Tyroc, Mimic
“No, boy, I meant for dinner. The soup is no bother, you go along with Tyrone, and I’ll let you know when it’s ready,” Mama says to Miguel. “Besides, I have Alita to help me here. If a girl’s gonna hang onto a man for any length, she’s got to know her way around a kitchen,” she adds, looking to Alita, who only smiles shyly in reply.
Misha
Jennifer signs the bottle, which makes Gwen quite happy. As the evening passes, everyone becomes more comfortable. Jennifer relaxes and enjoys the evening, Gwen opens up a little bit and Jerry probably has a couple too many beers after the champagne is gone, and you talk them into taking a cab home afterwards.
“Oh, Misha, it’s not so bad,” Jennifer tells you as you walk. “True, some of the members are teenaged, and truthfully, I didn’t choose them myself. But this is a hardly another Legacy. You, Tyroc and Edwards have field experience of one type or another. You will compliment each other and the rest of the team well.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “I need to remember who I’m talking to. The enthusiastic optimism can begin tomorrow.” She turns to you with a serious look. “I happen to agree with you for the most part. I’ve fought both against and alongside many of these eiltes, and, yes, they are quite capable. “But I did not want Aaron on the team. Or this Masters girl. They’re both too young. There is little time for training, the group literally needs to be mission ready tomorrow. That’s difficult enough to pull off with seasoned vets, let alone a group of virtual greenhorns.
“While I don’t expect you to ‘babysit’, I do hope you would…mentor, perhaps is a better word, some of the less experienced members. For the time being, while the team is headquartered at Freedom Plaza, everyone will be answerable to me. And I will let everyone know tomorrow, in no uncertain terms, what is expected of them. If anyone finds that unreasonable, they needn’t sign on.”
She smiles at your final comment. “My own teammates still don’t know I once worked for ACE, though they have become aware of its existence. A police officer? That’s not too much of a stretch,” she says, nodding.
Blizzard
“Freedom Plaza? Here’s hoping its so you can replace that dork, Neutron, on AF,” Random says, rolling his eyes.
“Legbreakers? Hey, we just perform a service, we’re not just a bunch of hired thugs,” he replies, sounding a bit hurt. “The government lets us do our job because there’s a need for it. They protect public interests, we do the same for private firms and individuals. We try to keep collateral damage to a minimum because our employer has to pay for it, and if we bring back a bill too large, too often, we won’t have many clients before long. But what can I say, it comes with the territory,” he says with a shrug.
“Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you knew about your car, and to apologize, of course. Good luck with whatever it is you’re doing in New York,” he says with a wave before disappearing from sight.
Shimmering Samurai
Dan looks back at you in absolute shock as you pull back his hand and the needle, obviously wondering how you came out of your stupor so quickly. You look down at the needle. It’s an empty syringe, meant for drawing blood. His eyes flick about to see if anyone else had noticed what’s going on, but no one seems to have yet.
