Post by Crow on Jun 18, 2013 16:31:40 GMT -5
Crow sat alone in a tiny diner, booth empty save for a mug of coffee and a napkin dispenser. The place was surprisingly busy, given its size; most of the other seats were occupied. None of them had anyone she recognized, which she was counting as a good thing. Crow hadn't picked this particular meeting spot, so staying on the cautious side had seemed like a solid plan. Busy was good. Too noisy to make eavesdropping easy was good. Busy with ordinary people, ready to act as witnesses or call the police, was even better. She'd already done a very careful check of her coffee to make sure it wasn't poisoned, and she wasn't about to order any other food. When the Brotherhood was concerned, she could never be too careful.
As far as she knew, the terrorist organization wanted to stay on her good side. She'd helped them out a few times, directly and indirectly. Save one unfortunate incident with Sabretooth, she'd gotten along well with most of their members. They wanted her fully on their side, and, although she had absolutely no intentions of actually joining them, she was willing to entertain the possibility. If only to keep their relations peaceful. Oddly enough, she'd found that mutant terrorists made for good neighbors. The Brotherhood kept SHIELD busy so they'd ignore her, and, as long as they didn't blow up anything she liked, she didn't damn well care what they did to the city. And so she'd agreed to talk to them. To...consider...their offer.
The clientele of the diner seemed to be mainly businesspeople on lunch break. Forgoing her usual homeless attire, Crow had dressed to blend in with them. She was clean, neat, and professional. A long-sleeved blouse hid the most noticeable of her scars—one that was due in part to Sabretooth, incidentally—and, save for her rail-thin figure and predatory gaze, she could have just been any other young professional. It was a good place to do business; no one would notice anything odd about a lunch meeting here. It couldn't hurt that this particular diner was fairly close to that secret Brotherhood base that she wasn't supposed to know about. Saved them from having to travel on her account.
Crow sipped her coffee slowly, eyes on the crowd in front of her. She'd picked this particular booth carefully; it gave her a good view of both exits, and nearly every other table in the diner. As far as she could tell, no one else here was a Brotherhood member; there was no sign of anyone paying much attention to her, and no smell of fear or aggression on the air. The healthy supply of rats that lived in the walls of the kitchen had already informed her that there had been no recent changes in staff. Absolutely nothing suspicious. It was still a few minutes early, but she could wait.
As far as she knew, the terrorist organization wanted to stay on her good side. She'd helped them out a few times, directly and indirectly. Save one unfortunate incident with Sabretooth, she'd gotten along well with most of their members. They wanted her fully on their side, and, although she had absolutely no intentions of actually joining them, she was willing to entertain the possibility. If only to keep their relations peaceful. Oddly enough, she'd found that mutant terrorists made for good neighbors. The Brotherhood kept SHIELD busy so they'd ignore her, and, as long as they didn't blow up anything she liked, she didn't damn well care what they did to the city. And so she'd agreed to talk to them. To...consider...their offer.
The clientele of the diner seemed to be mainly businesspeople on lunch break. Forgoing her usual homeless attire, Crow had dressed to blend in with them. She was clean, neat, and professional. A long-sleeved blouse hid the most noticeable of her scars—one that was due in part to Sabretooth, incidentally—and, save for her rail-thin figure and predatory gaze, she could have just been any other young professional. It was a good place to do business; no one would notice anything odd about a lunch meeting here. It couldn't hurt that this particular diner was fairly close to that secret Brotherhood base that she wasn't supposed to know about. Saved them from having to travel on her account.
Crow sipped her coffee slowly, eyes on the crowd in front of her. She'd picked this particular booth carefully; it gave her a good view of both exits, and nearly every other table in the diner. As far as she could tell, no one else here was a Brotherhood member; there was no sign of anyone paying much attention to her, and no smell of fear or aggression on the air. The healthy supply of rats that lived in the walls of the kitchen had already informed her that there had been no recent changes in staff. Absolutely nothing suspicious. It was still a few minutes early, but she could wait.