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xp_logsX-Factor, along with Cypher and Tarot, arrive at the medical center and go over the plan.
The white van which stood parked not far away from the Carlysle Medical Center was certainly nondescript. Especially for the area, with delivery vans and trucks the predominant traffic. The driver, too, was average - a blond young man with a Yankees baseball cap stuck on his head, wearing a heavy sweater over his coveralls. The "cargo" on the other hand, was anything but - five mutants, planning out what could turn into a very messy information-gathering session.
"I feel dirty just wearing this cap," Doug muttered to himself as his fingers flexed on the wheel. Ubiquity was the name of the game, though, and there were very few things more ubiquitous in New York City than a guy in coveralls, sweater, and a beat-up Yankees cap. "Comm check," he murmured as he briefly adjusted a small earbud and glanced oh-so-casually around the area to get the lay of things.
"Oh, I have lost myself five dollars." Marie-Ange said quietly. "I had been certain you would have replaced it." She tugged down the hem of her oh so very suburban upstate New York blouse and tucked another few cards into sleeves and pockets and neckline. Just in case. "So remind me to put five dollars in the change jar please and thank you." She reached over and patted at Arthur's shoulder, and then tapped at her phone until the image inducer that poor Arthur had been loaned matched her ideal very suburban upstate New York fake husband. "Remember we are adorable and that I do not hate babies. They are lovely and not damp or loud at all."
Arthur's eyes went wide as saucers, but the image inducer's slacks and a blazer stockbroker template did a rather poor job at conveying the depth of his usual smile and sheer pluckitude. This was, perhaps, a boon as Arthur was overcompensating with the cheerfulness quite a bit. His voice, however, showed that he was itching to grasp onto something that wasn't the thought of a job that could involve homicidal maniacs filleting his friends.
"You're always adorable! And children are the future. Just think of how cute your hair and my smile together might be."
"Don't they have those websites where you can take pictures of yourself and your partner or whatever and put them together to see what kind of baby you would make?" Alex asked conversationally, sipping a bottle of water. He didn't want to think about what they were doing. This had to go better than their last mission. It had to. Right? "When this is over we can put you guys together and see what you get."
"No. Those do not exist." Marie-Ange frowned. "Stop." She was not even considering drawing something like that, babies were damp and loud and smelled of pee. Children were disgusting until they were capable of complete sentences and going to the toilet by themselves. Ugh. "There is a parking lot a few blocks from the clinic that Arthur and I should be dropped off near. We need to get a more appropriate vehicle.. Susan, can you make more than one person invisible? I am not certain what you are capable of."
"I'm not sure the world is ready to see the amalgamation of that smile and that hair, none of our treat would be safe," Sue quipped as she made her way up from her seat at the back to stand next to Marie-Ange, cocking her head to the side and bit her lip, "I can cover more than one person for a while, maybe a minute, minute and a half tops if I have to. It's harder when we're moving, I have to keep it established away from your skin...or bad things happen." Sue remembered with a shudder. "If we're carefuly it shouldn't be too much of a problem."
"So is anyone going to come up with callsigns, or do I get to pick them for everyone?" Doug asked in an amused tone from the front seat. He wouldn't necessarily take it as far as Remy had, but there was certainly plenty of potential for harassment. And he was not going to use any real names until they were safely back at the mansion.
"Don't some of us have code names? I like Jewel, myself." She answered before peering around at her compatriots. "Hmmm...I like Explody Bear for Alex and..." She trailed off as she swept over Sue with her brown eyes. With a sigh, she turned back to Doug. "Fuck it. Go ahead, Ramsey. Name away. Just remember that it's not wise to piss off indestructible girls." She finished.
"Just make mine cool, that's all I ask," Alex joked. "No point in having a codename if it's not cool."
"You are the epitome of grace and class." Marie-Ange muttered, under her breath. In French. "Fortunately, Cypher and I have code names, and my darling temporary husband could easily be given one from previous career." She had certainly seen the shows enough, Wade was fascinated - and impressed by the man's durability and actual survival knowledge. "Something explosive and sneaky for our respective surfers?"
"I get exlodey and he gets sneaky right?" Sue asked with a grin, "Actually that's a question," the blonde turned to Jessica, "Why don't we have code names? It sounds like something we'd do while somebody was bored on a stakeout. Not that I'm suggesting we use the naming game to spend time but it is a little surprising."
"Stage names can be lots of fun," Arthur added helpfully, but he was now apprehensively staring at no one in particular.
"I dunno, Explody Bear is kinda growing on me." Doug chuckled. "And I suppose 'up all night to get lucky' is a bit too much of a mouthful for a codename. Okay, as follows - Cypher, Tarot, Jewel, Heat Wave, Lucky Streak, and...Invisible Girl." At least they all pretty much easily identified who they belonged to. "Okay, so once the cameras go down, everyone knows their way in, correct?"
"Roger that," Alex said with a salute. "Good to go."
Sue gave Doug a level look, "Girl?" she questioned, "I don't know whether to be complimented or insulted." she teased. "I take down the cameras and then meet up with the girls."
"Hypocrite." Marie-Ange volleyed, with a smile. "Our last resort is a burner in my purse set to call in a recorded bomb scare. If any of us cannot get out, Doug or I can trigger the phone to make the call. If you think civilians are going to die en mass, have us trigger it. We cannot simply rush in and bring the building down, even if the Sapien League is likely to be armed. There are legitimate medical offices on most of the floors." She patted the purse. "Be ready, Susan. All Arthur and I need is to not be seen getting out of this van. Once we are on the sidewalk, drop the invisibility. We will blend in."
"Okay, coming up on first dropoff." The door was only open for a few seconds, and anyone who might have actually seen the van slow down wouldn't have seen anyone getting out thanks to Sue's powers. As soon as he heard the door shut, Doug had the van in motion again.
"Please make sure you have all your personal items, as contents may have shifted during travel," he said cheerfully as they neared the second spot.
Jessica grabbed her empty box and calmly exited the van.
"Alright, boys, it's business time. Doug, you're clearly the brains here, so I'll let you lead the way. Alex, you and I are the muscle. Let's not fuck it up." She stated firmly. 'No one's getting hurt today. Not on my watch.' She added silently.
The white van which stood parked not far away from the Carlysle Medical Center was certainly nondescript. Especially for the area, with delivery vans and trucks the predominant traffic. The driver, too, was average - a blond young man with a Yankees baseball cap stuck on his head, wearing a heavy sweater over his coveralls. The "cargo" on the other hand, was anything but - five mutants, planning out what could turn into a very messy information-gathering session.
"I feel dirty just wearing this cap," Doug muttered to himself as his fingers flexed on the wheel. Ubiquity was the name of the game, though, and there were very few things more ubiquitous in New York City than a guy in coveralls, sweater, and a beat-up Yankees cap. "Comm check," he murmured as he briefly adjusted a small earbud and glanced oh-so-casually around the area to get the lay of things.
"Oh, I have lost myself five dollars." Marie-Ange said quietly. "I had been certain you would have replaced it." She tugged down the hem of her oh so very suburban upstate New York blouse and tucked another few cards into sleeves and pockets and neckline. Just in case. "So remind me to put five dollars in the change jar please and thank you." She reached over and patted at Arthur's shoulder, and then tapped at her phone until the image inducer that poor Arthur had been loaned matched her ideal very suburban upstate New York fake husband. "Remember we are adorable and that I do not hate babies. They are lovely and not damp or loud at all."
Arthur's eyes went wide as saucers, but the image inducer's slacks and a blazer stockbroker template did a rather poor job at conveying the depth of his usual smile and sheer pluckitude. This was, perhaps, a boon as Arthur was overcompensating with the cheerfulness quite a bit. His voice, however, showed that he was itching to grasp onto something that wasn't the thought of a job that could involve homicidal maniacs filleting his friends.
"You're always adorable! And children are the future. Just think of how cute your hair and my smile together might be."
"Don't they have those websites where you can take pictures of yourself and your partner or whatever and put them together to see what kind of baby you would make?" Alex asked conversationally, sipping a bottle of water. He didn't want to think about what they were doing. This had to go better than their last mission. It had to. Right? "When this is over we can put you guys together and see what you get."
"No. Those do not exist." Marie-Ange frowned. "Stop." She was not even considering drawing something like that, babies were damp and loud and smelled of pee. Children were disgusting until they were capable of complete sentences and going to the toilet by themselves. Ugh. "There is a parking lot a few blocks from the clinic that Arthur and I should be dropped off near. We need to get a more appropriate vehicle.. Susan, can you make more than one person invisible? I am not certain what you are capable of."
"I'm not sure the world is ready to see the amalgamation of that smile and that hair, none of our treat would be safe," Sue quipped as she made her way up from her seat at the back to stand next to Marie-Ange, cocking her head to the side and bit her lip, "I can cover more than one person for a while, maybe a minute, minute and a half tops if I have to. It's harder when we're moving, I have to keep it established away from your skin...or bad things happen." Sue remembered with a shudder. "If we're carefuly it shouldn't be too much of a problem."
"So is anyone going to come up with callsigns, or do I get to pick them for everyone?" Doug asked in an amused tone from the front seat. He wouldn't necessarily take it as far as Remy had, but there was certainly plenty of potential for harassment. And he was not going to use any real names until they were safely back at the mansion.
"Don't some of us have code names? I like Jewel, myself." She answered before peering around at her compatriots. "Hmmm...I like Explody Bear for Alex and..." She trailed off as she swept over Sue with her brown eyes. With a sigh, she turned back to Doug. "Fuck it. Go ahead, Ramsey. Name away. Just remember that it's not wise to piss off indestructible girls." She finished.
"Just make mine cool, that's all I ask," Alex joked. "No point in having a codename if it's not cool."
"You are the epitome of grace and class." Marie-Ange muttered, under her breath. In French. "Fortunately, Cypher and I have code names, and my darling temporary husband could easily be given one from previous career." She had certainly seen the shows enough, Wade was fascinated - and impressed by the man's durability and actual survival knowledge. "Something explosive and sneaky for our respective surfers?"
"I get exlodey and he gets sneaky right?" Sue asked with a grin, "Actually that's a question," the blonde turned to Jessica, "Why don't we have code names? It sounds like something we'd do while somebody was bored on a stakeout. Not that I'm suggesting we use the naming game to spend time but it is a little surprising."
"Stage names can be lots of fun," Arthur added helpfully, but he was now apprehensively staring at no one in particular.
"I dunno, Explody Bear is kinda growing on me." Doug chuckled. "And I suppose 'up all night to get lucky' is a bit too much of a mouthful for a codename. Okay, as follows - Cypher, Tarot, Jewel, Heat Wave, Lucky Streak, and...Invisible Girl." At least they all pretty much easily identified who they belonged to. "Okay, so once the cameras go down, everyone knows their way in, correct?"
"Roger that," Alex said with a salute. "Good to go."
Sue gave Doug a level look, "Girl?" she questioned, "I don't know whether to be complimented or insulted." she teased. "I take down the cameras and then meet up with the girls."
"Hypocrite." Marie-Ange volleyed, with a smile. "Our last resort is a burner in my purse set to call in a recorded bomb scare. If any of us cannot get out, Doug or I can trigger the phone to make the call. If you think civilians are going to die en mass, have us trigger it. We cannot simply rush in and bring the building down, even if the Sapien League is likely to be armed. There are legitimate medical offices on most of the floors." She patted the purse. "Be ready, Susan. All Arthur and I need is to not be seen getting out of this van. Once we are on the sidewalk, drop the invisibility. We will blend in."
"Okay, coming up on first dropoff." The door was only open for a few seconds, and anyone who might have actually seen the van slow down wouldn't have seen anyone getting out thanks to Sue's powers. As soon as he heard the door shut, Doug had the van in motion again.
"Please make sure you have all your personal items, as contents may have shifted during travel," he said cheerfully as they neared the second spot.
Jessica grabbed her empty box and calmly exited the van.
"Alright, boys, it's business time. Doug, you're clearly the brains here, so I'll let you lead the way. Alex, you and I are the muscle. Let's not fuck it up." She stated firmly. 'No one's getting hurt today. Not on my watch.' She added silently.
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