xp_logs | IM log: Nathan and That Old Rat Bastard--pardon me, MacInnis

Simonides: Hello, Nathan.
GunForHire: Fuck.
GunForHire: MacInnis? What the hell do you want?
Simonides: I have some information for you.
GunForHire: Unless it involves Mistra planning to attack the school, I'm not interested.
Simonides: Don't let your gut reaction get in the way, son. I know I'm not your favorite person. But you're going to want to hear this.
GunForHire: Don't fucking call me that.
Simonides: I have the blueprints and security details on a Mistra training facility in Vermont. Six, possible seven kids undergoing first-generation conditioning.
GunForHire: They're splitting them off into cells?
GunForHire: Wait. You're coming to me why? What are your own people doing?
Simonides: We can't get there.
GunForHire: Why?
Simonides: I can't tell you.
GunForHire: Oh. Great. Yeah, here we go again... I'm supposed to trust you?
Simonides: Settle down, Nathan. That'll be your decision. But I do have the information, and you need to decide whether or not you want to pick up my slack and see if you can get these kids out.
GunForHire: You fucking son of a bitch.
Simonides: Look, if you want to swear at me, go ahead. I don't blame you, and this conversation will go a lot smoother if you get it out now.
GunForHire: ... fine. Where's this information.
Simonides: Sending it to you now.
GunForHire: Got it.
GunForHire: It strikes me that this could be a very elaborate set-up.
Simonides: Mine, for you?
GunForHire: Or theirs, for you. Or me. Figured out why they sent me out again so fast in August yet?
Simonides: If I had to guess? The conditioning team saw me in your mind.
GunForHire: I thought that might be it.
Simonides: What's past is past, Nathan. There's no way I can get any of my people to that safehouse within the next few weeks. And those kids have been there for eight weeks already.
GunForHire: Eight weeks... they've have started with the compartmentalization already.
Simonides: I know.
GunForHire: Damn you.
Simonides: I know this has got to scare you, Nathan. But you and the X-Men are right there. It's practically in your backyard.
GunForHire: I'll talk to Wisdom.
Simonides: You do that. Should be everything the two of you need in that file I just sent you.
GunForHire: If this is you pulling on my strings again...
Simonides: You don't have any strings left to pull, son.
GunForHire: Stop calling me that.
Simonides: Let me know what you decide. There's a contact email attached to that file.
Simonides: I think you'll do the right thing.
***Simonides has signed off.