Clea and Marie-Ange (backdated to April)
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xp_logsClea goes to Marie-Ange to give her the final answer about joining the other part of XForce after the events in Madripoor
Clea entered Marie-Ange office and took a seat in front of her, "I need to talk to you". It was only a few short days that Clea had returned from Madripoor with Kevin and had a serious conversation with Steve, but her mind was made up.
"Of course." Marie-Ange hadn't wanted to push, Clea was not the kind of woman who required it - she'd asked for the job in the first place, she had jumped on the chance to go to Madripoor, and it would be disrespectful to not let her make her own decisions. "Open door or closed door talk?"
Clea looked at the door for a moment and then closed it. "Not that we need the privacy." Taking a seat and looked right at Marie-Ange, "Kevin said I should talk to you once I made up my mind. And after lot of self-reflecting, I talked to Steve, I talked to Cata...I want to do more."
Oh. This was how he felt. Marie-Ange gave a silent apology to old friends, and then nodded. "Well, this is the first time someone has consulted their cat before asking me this, but I agree, your potential is wasted at that desk, no matter how much I enjoy the organizational skills."
Clea smirked, "Well Cata isn't exactly a normal cat. You know she was the size of a large car before...." She rubbed her brow, "We were young fools, but we saved her." She couldn't help but laugh at that. "Oh good, I thought I was going to get the 'make sure you really want this' talk that Kevin seems to give me ever so often."
"Please, no car sized cats in the office." Marie-Ange said. "Unless we get car-sized rats, in which case please, ask the cat to be large." She waved a hand in the general vague direction of Kevin's office. "If Kevin could not scare you off with Madripoor, then I am certainly not going to. He sent updates, you did well enough for what little operational training you've had."
Smirking at her boss, "Promise." Was that a sense of pride she felt that Kevin said she did well? Yes, probably. "Must be the spy movies." Clea joked. "But I do want to learn more."
Her answer was a nod, and then Marie-Ange tapped her keyboard a few times, and Clea's phone buzzed repeatedly, with the sound of easily a dozen incoming meeting requests. "Training. Observation skills, hand to hand combat, basic tracking and spycraft." She paused to consider what else she'd seeded her draft folder with. "I set you an appointment at a gun range, but Doug has not accepted the invite yet, so that may be rescheduled. You are going to be a busy young woman for a few months."
As soon as her phone was buzzing, she pulled it out to see the plethora of invites. "You do deliver when someone says they want to learn more." Her blue eyes looked up at the other woman. "Very busy. Seems my training starts tonight? Really? Should I order some food?"
"You should always order food, but especially in this case, as your first task is to re-read our mission files. I know you have read most of them, one of the reasons I encouraged this is because you are alarmingly organized and determined, but I want you more immediately familiar with them." Marie-Ange answered. "Not all of them tonight, but you should have a plan and an understanding of the current priority matters. And you already know the login to the Snow Valley grubhub account." She nodded at Clea, with a smile. "Or doordash, or uber eats, whichever is least annoying this week."
Clea nodded, already planning on how to schedule re-reading mission files. Probably start with the most frequent ones and work her way back. "If I read them all tonight, I should get a trophy or something." Clea was only kidding, she really wasn't planning on staying after 10pm. "And I'll send out an email asking if anyone wants to stay for dinner. Wouldn't be fair if I brought in great aroma and not sharing."
"If you read them all in one night I am having you sent to the doctor for exhaustion or possession." Marie-Ange said. "You are going to get ten answers from nine people if you ask what they want to order, make a decision about where to order from before you send that email."
"As long as it is Doctor Grey, she is nice." Clea smiled and then nodded. "Curry it is. Everyone likes curry."
Clea entered Marie-Ange office and took a seat in front of her, "I need to talk to you". It was only a few short days that Clea had returned from Madripoor with Kevin and had a serious conversation with Steve, but her mind was made up.
"Of course." Marie-Ange hadn't wanted to push, Clea was not the kind of woman who required it - she'd asked for the job in the first place, she had jumped on the chance to go to Madripoor, and it would be disrespectful to not let her make her own decisions. "Open door or closed door talk?"
Clea looked at the door for a moment and then closed it. "Not that we need the privacy." Taking a seat and looked right at Marie-Ange, "Kevin said I should talk to you once I made up my mind. And after lot of self-reflecting, I talked to Steve, I talked to Cata...I want to do more."
Oh. This was how he felt. Marie-Ange gave a silent apology to old friends, and then nodded. "Well, this is the first time someone has consulted their cat before asking me this, but I agree, your potential is wasted at that desk, no matter how much I enjoy the organizational skills."
Clea smirked, "Well Cata isn't exactly a normal cat. You know she was the size of a large car before...." She rubbed her brow, "We were young fools, but we saved her." She couldn't help but laugh at that. "Oh good, I thought I was going to get the 'make sure you really want this' talk that Kevin seems to give me ever so often."
"Please, no car sized cats in the office." Marie-Ange said. "Unless we get car-sized rats, in which case please, ask the cat to be large." She waved a hand in the general vague direction of Kevin's office. "If Kevin could not scare you off with Madripoor, then I am certainly not going to. He sent updates, you did well enough for what little operational training you've had."
Smirking at her boss, "Promise." Was that a sense of pride she felt that Kevin said she did well? Yes, probably. "Must be the spy movies." Clea joked. "But I do want to learn more."
Her answer was a nod, and then Marie-Ange tapped her keyboard a few times, and Clea's phone buzzed repeatedly, with the sound of easily a dozen incoming meeting requests. "Training. Observation skills, hand to hand combat, basic tracking and spycraft." She paused to consider what else she'd seeded her draft folder with. "I set you an appointment at a gun range, but Doug has not accepted the invite yet, so that may be rescheduled. You are going to be a busy young woman for a few months."
As soon as her phone was buzzing, she pulled it out to see the plethora of invites. "You do deliver when someone says they want to learn more." Her blue eyes looked up at the other woman. "Very busy. Seems my training starts tonight? Really? Should I order some food?"
"You should always order food, but especially in this case, as your first task is to re-read our mission files. I know you have read most of them, one of the reasons I encouraged this is because you are alarmingly organized and determined, but I want you more immediately familiar with them." Marie-Ange answered. "Not all of them tonight, but you should have a plan and an understanding of the current priority matters. And you already know the login to the Snow Valley grubhub account." She nodded at Clea, with a smile. "Or doordash, or uber eats, whichever is least annoying this week."
Clea nodded, already planning on how to schedule re-reading mission files. Probably start with the most frequent ones and work her way back. "If I read them all tonight, I should get a trophy or something." Clea was only kidding, she really wasn't planning on staying after 10pm. "And I'll send out an email asking if anyone wants to stay for dinner. Wouldn't be fair if I brought in great aroma and not sharing."
"If you read them all in one night I am having you sent to the doctor for exhaustion or possession." Marie-Ange said. "You are going to get ten answers from nine people if you ask what they want to order, make a decision about where to order from before you send that email."
"As long as it is Doctor Grey, she is nice." Clea smiled and then nodded. "Curry it is. Everyone likes curry."
