10872/Bounty Research

Bounty Research
Date of Scene:	26 January 2020
Location:	A New York Warehouse
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lex Luthor, Fantomex

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Lex Luthor has posed:
Just like with every potential Light agent, Lex has done his research. An oddity in just about every sense of the word, Fantomex has had investigations done into his background. Underworld circles have been given copious bribes by proxy agents intent on seeking the truth.

You don't get to be in Lex Luthor's position by being stupid, and reckless.

Background checks turn up incredibly concerning information. Rumors are weeded out. Truths are found... and now, the next step is a direct discussion. The call is placed.

In a 'rented' warehouse along the New York waterfront, a half dozen covert mercenaries are in position above, watching. Waiting. Monitoring.

The warehouse itself is dark, empty, seemingly...

Inside the warehouse is where Fantomex was requested by phone.

Fantomex has posed:
It seems quite reckless Fantomex would take mercenary contracts given there is a bounty for his head, but recklessness seems to be the one of the French thief main character traits. At least on the surface. Simple heist he made flamboyant and dangerous, for himself and others. Yet dangerous, near impossible operations have been conducted with extreme discretion.

And when Lex inquired, he found himself being investigated back. The call tracked to the VPN server, the satellite network investigated. All at startling speed.

Nevertheless Fantomex did come. He snuck through the mercenary security and checked the warehouse. All against the advice of his partner, as usual. Only at finding someone else, he 'knocked' at the door. From the inside.

Lex Luthor has posed:
The one at the table glances up as the 'door' is knocked at. A button is pressed underneath the table, and suddenly a single floodlight shines on the table and himself.

The person at the table wears a business suit and glasses, and has neck length blonde hair, with a pair of completely tined black sunglasses.

He very much looks like the MiB type.... and he gestures to the other side of the table. "Please. Sit. My employer would like a word." Comes the baritone of the man.

Fantomex has posed:
Fantomex slowly peers at the blonde man, as if studying a goldfish in a fishbowl. Then slides forward in complete silence. "I would like... introductions first, monsieur," he states in an exaggerated French accent, obviously fake for those who know good French. "For instance, I am Fantomex, thief extraordinary, and sometimes bored enough to take a commission."

He slides behind the man, to peer at the tablet too. "Or are you a minion? A nameless minion? I know they exist in America, but I have yet to find one."

Lex Luthor has posed:
"For this, you do not need to know my name. I am a proxy for another in this instance. Someone whom you will very much want to speak to, given your history and current status as a target for Weapon Plus. This person, however, will only speak with you on their terms. Not yours." The man replies. He follows Fantomex with his head, but does not turn around. There's no fear there. Only a casual acceptance.

The tablet itself appear unremarkable... something you'd see in a Best Buy.

Fantomex has posed:
"A genuine nameless minion! Tres bien!" Replies Fantomex, not reacting at all at the mention of Weapon Plus. "Maybe I will steal you for my collection," he adds, patting the man's head.

Or at least steal his sunglasses, which he actually did with disturbing ease. It might take the blonde man a few seconds to realize they are gone. "I see your boss is one of those guys with pretensions of control. Their terms," he tsks. "Control is an illusion, monsieur. A very fragile one when I am around." A pause, "it is unlikely he will want to get involved in my... ah, disagreement with Weapon Plus. They also have delusions of control, and take poorly when it is taken away along with some of their toys. What can I say? I am a thief."