Log: Kane/Brand
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xp_logsKane goes to speak to his only contact at SHIELD: Abigail Brand. It goes... as expected.
Triskalion was a massive structure, reaching 80 stories and holding multiple heli-pads and SHIELD's massive R&D division. Kane's badge got him through the man lobby, although he was required to surrender his side arm. The agent that brought him up to the SWORD division gave him a long look, and he was sure he heard a snigger behind him as he walked through the door and it closed behind him. Brand's office. He took a deep breath.
"You look like a man gearing himself up for something unpleasant." Brand was sitting behind the large desk that dominated the room, the leather chair framing her perfectly. Her dark grey suit was impeccable, understated in the way that indicated it had cost a lot of money, and her green hair coiffed in an elegant up-do. She'd obviously been doing very well since the last time they'd seen each other, and her green lips parted in a triumphant sort of smile. "It's so good to see you, Agent Kane."
"Agent Brand." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I see you've moved up in the world." Literally and figuratively. Her office commanded a view of the city from sixty-five floors above the streets.
She shrugged gracefully, rising from her chair in one sinuous movement. The skirt of her suit was perhaps a touch shorter than it should be, showing her long legs. With her heels, she was almost the same height as Kane. "A few well-earned perks - a woman of my position does have certain expectations to fulfill." She paused in front of him, looking him up and down. "You're certainly looking better than the last time I saw you."
"Being beaten to death by a god will have that effect. Which reminds me, where is Thor these days? Or are you going to tell me that it's classified and I'm not cleared for it?" Nothing had changed over the last year; the same challenge, the same predatory look.
"Still asking questions you already know the answer to, I see." Brand brushed some imaginary lint off his shoulder and headed back towards her desk, hips swaying. "Please, have a seat. You might as well be comfortable while you ask for whatever it is that has driven you here, of all places." She seated herself again, steepling long fingers tipped with beautifully manicured green nails. "Or is this a social call? Dropping by on your former partner for old times' sake?" Her sarcasm was palpable.
"Speaking of dropping, I'm told I have you to thank for quashing the investigation into the shootings in Aitkins. Was it a sudden attack of conscience, the investigation getting too close to your territory, or you just perversely thought it would be more fun to make sure the world knew we slept together?"
"Maybe it was all of the above. Or none of them." She smiled, slow and confident. "A girl does like to have a few secrets of her own, Agent Kane. Perhaps I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
"That is not entirely reassuring, Brand." One thing he had to give Abigail; she had style. "Look, I need to speak to a high level SHIELD representative. Someone responsible for your overseas operations."
She raised one emerald eyebrow. "My, my, Agent Kane. Have you been dipping your fingers into pies that don't belong to you? Our overseas operations are way out of the FBI's jurisdiction."
"A friend of mine has been mistakenly caught up in an investigation. I have information that will clear her if I can speak directly with the case officer."
Her look grew more calculating. "Would this be one of those friends I met in Aitkins?" she asked, tapping her nail against her cheek. "I have to admit, I would like to know more about them. Such interesting stories I heard when we debriefed Mr. Blake."
"I have no doubt you did everything in your power to debrief him." Kane said wryly. "But this woman is innocent, Abby. All I want to do is discuss the case with the officer. Are you going to help me?"
"The white knight coming to the rescue of the innocent maiden." Brand smirked. "You know how I work, Agent Kane. What's in it for me?"
"How could I have forgotten? What do you want, Brand?"
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
Triskalion was a massive structure, reaching 80 stories and holding multiple heli-pads and SHIELD's massive R&D division. Kane's badge got him through the man lobby, although he was required to surrender his side arm. The agent that brought him up to the SWORD division gave him a long look, and he was sure he heard a snigger behind him as he walked through the door and it closed behind him. Brand's office. He took a deep breath.
"You look like a man gearing himself up for something unpleasant." Brand was sitting behind the large desk that dominated the room, the leather chair framing her perfectly. Her dark grey suit was impeccable, understated in the way that indicated it had cost a lot of money, and her green hair coiffed in an elegant up-do. She'd obviously been doing very well since the last time they'd seen each other, and her green lips parted in a triumphant sort of smile. "It's so good to see you, Agent Kane."
"Agent Brand." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I see you've moved up in the world." Literally and figuratively. Her office commanded a view of the city from sixty-five floors above the streets.
She shrugged gracefully, rising from her chair in one sinuous movement. The skirt of her suit was perhaps a touch shorter than it should be, showing her long legs. With her heels, she was almost the same height as Kane. "A few well-earned perks - a woman of my position does have certain expectations to fulfill." She paused in front of him, looking him up and down. "You're certainly looking better than the last time I saw you."
"Being beaten to death by a god will have that effect. Which reminds me, where is Thor these days? Or are you going to tell me that it's classified and I'm not cleared for it?" Nothing had changed over the last year; the same challenge, the same predatory look.
"Still asking questions you already know the answer to, I see." Brand brushed some imaginary lint off his shoulder and headed back towards her desk, hips swaying. "Please, have a seat. You might as well be comfortable while you ask for whatever it is that has driven you here, of all places." She seated herself again, steepling long fingers tipped with beautifully manicured green nails. "Or is this a social call? Dropping by on your former partner for old times' sake?" Her sarcasm was palpable.
"Speaking of dropping, I'm told I have you to thank for quashing the investigation into the shootings in Aitkins. Was it a sudden attack of conscience, the investigation getting too close to your territory, or you just perversely thought it would be more fun to make sure the world knew we slept together?"
"Maybe it was all of the above. Or none of them." She smiled, slow and confident. "A girl does like to have a few secrets of her own, Agent Kane. Perhaps I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
"That is not entirely reassuring, Brand." One thing he had to give Abigail; she had style. "Look, I need to speak to a high level SHIELD representative. Someone responsible for your overseas operations."
She raised one emerald eyebrow. "My, my, Agent Kane. Have you been dipping your fingers into pies that don't belong to you? Our overseas operations are way out of the FBI's jurisdiction."
"A friend of mine has been mistakenly caught up in an investigation. I have information that will clear her if I can speak directly with the case officer."
Her look grew more calculating. "Would this be one of those friends I met in Aitkins?" she asked, tapping her nail against her cheek. "I have to admit, I would like to know more about them. Such interesting stories I heard when we debriefed Mr. Blake."
"I have no doubt you did everything in your power to debrief him." Kane said wryly. "But this woman is innocent, Abby. All I want to do is discuss the case with the officer. Are you going to help me?"
"The white knight coming to the rescue of the innocent maiden." Brand smirked. "You know how I work, Agent Kane. What's in it for me?"
"How could I have forgotten? What do you want, Brand?"
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
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