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X-Factor Case File: The Triskelion Files - Log 3
Garrison goes to Adrienne to get X-Factor's help.
"Adrienne? Are you here? Are you in the shower?" Kane said as he quietly let himself into their suite. "I kinda hope you're in the shower."
"Sorry, you just missed it," Adrienne answered with a wry smirk, emerging from the bathroom wearing a short bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head. "Hot yoga was particularly sweaty today. I couldn't wait for you. But I'll be sure you're available for the next shower, though."
"That might get interesting with my new work schedule." Kane took a seat on the bed as she moved around. "I had a talk with Duncan today. Things are... well, changing. A lot."
Adrienne shed her robe and made a show of wandering around the bedroom naked, gathering up jeans, a tank top, and underthings as slowly as possible and setting them out on the bed. "New work schedule, that's good, right?" At least it would get him away from the Cheetos-stained dent he'd left in the couch. "But... changes? Is that good or bad?"
"What... no... I think - I think the Professor guy is just great..." Kane shook his head. "No, I mean... Fred is essentially hiding me in the bureaucracy under a program of his. The problem is that somehow not only did the X-Men's intervention at Ryker's make the front page of the Daily Bugle yesterday, but the speculation is that the 'mystery team' is associated with the FBI. Somehow my name got into the mix."
Adrienne didn't see the problem with the X-Men intervention making the front page of the newspaper- that was why they had code names and uniforms and secret identities, right?- but the fact that there was speculation that the FBI had their own team of superheroes was something she found troubling, especially since Garrison's name was involved. "Who's doing the speculating? The writer at the Bugle?" Adrienne hadn't read the article; she only read the Financial Times and the sports section of whatever paper was lying around.
"Someone at SHIELD leaked photos of the fight to the press. Which is what my first job is - find the leak and determine how serious it is. If I get outed as an X-Man or a vigilante, there's no way Duncan can keep me on."
Biting back her gut response of 'well maybe it's time to stop being an X-Man,' Adrienne started getting dressed since he seemed to preoccupied to do anything about her nakedness. "That would definitely suck, babe," she said instead. "But finding a leak certainly seems like it's something doable. Even if it's someone at SHIELD." She paused with her shirt over her head as the gravity of that statement sunk in. "Wait, it was someone at SHIELD? That's worrisome. How? Why?"
"Not sure. I doubt it's anyone with any real power. Too much to lose, too little to gain. But SHIELD has thousands of employees. The pictures that got leaked to the Bugle could have crossed dozens or even hundreds of desks in the process of recording, analysis and archiving. The trouble is that I can't just launch an FBI investigation on SHIELD. And strong-arming the leak out of the reporters at the Bugle isn't going to happen either."
"Ahh. I have a feeling I know where this is going," Adrienne said with a tone of dawning realization, finally succeeding in putting on her shirt. "But I'm going to be petty and make you ask anyway."
"Will you at least take your top back off?"
Giving him an incorrigible look, Adrienne grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it off.
"Now I feel better." He took a deep breath. "Adrienne's boobs, I need X-Factor's help with this."
With a giggle, Adrienne sat down on the bed next to him, leaving her tank top on the floor. "Alright. You have it. I'll even give you the 'I'm screwing one of the business partner' rates. And, just because it's you," she teased, "it doesn't even have to be Warren you screw."
"If you gave those rates to everyone Warren's screwed, you'd pretty much be out of business by the end of the day." Garrison snaked an arm around her, pulling her close. "Thanks babe. Seriously. This means a lot to me."
Adrienne put her arms around his neck. "Any time. I'm really glad I can help you out with this, actually. Reminds me of our early days where you were asking me to go to India and Pakistan with you to help save the world. But hopefully, there's less getting shot at this time," she smirked.
"Babe, I'd take you with me to save the world any time." He shifted, dropping them both to the bedspread. "Now I just thought of some other things I wanted to say to your boobs."
"Adrienne? Are you here? Are you in the shower?" Kane said as he quietly let himself into their suite. "I kinda hope you're in the shower."
"Sorry, you just missed it," Adrienne answered with a wry smirk, emerging from the bathroom wearing a short bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head. "Hot yoga was particularly sweaty today. I couldn't wait for you. But I'll be sure you're available for the next shower, though."
"That might get interesting with my new work schedule." Kane took a seat on the bed as she moved around. "I had a talk with Duncan today. Things are... well, changing. A lot."
Adrienne shed her robe and made a show of wandering around the bedroom naked, gathering up jeans, a tank top, and underthings as slowly as possible and setting them out on the bed. "New work schedule, that's good, right?" At least it would get him away from the Cheetos-stained dent he'd left in the couch. "But... changes? Is that good or bad?"
"What... no... I think - I think the Professor guy is just great..." Kane shook his head. "No, I mean... Fred is essentially hiding me in the bureaucracy under a program of his. The problem is that somehow not only did the X-Men's intervention at Ryker's make the front page of the Daily Bugle yesterday, but the speculation is that the 'mystery team' is associated with the FBI. Somehow my name got into the mix."
Adrienne didn't see the problem with the X-Men intervention making the front page of the newspaper- that was why they had code names and uniforms and secret identities, right?- but the fact that there was speculation that the FBI had their own team of superheroes was something she found troubling, especially since Garrison's name was involved. "Who's doing the speculating? The writer at the Bugle?" Adrienne hadn't read the article; she only read the Financial Times and the sports section of whatever paper was lying around.
"Someone at SHIELD leaked photos of the fight to the press. Which is what my first job is - find the leak and determine how serious it is. If I get outed as an X-Man or a vigilante, there's no way Duncan can keep me on."
Biting back her gut response of 'well maybe it's time to stop being an X-Man,' Adrienne started getting dressed since he seemed to preoccupied to do anything about her nakedness. "That would definitely suck, babe," she said instead. "But finding a leak certainly seems like it's something doable. Even if it's someone at SHIELD." She paused with her shirt over her head as the gravity of that statement sunk in. "Wait, it was someone at SHIELD? That's worrisome. How? Why?"
"Not sure. I doubt it's anyone with any real power. Too much to lose, too little to gain. But SHIELD has thousands of employees. The pictures that got leaked to the Bugle could have crossed dozens or even hundreds of desks in the process of recording, analysis and archiving. The trouble is that I can't just launch an FBI investigation on SHIELD. And strong-arming the leak out of the reporters at the Bugle isn't going to happen either."
"Ahh. I have a feeling I know where this is going," Adrienne said with a tone of dawning realization, finally succeeding in putting on her shirt. "But I'm going to be petty and make you ask anyway."
"Will you at least take your top back off?"
Giving him an incorrigible look, Adrienne grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it off.
"Now I feel better." He took a deep breath. "Adrienne's boobs, I need X-Factor's help with this."
With a giggle, Adrienne sat down on the bed next to him, leaving her tank top on the floor. "Alright. You have it. I'll even give you the 'I'm screwing one of the business partner' rates. And, just because it's you," she teased, "it doesn't even have to be Warren you screw."
"If you gave those rates to everyone Warren's screwed, you'd pretty much be out of business by the end of the day." Garrison snaked an arm around her, pulling her close. "Thanks babe. Seriously. This means a lot to me."
Adrienne put her arms around his neck. "Any time. I'm really glad I can help you out with this, actually. Reminds me of our early days where you were asking me to go to India and Pakistan with you to help save the world. But hopefully, there's less getting shot at this time," she smirked.
"Babe, I'd take you with me to save the world any time." He shifted, dropping them both to the bedspread. "Now I just thought of some other things I wanted to say to your boobs."