CH2A: Cavelier recruiting seminar. (Mir and Qui)

[doc]

Revenant sighs. "Hello. Want to talk? OR Do I get to give Marlow a live fire test run?"

[Renekin Skywalker]

(Revenant)
"You should be sleeping." Says the lead cubicle farmhand. "You've got a long day ahead." As he comes into the light, he adds. "Also, you don't want them knowing you're here, or it'll ruin the plan."

[doc]

"Great. Care to tell me the plan this time? So we can avoid these mistakes?" Turns to see the person in question.

[kurff]

Quinn went off to the change room. He still needed to look into getting outside sources and link up with out technical sources. In his practical experience in the resistance he knew surprises were needed.

This meant being able to pull rabbits out of hats, so to speak. Quinn liked to have an ear to the ground and the less savroy elements had that sort info.

[Renekin Skywalker]

(Revenant)
"Well, here, let me spell it out, for you." He says, and yes, it's his manager... uhmm... Louis Verritellio. "If you are seen as being a member of Secotr 10, already, your cover is blown. It's bad enough Karson's already calling you apoor team player. If you want that live-fire test, you had better stop acting like we're your paycheck. Got it?"

(Quinn)
Any thoughts on the kind of place Quinn'll be going? Or will he be standing on the street corner effectively asking how to get to the Nuclear wessels in Alamida ( )? Don't forget that he's been running and learning to be a team player all day, and will be doing so again, tomorrow.

(Miranda)
There's a knock on the kitchen wall.

[doc]

Revenant sighs. "Lou. it's part of the cover. You ever see half these superhumans? They're cowboys; undisciplined, emotional and completely contemptous of authority. And Karson might be using a soft touch, but it doesn't change the fact that he's a drill sargeant at heart. He has to appear to 'break me' or he'll be even more suspicious of me. Anyway, email me the data on my cover to my home computer so we don't have this problem again." Revenant gets up and takes his car home.

[Mierin]

Miranda smirks at the sound of the knocking and wanders into her kitchen. Going to where Charger had shown her where the dumb waiter was, she knocks on the wall in response to the knocking with a grin to the tune of 'Shave and a haircut, two bits'

[Renekin Skywalker]

(Miranda)
Charger taps back and waits for her to open. When she does, he says, "You're quite on your way to being a spy your self, my dear."

(Revenant)
When Revenant gets home, he finds an e-mail from Louis in his personal inbox. I'll only say this once. If you want to field test that gun of yours, don't come into the office until you're called to check in. You won't get to know your group if you do.

(Quinn?)

[kurff]

Quinn decided to head home and get on-line. He spent most of the day learning the city and the Villains and heroes it had.

Knowing who was locked up on the island and those that could help was essential. He'd go out and find places the best information dealers hung out.

He recalled "Fat cat" being an ally to the resistance. It was time to look his counter part up, find out if he was going to be any use. Once night came he'd go there and try get a gig to better know the place.

[Mierin]

Miranda smirks at Charger and says "Not really. I'll just be working to help clean up the streets and making them safer. I'll just be doing it in a more official capacity. Maybe this time I won't get arrested." Miranda smirks as she waits for a response.

[Renekin Skywalker]

(Quinn)
His internet searches brought up a large number of potentials he could look into... well, that had made the press. How to find them still wasn't evident.

"Fat cat" resulted in over 2.8 million hits on the search engine. Would there be a more specific way to searh?

(Miranda)
"Ooh, lah-dee-dah, little Miss Won't-Get-Arrested." Charger answers, smirking himself... well, or the mask indicating it. "Anyways, I have a less official offer, if you're interested."

[Mierin]

Miranda raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "What kind of offer?" she asks.

[kurff]

Quinn thought a bit looking at the hits. Fat cat was a smuggler and criminal operator. He spent most of his days sponsoring others. He did a search for a business that "Fat cat" could filter money through. Even if he was in Gramercary he would need a business front to maintain his portfolio.

He also checked names he knew from Resistance network files on both allies and enemies from his dimension. With any luck some would be identical. this new dimension likely had a few faces he would know.

[Renekin Skywalker]

(Miranda)
"The kind that pays." Charger says, rather "Duh"-ish. His escher-esque position doing little to make the moment feel like anything cloak-and-daggery. "The kind that would get you in trouble with your little toolbox."

(Quin)
There's a knock on the door.

(Revenent)
The gun's dats feed continued as its night-time music playlist continued in his head... stalling randomly, since the data-feeds still haven't been fully synched, yet.

[doc]

The gun's Alarm will wake Revenant early so he can get in his morning routine: 1 hour of running thru the city, an hour of weight training, followed by 30 minutes of quick-draw practice (He practices in front of his TV screen, which is hooked up to his computer, which randomly samples from a large number of quick-draw/showdown scenes from over 2000 westerns and Gun-Fu movies). He will then have a quick breakfast and report for training.