4133/About A School pt.4 - Never Go Undercover with Murdock!

About A School pt.4 - Never Go Undercover with Murdock!
Date of Scene:	22 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Daredevil

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica has been quiet the entire ride back to the Alias Investigations office, but it was a calm before the storm kind of quiet. Matt didn't need super sensory powers to tell just how seething she was. No doubt she was casting useless glares his way throughout. It's only after they're inside her office, and the door is slammed shut that she cries out, "what the fuck, Matt!? APRIL!? Are you fucking kidding me!? We discussed it before hand! Those guys supposedly have a telepath, but they didn't need one!"

There's no guessing necessary as to why her drawer was opened so aggressively, as the sound that follows is a bottle being picked up, a cap being thrown against the wall, and then Jessica chugging like a pro. Well, she is one when it comes to drinking.

Daredevil has posed:
Sloppy got you dead, that was what Matt was taught and there was no denying he'd been sloppy. Matt grimaces, "You're right, I lost focus and screwed up," he says in that quiet tone of his. He lets out a breath, "My mind was elsewhere and I slipped, but, I think they bought our excuse, their heart rates sounded normal when we were leaving," he says frowning. "Anyhow, you can keep my cut of the money for the case," a tight smile. "Call it penance."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"She wasn't even a telepath, the one we were supposedly warned about, what made you stress out and slip on the name...?" The question is asked in a rare moment Jess removes the bottle from her lips to take some air, "seriously, she was a rather sweet young woman...there was no pressure in that scenario...until you made us sound like investigative reporters."

She shakes her head and groans in annoyance, "because I saved the whole thing with the BS story about a middle name, I still don't get how they didn't call us out on the spot." She takes a deep breath, and doesn't think twice of the offered penance, "I'll take it. I'm just glad whoever hired me was wrong in his assumption, if he was right, we'd both be dead about now..."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt puts his cane by the door and makes his way to one of the chairs by Jessica's desk. "Oh, late nights," he sinks down. "Heavy case load," he ponder his next words for a moment, he felt stupid saying them, but he felt he owed Jessica that along with the money, "A girl," he adds. "I know, armature move, but it seems like the place was alright, or, like you said, we'd be dead right now."

He frowns at that.

"If you want me to double check, I can put on the suit, take another look at night."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Yes, we very well would have been dead, luckily it's just a school. Perhaps one that harbors, if doesn't outright develops mutants' abilities....but who cares? They're down trodden enough, it's only for the best if they have a haven somewhere...I didn't get a para-militant group vibe over there, did you?" Jessica asks, wondering what might have been the angle of the guy who hied her for that case. "Either way, I'm not setting foot there again. It was embarrassing." She looks highly skeptical when Matt suggests a return, and takes another swig of whiskey, "bad idea, Matt. Down right horrid idea. You did look good as the proud father though. I'll give you that."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt nods in the direction of the bottle, "Got another of those?" he asks with a wry smile. "And yes, definitely seemed to have its share of mutants, but if its so bland, why does your client care?" he asks before adding the disclaimer, "If you're able to share."

That last bit gets a proper smile out of Matt. "I'll take your word for it," he says. "By the sound of the fabric of that dress and the click of those heels you probably look pretty good yourself," he says before raising a hand. "I swear I won't tell a soul," he says.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Oh please, you know I do...what's your poison Murdock?" Jessica gives the man credit for knowing his booze, and if he knows Jessica, he can expect a selection that wouldn't be out of place in an actual bar. "That's it, I'm not sure if he means them harm, or if he is looking to assist a mutant and wanted to be sure the place would be a fitting one...I'll need to check before I make up my mind."

There's a moment of silence when Matt notes how he knows what Jessica was wearing on that evening, not that it could have possibly been that big of a secret, he is very keen. Then she mutters, "that didn't happen, I'll deny if you say otherwise. I'm returning it to the store tomorrow."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt smiles, "Wouldn't have asked otherwise," he says, "Knob Hill, please," he says. "So basically what our cover personas were doing, weird that he didn't go himself," he says, there's a shift of Matt's head the mention of checking things out with the client, "If I can be any help there," he says.

That moment of silence is met with a grin, one that is coupled with a heh of laugh when she mentions it's borrowed. "Lips are sealed...mostly."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Coming right up," Jessica notes and Matt can hear her pacing about the room, before some books get shoved aside -- the places she hides her booze -- and then a bottle that's about a quarter full gets tossed his way. She fully expects him to catch it. "Bottom's up," she notes before taking another swig from her J&B. "Yeah, I don't keep stuff like that in my closet...I don't do prissy."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt smiles to himself as he hears Jess rummaging around until she finds the bottle, he snags it out of the air. "Prissy?" he asks, pretending to sound hurt. "Good thing I didn't ask for Glenlivet."

When in Rome! Matt unscrews the top and tosses it the wall, only to have it ricochet and land in Jess' trash bin. He takes a swing to cover a smug grin. He goes to the sofa where he'd neatly folded his suit jacket, when he switched to his proud father sweater. He digs inside the fabric until he finds something and produces it, a flash drive. "Got something I was hoping you'd take a look at for me," he says holding up the drive for a beat. "It's a copy of those Index files."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I was talking about the stupid dress, not the booze," Jessica laughs, seems like Matt has managed once again to find a way to get to her, and ease her mood. "Why would you think I'd call you a priss over Bourbon?"

When he one ups her, by tossing the cap, only to have it riccochet into the trash bin, Jessica snorts, "show off."

She then moves to slump in her chair, turning her computer on, "now that sounds interesting, those assholes aired out some shit about me too...I was of the mind to hunt them down and have a word. This helps."

Daredevil has posed:
"Ah," Matt chuckles good naturedly about his mistake, allowing, "Good point."

"What? Did it go in?" Matt asks playing up the blind thing with a smile.
Once he has the drive he tosses it to Jessica. "Then be my guest, just need you to confirm I'm not on there anywhere, I'd check myself but the file doesn't work with my braille monitor," he says. "After that though, it's all yours."

He crosses the distance to the desk and takes another swig of the bourbon. "Anyhow, really going after these guys?" he asks.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Oh you know it went in, don't play dumb with me Murdock!" Jess groans, already full aware of Matt's capabilities, "you're a goddamned blind ninja, and I know all about it."

Catching up the driver, she puts down the now empty bottle, and hooks the driver to the computer as she starts browsing through files, "well, let's take a look..." she strategically doesn't answer the last question, likely not having made her own mind yet.

Daredevil has posed:
Matt continues to grin, "Most people just call me Daredevil," a beat. "Or Devilboy. But Blind Ninja works," he jokes.

He makes it over to the desk, but lingers at the side of it rather than leaning over Jess' shoulder. No point right.

The drive loads up, it was a ton of files, nothing too special, easy enough to find a file you're looking for if you can see. There are a lot of names, about two-thousand in total, including Jessica's own, but no Murdock. Or Cage, or Rand, guess Jess was just lucky.

"So, does it work?" Matt asks.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"What can I say, I could have been a poet," Jessica snorts, as she keeps clicking away on mouse buttons and keys, before eventually calling out, "hey, we got something else to drink to, you're not on the list Murdock, SHIELD must really hate you. But that's a good thing that they're not interested."

"Yeah, it definitely works...and I'll have to pay these idiots a visit if I manage to track them."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt grins, "Clearly, the world of poetry weeps for your loss," he says, before he goes quiet to wait for the results of the search, when the news comes his relief is palpable. He exhales, "I'll drink to that," he says and does. "Glad they're not interested, the fewer people who know-" he smirks, head turned Jessica's way, no point in repeating what she already knew. "Anyhow, thank you," he says. "And if you need back up when you track these guys, you know where to find me."