids needed out of the country, and fast. "Some anti-mutant group is having a field day out there, tryin' to stir up trouble, but the crowds are still peaceful mostly. I'm gonna stay a few more days and see if I can't figure out which group it is, and why they're movin' now. I can probably pass myself off as some sort of foreign journalist if I'm careful."
"Merde. It will have to be as cargo then." Marie-Ange slipped the hands-free earpiece of her phone on and began making notes on a pad of paper. "How old are they? Old enough to take care of themselves for the flight? Old enough that if someone tells them to be quiet and not talk, they will listen even if it is hours and hours?" She jotted notes to herself in a shorthand Doug'd developed. Cargo plane, it would have to be cargo, but pressurized and they would need to pack the crate ahead of time, and make sure there was enough food and water...
"They're nine, seemed pretty bright but I'm thinkin' you're gonna want to send their mother with them. No kid is gonna want to be quiet when they think their Mom is in danger," Jubilee replied, starting to pace as she thought. "We could maybe send the Grandmother, she's smaller, can't be much taller then I am."
"Whoever it is has to fit in a crate, because I am not shipping people by cargo container overseas." Sometimes those fell overboard. The idea of that happening made Marie-Ange want to throw up. "One padded crate, suitable for large artwork." God, it was a cliche but it would have to work. "And one art student traveling with her sculpture personally. You are going on the plane with them."
"Fine, but you're sendin' someone to replace me, this place is all sorts of fucked up, we need someone on the ground. Where's Farouk right now?" Jubilee replied, a noise of frustration escaping her. "Tell him to get his ass over here if he's available, or, fuck, Jake if he's not."
"We do not need anyone in Egypt right now. You are coming back." Marie-Ange's voice was firm and unyielding. "Remy is going to need all of us soon, besides." She scribbled out a few more notes. "All right, is the family in a safe place now? I am going to wire you money. Get them food and water, for the trip. I have someone who can supply the crate. I need you to send me pictures of the parents, use your phone and send them to Doug, I will make sure he makes sure new passports are ready."
"I'll go get them now," Jubilee noted, not arguing. She'd known Marie-Ange for long enough that if she said something, Jubilee believed her. "And Marie-Ange? Thanks."
"Can I interpret "thanks" to mean I will not have any more knit animals gracing my office?" Marie-Ange had switched to the computer, and moving money from a secure account to one of the wire services they used. "Or you gamboling outside my window like an oversized raccoon?"
"Dude, I said thanks, not that I'd give you my first born child," Jubilee noted, hanging up the phone with a grin. Besides, she had the absolute perfect animal to grace Marie-Ange's office currently in creation, it would be a shame not to share it with her.
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