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xp_logsWanda, Remy, North and Nico share information. The Citadel is more than it seems to be, and is probably where the missing abductees are being held.
"Two shot." Remy pointed, and the barista added another slug of espresso to his coffee. The Cajun had sunglasses perched on the top of his head, a comfortable tropical print shirt, khakis and sandals on, standing at the counter of the Van Nekk train terminal 'Real Italia' coffee shop. A shopping bag stuffed with new swimwear and cheap tourist paraphilia was by his feet, as his 'wife' leafed through a magazine, waiting for him to finish and take her latte over to a table. She'd already picked one out, between a harassed looking German businessman in a rumpled suit working on his laptop, and a Japanese tourist who alternated between chattering on her phone and using it to take pictures of seemingly everything.
He picked up his coffee and the bag and walked over, taking a seat at the table between them as Wanda slid in across from him. Most of the business at the shop where commuters, who crowded the entrance in line, but then, took their coffee to go for the train, creating enough noise and distraction to obscure any conversation
Muttering darkly under his breath at his laptop, North did not spare Remy a glance as the Cajun settled himself in. He did, however, pick up his lukewarm coffee so that he could angle himself closer to the others as he leaned an elbow on the table and propped his bearded chin up on his palm. Catching Wanda’s eyes, he deliberately shook his head to indicate that neither he nor Wade had been able to find the holding location of the abductees.
“There’s a train for VIPs that goes all the way up,” he informed them, sliding his gaze back to the faux business report on his screen and returning to his muttering. Fingers ran across keys, forming a stream of meaningless business babble on the word processor. Ambient noise or not, speaking plainly would have gone against North’s habits. They would understand. “My assistant took pictures, too. But their other guests haven’t boarded it. Probably still sightseeing in the city.”
Wanda took a sip of her latte as she mulled that information over. She was dressed much like Remy was, clothes that were comfortable to move in but obviously said 'tourist'. She glanced back down at the magazine she'd purchased from an earlier vendor, flipping through pages that told her what the latest gossip was amongst the Genosha stars or those who had visited - it was interesting to see how many Hollywood movie stars had stopped by over the last few weeks - as she thought through what little she'd learned.
"Perhaps that has something to do with some of the lack of room I have been hearing about. They seem to have more VIPs than open reservations - seems to be creating a bottleneck."
"Hide in plain sight?" Nico lowered her cellphone and started texting as she kept her eyes down on the screen. We did find they have a prison, although we're not getting anywhere near it with cameras and bright colored shirts." As per the role she was playing, Nico put a finger on her chin, and then send whatever she had texted to another phone she had left hidden on the hotel.
Remy took a sip of his coffee and then opened up his Sports Illustrated, noting with a professional eye which teams his various covers required him to keep an eye on. "De enclaves are definitely out. Holding areas, near as I can tell, are meant for a half dozen at most. Even if you split dem up, dere's just not enough mutants or facilities to hide dem in wit' de general populace. Maybe an outside prison, or de Citadel itself?"
"Citadel, has to be," Wanda replied almost immediately, as she paused to show Remy something that had caught her eye in her persona. She giggled under her breath at the ridiculous gossip article and then sat back to keep reading. "From what we have been able to unearth, the outside prisons do not have the capacity to deal with mutants - no ability to curb powers. Was my information correct?" That was directed to North, though nothing in her body language betrayed that.
The German nodded once and murmured an affirmative, lapsing back into silence since he had nothing useful to add; There was a dearth of alternatives to Wanda's conclusion, really. Blue-grey eyes were solemn as North withdrew a cellphone from his suit pocket and typed up a quick message to his travelling companion, already making plans for the evening.
Nico was in the middle of some intense texting while the rest talking. She had prepared a little nice summary of what they had managed to discover, which she would send over a safe channel later on. "Definitively in there", added before the silence would get too odd. "So...we need to know how they work in there." Then she proceeded to take a sip of her coffee, making a face at the taste. She was not a coffee person just yet. "Ugh, what do they put in here? I swear to God, these dudes are tyrants."
"We know where dey have to be. Now we need to figure out how we get to them." Remy said softly before checking his watch. "Honey, we should get our train." Voice pitched just so that in the lull, it could b heard apart from the regular din. If there were watchers, they'd seen no more than a short coffee break before a train, and the couple leaving without a second glance to either of the strangers they'd sat between.
"Two shot." Remy pointed, and the barista added another slug of espresso to his coffee. The Cajun had sunglasses perched on the top of his head, a comfortable tropical print shirt, khakis and sandals on, standing at the counter of the Van Nekk train terminal 'Real Italia' coffee shop. A shopping bag stuffed with new swimwear and cheap tourist paraphilia was by his feet, as his 'wife' leafed through a magazine, waiting for him to finish and take her latte over to a table. She'd already picked one out, between a harassed looking German businessman in a rumpled suit working on his laptop, and a Japanese tourist who alternated between chattering on her phone and using it to take pictures of seemingly everything.
He picked up his coffee and the bag and walked over, taking a seat at the table between them as Wanda slid in across from him. Most of the business at the shop where commuters, who crowded the entrance in line, but then, took their coffee to go for the train, creating enough noise and distraction to obscure any conversation
Muttering darkly under his breath at his laptop, North did not spare Remy a glance as the Cajun settled himself in. He did, however, pick up his lukewarm coffee so that he could angle himself closer to the others as he leaned an elbow on the table and propped his bearded chin up on his palm. Catching Wanda’s eyes, he deliberately shook his head to indicate that neither he nor Wade had been able to find the holding location of the abductees.
“There’s a train for VIPs that goes all the way up,” he informed them, sliding his gaze back to the faux business report on his screen and returning to his muttering. Fingers ran across keys, forming a stream of meaningless business babble on the word processor. Ambient noise or not, speaking plainly would have gone against North’s habits. They would understand. “My assistant took pictures, too. But their other guests haven’t boarded it. Probably still sightseeing in the city.”
Wanda took a sip of her latte as she mulled that information over. She was dressed much like Remy was, clothes that were comfortable to move in but obviously said 'tourist'. She glanced back down at the magazine she'd purchased from an earlier vendor, flipping through pages that told her what the latest gossip was amongst the Genosha stars or those who had visited - it was interesting to see how many Hollywood movie stars had stopped by over the last few weeks - as she thought through what little she'd learned.
"Perhaps that has something to do with some of the lack of room I have been hearing about. They seem to have more VIPs than open reservations - seems to be creating a bottleneck."
"Hide in plain sight?" Nico lowered her cellphone and started texting as she kept her eyes down on the screen. We did find they have a prison, although we're not getting anywhere near it with cameras and bright colored shirts." As per the role she was playing, Nico put a finger on her chin, and then send whatever she had texted to another phone she had left hidden on the hotel.
Remy took a sip of his coffee and then opened up his Sports Illustrated, noting with a professional eye which teams his various covers required him to keep an eye on. "De enclaves are definitely out. Holding areas, near as I can tell, are meant for a half dozen at most. Even if you split dem up, dere's just not enough mutants or facilities to hide dem in wit' de general populace. Maybe an outside prison, or de Citadel itself?"
"Citadel, has to be," Wanda replied almost immediately, as she paused to show Remy something that had caught her eye in her persona. She giggled under her breath at the ridiculous gossip article and then sat back to keep reading. "From what we have been able to unearth, the outside prisons do not have the capacity to deal with mutants - no ability to curb powers. Was my information correct?" That was directed to North, though nothing in her body language betrayed that.
The German nodded once and murmured an affirmative, lapsing back into silence since he had nothing useful to add; There was a dearth of alternatives to Wanda's conclusion, really. Blue-grey eyes were solemn as North withdrew a cellphone from his suit pocket and typed up a quick message to his travelling companion, already making plans for the evening.
Nico was in the middle of some intense texting while the rest talking. She had prepared a little nice summary of what they had managed to discover, which she would send over a safe channel later on. "Definitively in there", added before the silence would get too odd. "So...we need to know how they work in there." Then she proceeded to take a sip of her coffee, making a face at the taste. She was not a coffee person just yet. "Ugh, what do they put in here? I swear to God, these dudes are tyrants."
"We know where dey have to be. Now we need to figure out how we get to them." Remy said softly before checking his watch. "Honey, we should get our train." Voice pitched just so that in the lull, it could b heard apart from the regular din. If there were watchers, they'd seen no more than a short coffee break before a train, and the couple leaving without a second glance to either of the strangers they'd sat between.
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