6685/Sum of the Parts

Sum of the Parts
Date of Scene:	26 February 2019
Location:	Gymnasium - The Triskelion
Synopsis:	Samantha and Micah talk in the gym. May and Skye come in to speak about an old enemy of Micah's.
Cast of Characters:	Foxfire, Nyx, Melinda May, Quake

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Foxfire has posed:
Physical training is something that most agents need. SHIELD expects even the people who spend most of their times in the labs to be fit both in case of emergencies and to meet general agency standards.

Of course for people who DO spend time in the field, like Micah, there's a more personal investment in staying fit. It might keep you alive. That's why Micah is just finishing up a set on the angled chest press. His arms burn and his lungs also burn but hey, he can't expect his armor to do everything can he?

This place is never empty of course though it's emptier at the moment than at peak hours with only a few other agents scattered around the really rather large fitness facility that is the Tri's gym. Most are dressed in something that looks vaguely uniform-ish though Micah is himself dressed in something that looks a lot more tuned to wick heat and moisture. Something that's probably actually a little overkill for what he's doing which it is. This is what he wears inside his armor. It can get hot in there.

"Twenty-three... twenty-four... twenty... five... oy..."

There is, peeking up from his shirt a large ish adhesive bandage.

Nyx has posed:
Samantha is two days out of being a guest of SHIELD. for three weeks.

She has found her requests to get escorted out and about usually go over a lot better in the evening after most staff have gone home for the day. Less potential complicated or collateral damage really. Not that she has done anything other than what she was asked since she got her ass put in the restricted medical suite.

To be fair to SHIELD though, some of the tests are disturbing. The lasers not being lasers. The healing by absorbing metals and regenerating tissue but not the same. Caution isn't without merit around the teenager.

Of course she has no idea what any of it means. No one has told Sam that she isn't healing like a human but rather being replaced by synthetic bit by bit. Micah's explanation of her lasers is a bit to sciency for her as well.

So tonight she asked to go the gym, really she wanted to see what she could lift. She punched Agent Red's hand when he told her too but that didn't do much other than hurt her hand and arm, just for a bit.

Spotting Micah over on the weights brightens Sam up, and she breaks away from the Agent in the Tactical Gear as her escort. "Hey Agent Murphy... that looks pretty light." yeah she is teasing him, feeling pretty good not being locked up all the time these days.

If Deputy Director May or Agent Johnson were looking for them, or her, they are easy to find. Her medical bracelet and the various scanners Skye has on Samantha make that an easy task.

Melinda May has posed:
Perhaps a bit surprisingly, May and Skye are NOT looking for Samantha when they enter the gymnasium. But, they ARE looking for Micah. Well, May is at least. Skye frequently has her own reasons for where she is and what she's doing. If Skye's reasons coincide with May's, that's fine.

Approaching the two, May mentally notes that Micah is exercising while still sporting a fresh injury and stops almost directly behind Sam.

How long does it take for either of them to notice her?

Quake has posed:
Skye, well, it's mostly happenstance that Skye managed to catch up to May on her way to the gym. Skye *had* intended to put some training in - her new abilities were still needing all the refining, and honing, and, as it happened, she'd been discovering some new applications she wanted to play around with. And.. you know, hit up the range afterwards. Her aim had been off since the change and she was working hard on getting back to where she was.

While May waits to be discovered, Skye wanders over to the mats. Close enough to be part of it all, but far enough away to be merely an observer should that be how it goes down.

Mind you, Skye isn't known for keeping her nose out of things.

Foxfire has posed:
"Um..." Micah looks to his weights as Sam notes them or... the lack thereof. It's actually not terrible but it's a far cry from what even the best regular folks here can lift let alone some of the other people who use this place. Some of THEM could lift what Micah has just worn himself out on in one hand. Without especially noticing.

"Maybe a bit Miss Twinning? Samantha? Which do you..."

That's a May. Um...

"... prefer."

It will probably be at that point that Samantha notices Micah looking behind her. Director May he recognizes from the last time they met. Agent Skye... not so much. Micah doesn't keep that kind of rarifed company, being a probie.

"Hello Director? Agent?" That second is to Skye though she's done a good job of positioning and he's not quite sure if she's hovering toward them or just in the general area. There's a question in his voice and the question is 'whaaaaat have I done'?

Oh wait. On second thought there's a good chane he knows.

Nyx has posed:
Well Samantha is feeling spunky tonight. She has been cooped up all day and Micah is an easy target. "Sam or Samantha I guess... my dumb codename I came up with seems sorta moot around here since everyone knows who I am."

She is wearing SHIELD fatigues, she has more than one set but since she needs changes of clothes and didn't exactly pack an overnight bag she just keeps getting issues those and laundry done.

Sam reaches out and picks the weights up and away from Micah, with just one hand. "I was coming down here to see how much I could lift or push or something... the Red Devil guy had me spar with him but I urt myself trying... he is like punching a rock wall... which I do not intend to do ever again."

At that point Sam finally clues into Micah looking past her and then he says Director and Agent. Shit. She almost drops the weights back on Micah as she starts, then turns and almost clocks him in the head with the weights as she tries to see who is right behind her.

It is a near thing but luckily neither happens. Hell Sam is standing up a bit straighter now looking to Skye and May with a similar expression as the tone in Micah's voice.

Melinda May has posed:
May reaches a hand out to stop Sam's failing about with those weights. They might not be super soldier amounts of weight, but they'll still seriously hurt someone if she manages to clock them.

Thankfully, she doesn't.

"Miss Twining. Mr. Murphy. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Except maybe a free weights mishap about to happen. She does also try to gently pull the weights away from Sam, you know, just in case. She won't stop the kid from trying her hand at other weights, but might call over her escort to help spot for the kid. Maybe even teach her the basics of safely handling weights while she pulls Micah aside to speak with him.

Quake has posed:
Skye tries very hard not to look terribly amused by it all. And not just Samantha's surprise, but Micah's. She knew who he was by virtue of her access to personelle files - but by all accounts he had no clue who she was (which really was only odd in the fact she'd been international news not quite a year ago... then again, she did look somewhat different now; not incredibly so, but perhaps enough).

"Hey, Sam," she calls over. "Things going okay?" Of course Skye knows Samantha has been passing through her tests with as close to flying colours as could be said of the things (relatively speaking); more importantly, she'd not set off her tracker with anything untoward since being given freer reign and access to the place.

Foxfire has posed:
Micah probably also wouldn't really expect to run into international terrorists in any place here but the holding cells. Which does betray his lack of knowledge about the organization. He'll get it. Eventually. Probably.

If he doesn't get his head taken off.

"Tell me that Red Devil is just a code-BWAH!" Micah squirms out of the way slightly unnecessarily. It had been a near thing though and as cool is it would look to be calm and collected in the face of whirling weights, he'd rather keep his head. Someone already tried to remove it once today and that's quite enough.

Meet Micah Murphy. Calm in the face of Angels asking for fashion advice, slightly freaked out by heavy objects swinging near his head.

At least Sam seems to know the other agent, which is good. It lets him get up, off the bench and step slightly away from it.

"This about the report I filed earlier, Director? I'm alright, and they're in custody for what it's worth."

Nyx has posed:
Sam looks really sheepish when Micah bwah's and she realizes she almost hit him with his own free weights. She lets May take it from her hand when she pulls gently.

It is a lot heavier than she should be holding one handed, but May well she is made of stern material.

"Not interrupting... uh sorry Micah. Not actually sure what the guy's codename is.. he is a giant Red Devil guy with a big rock hand. He insisted I spare with him after I blew up one of the punching bags hitting it....." Sam still seems sheepish and then steps a tiny bit away from Deputy Director May and Micah looking to Skye. "I'm good. Maybe a little bored but good. Agent Murphy." vague gesture at Micah "Took me to the heavy ordinance range the other day so I could practice my aim... I am not very good with my aim." she admits shaking her head. "Vision said something about Mr. Stark having the same trouble with his hand beams when he started... that you should visualize where you want it to hit more then try to aim down your arms."

Melinda May has posed:
"Hellboy. He's from the WAND division." And the newbies will have to ask what the WAND acronym means, May's not going to spell it out. But, knowing Skye and her inability to refrain from cussing, she'll likely offer the information freely.

Setting the freeweight back in its proper resting place, May nods to Micah. "Good to hear, though did Medical clear you for exercise already?" So yes, she saw that bandage. "And do you have any guesses as to why those men attacked you?"

Quake has posed:
"Red Devil," Skye provides, "Likely Hellboy. Yeah, we got a few odd ones around here." Her lips twitch over an amused smirk.

She listens to Sam's talk about her iffy control. "I hear you," she nods. "I know someone we might be able to reach out to for some help, if you're interested?" A certain mutant contact as it happens, but she doesn't have to admit that part yet.

Foxfire has posed:
"It's, uh, all good Sam." Micah says focusing on May as he does so.

"WAND? Is that our TSA division?" Hellboy sounds like someone you might meet at La Guardia supervising a four hour long metal detector line, really. Though he probably doesn't want to say that to the actual big red guy if ever he meets him. Not that he was aware until just now that there WAS a big red guy.

The question from May has Micah rubbing the adhesive bandage peeking out under his shirt.

"I got recognized by someone I didn't think was state-side. You've probably read my file already but I spent a decent amount of time in South America and Central Asia. Tended to run into one group over and over. ULTIMATUM. The, uh, Underground Liberated Totally Integrated Mobile Army To Unite Mankind."

There's a short, awkward pause. "Um, they made that up, not me. At a frat party while drunk would be my guess. But they've got funding, hardware and firepower. They're into destabilizing nations with the ultimate goal of overthrowing every national government in the world." Beat.

"They don't like me much. Anyway Gerard, last time I saw him I'd left him to rot in a Nicaraguan prison. Guess he got out. He tried to take a knife to me. Well... did. Got a little piece of me before I sorted him out."

Nyx has posed:
Samantha is distracted for at the moment with Skye and her offer to reach out for help with aiming hand beam weapons and powers and all. "That sounds great Skye." not Agent Johnson. Damn Sam is really bad remembering to be formal. That is probably one of the many reasons she was fired from so many fast food jobs.

"Also yeah Hellboy.. that makes sense..." and then there is a snrk at something Micah said. "TSA.. I.. um somehow doubt it having met him Agent Murphy." sure he gets the formal Agent this time.

Then the words coming out of Micah's mouth register and Sam stares at him a bit wide eyed. "Wait. Underground Liberation Tot.. .I... is everyone who names these places high?" and whoever thought she was wide eyed because Micah was stabbed has that notion disabused.

Melinda May has posed:
May nods slowly at Micah's explanation. "Do you think there will be an attempt at retaliation for apprehending this Gerard person?" Because of course, May's thinking about how this will affect the entire organization, not just one probie.

And, at Sam's exclamation about names, May is unable to resist quipping at the kid. "Sure feels like it, doesn't it?"

And then her phone pings.

"I'm needed back in Central. Murphy, take it easy until you're officially cleared by Medical." He didn't specify, after all. With that, she nods to Skye and Sam and turns to leave.

Quake has posed:
"Good," Skye tells Sam, even as she makes her way over to May and Micah. "Hi, we haven't met yet. Agent Skye Johnson. And you're Agent Micah Murphy. Don't ask," she grins at him. "I get to know who everyone here is. I'm kind of the resident keeper of the gates so to speak." Well, she wsn't the only person who did security checks, but she sure got to see a lot of them, and lately, if a powered came across the desc, or a suspected powered, they made sure she knew.

It was kind of how she'd been tagged to come pick up Samantha. Who, as she thinks about it, she needed to have a little talk with, having had a little talk with Agent May about a couple of things.

As for who names those things, well, Skye has a fairly decent idea about that. "Mostly narcissistic egomaniacs, really. They think it makes them sound more important. Like somehow we'll take the People's Totalitarian Liberation Army more seriously than Hydra." More grinning. "Actually, that's an acrynym in the navy, too. Just not for our particular bad guys."

Foxfire has posed:
"Yes Ma'am." Micah says to May. "Retaliation? I don't... think so. But I'm not sure. I haven't seen a threat assessment on them since I left the CIA but they didn't used to have a whole lot of infrastructure here. They might be trying to build some so it'd be worth keeping an eye out."

That's not helpful but SHIELD does have the resources to look into this. Or they can just ask the CIA and FBI who are probably already looking at it. Micah can help. This is one of the things he used to do.

"It defintely seems like a case of choosing the acronym before the name." He says nodding to Skye and Sam as he shakes the former's hand. "Nice to meet you Agent Johnson. Just Micah is fine unless they're going to insist on formality."

Micah himself usually doesn't but it's a professional thing sometimes so he gets it.

"They're definitely smaller time than HYDRA. Obnoxious is probably the best word for them really. Sometimes dangerous, but mostly obnoxious."

He pauses for a moment and adds. "And their leader looks like Space Ghost."

Nyx has posed:
"Like that cartoon nightshow host?" asks Samantha curious, from when she was younger. The original cartoon zero chance she knows it. "That was a weird show..."

"So what does WAND stand for.. and um.. I would never call the people who named SHIELD or WAND narcissistic egomaniacs..." or at least not to their faces. Mostly Sam is just happy to be talking to people and not stuck in medical watching reruns and reading magazines.

It isn't like Agent Phil over yonder in his tactical gear has been a great conversationalist. Good minder. Scared of Samantha. Not a good conversationalist.

Quake has posed:
"Me?" Skye grins at Micah. "I don't tend to stand on ceremony much. Your SO.. I think I'm going to let you figure that one out for yourself. Much more fun that way. As for Assistant Director May, I'd advise remembering the Sirs and Ma'ams." Not that Skye had ever remembered them with her former SO. Of course she's not going to tell Micah that. Nope.

"Uh.. WAND. Let me see if I can remember. Wizardry, Necromancy.. something something that goes bump in the night. Ah! Alchemy division. Not that Alchemy goes bump, but they tend to. Hellboy is one of theirs. Nice enough folks, just different, you know?"

She shrugs. "We have a number of oddballs here at SHIELD." This as much for Micah as Nyx. "Including myself. But on that note, I actually need to go and get ahold of someone while I'm remembering. I'd like a talk with you later, Samantha, if you don't mind?"

Foxfire has posed:
Micah slaute-waves to Skye as well. "Yes Ma'am. See you later then. Maybe." There's a grin and maybe a wink there. Cheeky. Good enough to get by at the CIA but not //reallly// the straight laced military type. Actually not even remotely that.

Will he actually see Skye later? He's got no idea. Depends on what he gets assigned to, he supposes.

"Well, I think you'll fit right in, huh Sam? And yes like the late night cartoon." THat's the one that Micah himself remembers. He wasn't really watching the original either. But the leader of Ultimatum could probably sue... or be sued. If, you know, he weren't an international terrorist.

"So, Sam, did you come here to see how much you could embarass mere mortals lifting or was there something else you wanted to work on?"

Quake has posed:
Skye nearly chokes on a laugh as Micah salutes her. "Wow, that's a first," she mutters under her breath. "Clearly no clue about who the hell I am..." That, or he was joking, but she can't really tell. Mind you, if he /was/ joking... they'll likely get along fine.

But first she has to see a man about.. wait, old joke. She needs to contact their X-Man contact and have a little talk with him.

And with that, Skye wanders off.

Nyx has posed:
Sam looks to Skye, or well Agent Johnson as she leaves and realizes a question was asked. "Uh.. yeah of course. You know where to find me just let me know when you want to talk Skye."

Then Samantha turns her attention back to Micah. "Well I was honest when I said I want to figure out how much I can lift or push. I don't think the free weights will do it though and I don't want to explode any punching bags." she muses softly "Any ideas Mr. Science Physics guy?"

Foxfire has posed:
"Yeaaaaaaaaah actually." Micah says, glancing out the door the other two came from. "But we're not going to find what we need here. However... I think if we can get Mister Phil to take us down to the garage..."

Oh yes. THey're going there.

"Come on. Let's see what you can do, Sam." Micah says, motioning to the young lady. This, well... this should be interesting.