Monster Mash | Acquisitions
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xp_logsWhile cycling the local drop points in Manhattan, Darcy ends up with a mysterious package.
The New York milk run was a bit of a joke around Snow Valley. It was a collection of drop points around Manhattan for a bunch of different contacts; mostly law enforcement and municipal politics, letting Snow Valley know what was happening. Most of the intel they ended up passing on to the X-Men and X-Factor. But it was still a legitimate run, and it tended to be the first one any new member training ran. Originally, it had been Jubilee's run, and had passed through the ranks over the years, most recently being handled by Topaz and Clea. Now, it was Darcy's.
While it might be simple and low threat, they had learned occasionally Kevin liked to switch forms and check up on them, and half assing it or not using proper procedures meant a dressing down and being benched for weeks. As a result, they all still approached it with the same seriousness as one of the more dangerous runs. In this case, the drop outside of Canal and Mott had a chalk mark over the phone on the side of the phone icon for the payphone; a signal that a meet-up was needed. From this drop, it was the alley behind the Asian bakeries that was the assigned point, and Darcy was facing her first real spy encounter.
Darcy approached the drop site slowly but casually, slipping down the alley like she did it every day. She was early--not absurdly so, but enough that her contact hadn't appeared yet, so she leaned against one of the walls and let the half-shadows and dumpster mostly obscure her from view, eyes alert on the entrances to the area she was in.
After a while, a short Asian woman approached her, looking suspiciously around. "You One-forty?" She said, almost braced to run.
"I am." Darcy pushed off the wall nonchalantly, fingers wrapped around the taser in her coat pocket.
"I have-I shit... what's the damn codeword? The codeword for... Mayflower! Mayflower!" She said, completing the code sequence for the run. Only an asset would know both terms for this specific drop.
"What do you have for me?" Darcy's voice was wary, and she stayed out of arm's reach.
"Here." She pushed over a paper wrapped package. "Estate auction in New England. Should have never been there but it was. Tell Sydney it's dangerous. Too dangerous. I already have people on me."
"We'll get it taken care of. Can I... help you with anything else?" Darcy took the package with reluctance, tucking it into the bottom of her satchel.
"Get it somewhere safe!" She hissed before turning and heading back out into the street. In moments, she'd disappeared out into the crowd.
Darcy shot a text to Kevin and waited a few moments before slipping out of the alley, making sure any markings were gone as she made her way back to the Mansion.
Meanwhile, leaning against a wall, Satanna watched her leave. She was a fraction of her old self, having clawed back out of Hell and burned through her cache of souls to do it. Her initial thoughts had been revenge, but instead, she'd been patient. Watching people and patterns, finding this route while watching Sydney for months. Eventually, she'd learned enough to figure out the emergency signal, and when she'd 'panicked' about remembering the codeword, it had brought it to the top of the woman's surface thoughts. Just a bit of subtle work on the already impressive triggers the poor girl had installed in her head made it easy to make her not question too closely. The succubus side of her wondered who was already twisting her into a fuckdoll worthy of her respect, but it was immaterial.
The book would end up in the mansion. The people who cost her Worthington's delicious soul and so many others would tear each other apart. And if she was very lucky, that loathsome changeling would die last, painfully, surrounded by the people he failed.
The New York milk run was a bit of a joke around Snow Valley. It was a collection of drop points around Manhattan for a bunch of different contacts; mostly law enforcement and municipal politics, letting Snow Valley know what was happening. Most of the intel they ended up passing on to the X-Men and X-Factor. But it was still a legitimate run, and it tended to be the first one any new member training ran. Originally, it had been Jubilee's run, and had passed through the ranks over the years, most recently being handled by Topaz and Clea. Now, it was Darcy's.
While it might be simple and low threat, they had learned occasionally Kevin liked to switch forms and check up on them, and half assing it or not using proper procedures meant a dressing down and being benched for weeks. As a result, they all still approached it with the same seriousness as one of the more dangerous runs. In this case, the drop outside of Canal and Mott had a chalk mark over the phone on the side of the phone icon for the payphone; a signal that a meet-up was needed. From this drop, it was the alley behind the Asian bakeries that was the assigned point, and Darcy was facing her first real spy encounter.
Darcy approached the drop site slowly but casually, slipping down the alley like she did it every day. She was early--not absurdly so, but enough that her contact hadn't appeared yet, so she leaned against one of the walls and let the half-shadows and dumpster mostly obscure her from view, eyes alert on the entrances to the area she was in.
After a while, a short Asian woman approached her, looking suspiciously around. "You One-forty?" She said, almost braced to run.
"I am." Darcy pushed off the wall nonchalantly, fingers wrapped around the taser in her coat pocket.
"I have-I shit... what's the damn codeword? The codeword for... Mayflower! Mayflower!" She said, completing the code sequence for the run. Only an asset would know both terms for this specific drop.
"What do you have for me?" Darcy's voice was wary, and she stayed out of arm's reach.
"Here." She pushed over a paper wrapped package. "Estate auction in New England. Should have never been there but it was. Tell Sydney it's dangerous. Too dangerous. I already have people on me."
"We'll get it taken care of. Can I... help you with anything else?" Darcy took the package with reluctance, tucking it into the bottom of her satchel.
"Get it somewhere safe!" She hissed before turning and heading back out into the street. In moments, she'd disappeared out into the crowd.
Darcy shot a text to Kevin and waited a few moments before slipping out of the alley, making sure any markings were gone as she made her way back to the Mansion.
Meanwhile, leaning against a wall, Satanna watched her leave. She was a fraction of her old self, having clawed back out of Hell and burned through her cache of souls to do it. Her initial thoughts had been revenge, but instead, she'd been patient. Watching people and patterns, finding this route while watching Sydney for months. Eventually, she'd learned enough to figure out the emergency signal, and when she'd 'panicked' about remembering the codeword, it had brought it to the top of the woman's surface thoughts. Just a bit of subtle work on the already impressive triggers the poor girl had installed in her head made it easy to make her not question too closely. The succubus side of her wondered who was already twisting her into a fuckdoll worthy of her respect, but it was immaterial.
The book would end up in the mansion. The people who cost her Worthington's delicious soul and so many others would tear each other apart. And if she was very lucky, that loathsome changeling would die last, painfully, surrounded by the people he failed.
