Jubilee and Marie-Ange, office chatter
Jul. 10th, 2020 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_tarot posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
xp_logsJubilee and Marie-Ange have a brief professional conversation. X-Force things. And feet on desks.
"Like, remind me the next time I go to Russia that I should try and get North to go instead. I mean, sure, alcohol totally doesn't stick around in my body for long but it also like, hits me twice as hard while it's there."
Jubilee dumped her backpack on the other chair in Marie-Ange's office and slumped gratefully into the one directly in front.
"Also, we still have contacts in Russia willing to work with us, so there's that."
"I would hope so, we worked hard to re-build those connections." Marie-Ange did not even look up from her screen as she answered. "No movement on any of our particular... interesting issues in Russia?"
"Nothing so far. I asked Kev to see if he could do some looking just in case, since he has all that CIA experience but not even a whiff on the ground at the moment."
Jubilee pulled a packet of Twizzlers out of her coat pocket and offered one to Marie-Ange and reminded herself that putting her feet on the desk would get her a 'look', which was always at least twice as intense now her friend had only one eye. She had no idea how Marie-Ange accomplished it, probably some form of red-head magic. She was pretty sure that Jean could do the same, if Jean only had one eye that was. Jubilee made a note never to actually share that thought with any of them.
"I need to go to the Ukraine sometime next month though, there's been some movement on that mutant organ trade link we found. Assholes using the tensions to make bank on 'unwanteds'. I'm just waiting to hear back from our contacts in the area. Might take one of the others with me for backup in case we find anything solid."
"There are always people trying to capitalize on misery." Marie-Ange said. "Significant movement, or just rumors?"
“Rumors still. But if they pan out, it could lead to something significant. We’ll need to move fast unless we want them in the wind again. Bastards have to have some kind of telepath or psychic working with them. We’ve come too close, like, any number of times and then, bam, nothing.”
"They are going to end up in the wind. We do not have the resources to move fast." Which was the same thing Marie-Ange had been saying for months, but it was still true.
“We could flag them for the locals, but that whole region is one step up from total anarchy right now.”
This was what they had to work with. Jubilee was used to working with almost nothing but it didn’t make it any better. There were options but nothing good.
“Or I can let them go, follow them back and blow up anything I find at the source. Gas leaks happen.”
"Flag it and see what Kevin and David think, but I think we need to let it go. Russia and that part of Eastern Europe are just going to be too much for us to manage." Marie-Ange said, wearily. "Or find me at least two more people, both of whom cannot have anemia, other jobs or any sort of personal life."
“You say this like you wouldn’t immediately murder anyone I would recruit.”
Jubilee decided to take the risk and rested her feet against the edge of Marie-Ange’s desk.
“I’ll talk to them. Maybe they have something up their sleeves. Either that or we start using cloning technology. I’m sure Emma knows someone, or has people for that. Just think, we could all have mini mes.”
Marie-Ange gestured, and an imaged imp pulled itself out of her laptop screen and strutted over to push Jubilee's feet off the edge of the desk. "You could recruit me two weasels in a sack of ice and I would consider it. We are too spread out to be effective globally, and too much of the team is damaged. Find me people."
Jubilee mentally placed a tick in the imaginary box of ‘$5 I owe myself for being right’ but didn’t put her feet back up on the table.
“Do I get to expense looking for these people we don’t have yet? Cause, Dude, I know a few islands I can totally find people on.”
"If you put a real profile for a real potential agent on my desk I will send you to any tropical island you want and I will pay for your pineapple drinks." Marie-Ange said tiredly. "In the meantime, give the Eastern Europe information to David and Kevin, see what they think."
“Gotcha, but I’m still never calling you boss.”
Jubilee stood and gave Marie-Ange what looked like a version of the Rimmer salute from Red Dwarf before walking out with a grin.
"Like, remind me the next time I go to Russia that I should try and get North to go instead. I mean, sure, alcohol totally doesn't stick around in my body for long but it also like, hits me twice as hard while it's there."
Jubilee dumped her backpack on the other chair in Marie-Ange's office and slumped gratefully into the one directly in front.
"Also, we still have contacts in Russia willing to work with us, so there's that."
"I would hope so, we worked hard to re-build those connections." Marie-Ange did not even look up from her screen as she answered. "No movement on any of our particular... interesting issues in Russia?"
"Nothing so far. I asked Kev to see if he could do some looking just in case, since he has all that CIA experience but not even a whiff on the ground at the moment."
Jubilee pulled a packet of Twizzlers out of her coat pocket and offered one to Marie-Ange and reminded herself that putting her feet on the desk would get her a 'look', which was always at least twice as intense now her friend had only one eye. She had no idea how Marie-Ange accomplished it, probably some form of red-head magic. She was pretty sure that Jean could do the same, if Jean only had one eye that was. Jubilee made a note never to actually share that thought with any of them.
"I need to go to the Ukraine sometime next month though, there's been some movement on that mutant organ trade link we found. Assholes using the tensions to make bank on 'unwanteds'. I'm just waiting to hear back from our contacts in the area. Might take one of the others with me for backup in case we find anything solid."
"There are always people trying to capitalize on misery." Marie-Ange said. "Significant movement, or just rumors?"
“Rumors still. But if they pan out, it could lead to something significant. We’ll need to move fast unless we want them in the wind again. Bastards have to have some kind of telepath or psychic working with them. We’ve come too close, like, any number of times and then, bam, nothing.”
"They are going to end up in the wind. We do not have the resources to move fast." Which was the same thing Marie-Ange had been saying for months, but it was still true.
“We could flag them for the locals, but that whole region is one step up from total anarchy right now.”
This was what they had to work with. Jubilee was used to working with almost nothing but it didn’t make it any better. There were options but nothing good.
“Or I can let them go, follow them back and blow up anything I find at the source. Gas leaks happen.”
"Flag it and see what Kevin and David think, but I think we need to let it go. Russia and that part of Eastern Europe are just going to be too much for us to manage." Marie-Ange said, wearily. "Or find me at least two more people, both of whom cannot have anemia, other jobs or any sort of personal life."
“You say this like you wouldn’t immediately murder anyone I would recruit.”
Jubilee decided to take the risk and rested her feet against the edge of Marie-Ange’s desk.
“I’ll talk to them. Maybe they have something up their sleeves. Either that or we start using cloning technology. I’m sure Emma knows someone, or has people for that. Just think, we could all have mini mes.”
Marie-Ange gestured, and an imaged imp pulled itself out of her laptop screen and strutted over to push Jubilee's feet off the edge of the desk. "You could recruit me two weasels in a sack of ice and I would consider it. We are too spread out to be effective globally, and too much of the team is damaged. Find me people."
Jubilee mentally placed a tick in the imaginary box of ‘$5 I owe myself for being right’ but didn’t put her feet back up on the table.
“Do I get to expense looking for these people we don’t have yet? Cause, Dude, I know a few islands I can totally find people on.”
"If you put a real profile for a real potential agent on my desk I will send you to any tropical island you want and I will pay for your pineapple drinks." Marie-Ange said tiredly. "In the meantime, give the Eastern Europe information to David and Kevin, see what they think."
“Gotcha, but I’m still never calling you boss.”
Jubilee stood and gave Marie-Ange what looked like a version of the Rimmer salute from Red Dwarf before walking out with a grin.
