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xp_logsAs Gabriel's spy training continues, Kevin has an intriguing assignment.
"Shut up. You're going to play tourist in Madripoor. There's a crime boss... pirate, really. 'Tigre Pating'... Tiger Shark." Kevin made a wank off gesture with his hand. "He's involved with some people I've got an eye on. So, I want you to go out and get some pictures of him and who he hangs with. Nothing too close. I've booked you a harbour cruise that will get you close to his ship. Get photos of it and the ships around. Then, a friend of mine is going to take you to the Princess Bar as a dumb tourist. Be dumb. But make sure to get his table of friends into your lame selfies. Don't do anything more than that. He'll cut you to pieces if he even suspects you're not a clueless American. Understand?"
"Uh, yeah." Gabriel nodded, trying not to look too giddy at the possibility of international travel on someone else's dime. "Be a vapid 20-something, which shouldn't be too out-of-character, taking photos every 45 seconds without looking like you're actually taking photos of anything. Sounds reasonable." He crossed his arms, studying Kevin's face for a second. "This is a test, I'm 95% sure, of my ability to pretend I'm on vacation without drinking, fucking or doing anything that might be considered fun."
"No. Drink and fuck how you want. Just bring me back the intel." Kevin sighed. "This isn't strictly an X-Force thing, Gabe. I need some intel and I'm tied up right now. I trust you to make this happen."
"You... trust me?" Gabriel smirked a little. "Damn it," he sighed. "That means I really do have to do a good job." He made his best impression of a Marine, standing erect and giving Kevin a very poor attempt at a salute. "You got it, boss. I am on the case."
"Shut up. You're going to play tourist in Madripoor. There's a crime boss... pirate, really. 'Tigre Pating'... Tiger Shark." Kevin made a wank off gesture with his hand. "He's involved with some people I've got an eye on. So, I want you to go out and get some pictures of him and who he hangs with. Nothing too close. I've booked you a harbour cruise that will get you close to his ship. Get photos of it and the ships around. Then, a friend of mine is going to take you to the Princess Bar as a dumb tourist. Be dumb. But make sure to get his table of friends into your lame selfies. Don't do anything more than that. He'll cut you to pieces if he even suspects you're not a clueless American. Understand?"
"Uh, yeah." Gabriel nodded, trying not to look too giddy at the possibility of international travel on someone else's dime. "Be a vapid 20-something, which shouldn't be too out-of-character, taking photos every 45 seconds without looking like you're actually taking photos of anything. Sounds reasonable." He crossed his arms, studying Kevin's face for a second. "This is a test, I'm 95% sure, of my ability to pretend I'm on vacation without drinking, fucking or doing anything that might be considered fun."
"No. Drink and fuck how you want. Just bring me back the intel." Kevin sighed. "This isn't strictly an X-Force thing, Gabe. I need some intel and I'm tied up right now. I trust you to make this happen."
"You... trust me?" Gabriel smirked a little. "Damn it," he sighed. "That means I really do have to do a good job." He made his best impression of a Marine, standing erect and giving Kevin a very poor attempt at a salute. "You got it, boss. I am on the case."
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