8709/The Meeting is aFoot

The Meeting is aFoot
Date of Scene:	09 August 2019
Location:	NYPD
Synopsis:	In which Darcy tries to get Frank in on a possible JTTF something, only to once again say the wrong thing the wrong way at the wrong time in front of the NYPD Captain. Or This is why Darcy is sometimes the worst person for these sorts of things.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Frank Quaid, Wasp (Pym)

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
The call Darcy fielded was interesting. Someone wanted to meet a SHIELD agent to discuss something. It was too low for SHIELD to really want to look at. It was something that Darcy thought JTTF might want to think about. So, she agreed to the meeting, used her own money to secure a room at the motel the contact requested, and then she walks into Frank's office.

"Hey. Hot Stuff. Come on. I've booked a motel room and I need you in it," she says, while standing in the doorway of his office, voice loud enough for those in teh cubicles behind her to clearly hear what she just said to him. And it's not at all helpful that she's wearing her pencil skirt and tank top blouse under a fitted blazer today, paired with the six inch platform stilettos that look less than office attire and more like said motel room attire. For Darcy, that's just her Thursday look. The too hot for meetings secretary look is finished off with her usual bright red lip, think framed hornrimmed glasses, and a sloppy bun held in place by red chopsticks.

Frank Quaid has posed:
That gets a few heads popping up over the cubicles to gawk and snicker.

Frank looks up from his desk, mid-conversation with Elaina. He frowns. Elaina looks over and straight scowls.

"Darcy... I'm a little busy right now, and I just spent two hours explaining to HR why I shouldn't be brought up on an internal and dismissed for relations with a subordinate after the roller derby thing," Frank says sternly. "It took me that long to explain to them what all that was about, and assure them nothing happened."

"Not sure how they do business in SHIELD, but this isn't how it's done here," Elaina adds, obviously angry. "We're actually professionals. If he hadn't come back to the office after your dinner, he'd be suspended right now!"

Frank lets out of a breath. "Elaina, I've got this," he says to his long-time partner. He looks back to Darcy. "Do you actually need something?" he asks wearily. "Because JTTF has a full plate today could use you on deck."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
OOh, tension. Darcy can taste it. She walks into the office more fully, flicking the door closed behind herself, green eyes drifting over Elaina. Darcy can respect the need to be professional, and the ferocity the other woman has, it's just not her problem, so she slides her gaze back to Frank.

"Yes. I actually do need you to join me on a contact meeting. Too small fish for SHIELD proper, but sounds right up JTTF's alley. But if you don't want anything to do with, I can handle it on my own. Just thought you'd like the opportunity to be involved, so if it's something JTTF needs to work it, it can get handled, otherwise, it stands a very real chance of getting lost in 'SHIELD thinks it's not important enough' pile, buried by other 'more important' end of the world bull shit scenarios, and forgotten until whatever it is is large enough to actually get on their full radar, at which point the rest of you are fucked," Darcy states, voice low and calm over a thread of annoyance.

"And if HR's worried, they can ask me what that was all about too. I'll tell you exactly what I'd tell them: They suck at recognizing when their officers, agents, and employees are being stretched too thin and too far. They don't get to keep good people if they run them ragged, with no care or respect for the fact that sometimes, steam needs blown off so that heads will stay on straight and clear thinking that might be the difference between a cracked case and a cracked head can happen. But.. you do you. I've got a meeting to make. And yes, dressed like this. Because the best way to deffuse why you're in a shitty ass rat-motel is to play up on why people think you'd even GO to a shitty ass rat-motel," Darcy adds, turning crisply, yanking open the door and putting her smirk back on.

"Toodles," she quips over a shoulder, giving a finger wave as she saunters toward the elevator and the waiting car. Her own. A crappy nondescript fits in well with the neighbor she'd bound for car. Hiding.. in plain sight. She's brillant, or beyond stupid.

Frank Quaid has posed:
Frank pinches the bridge of his nose. Elaina turns a shade of red.

"Who the fuck does she think she is?" Elaina exlaims once Darcy is out of earshot.

"I have no idea, but that attitude won't fly. I'll talk with her and her superiors at SHIELD," Frank promises. "She'll shape up or we'll get someone else."

"You're not going with her, are you?" Elaina asks, eyes narrowed.

"After that? Not on your life," Frank says with a sigh and rubs his eyes with the heels of both hands. "I hate SHIELD. So much," he mutters. "Get Pete in here and lets go over the Sarsky thing."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It doesn't take Darcy long to get to the arranged meeting place, the annoyance of her interaction with Frank gone by then. She'll deal with it later. Right now, intel needs to be had and then she'll drop it where it might do the best good. Walking in, she gets the room key, lets herself into the room, and drops herself to the foot of the creaky bed.

Okay. Maybe she's still annoyed at the whole Frank thing. Really, other than eye rolls, none of what she said would have even gotten a reaction from SHIELD. They've learned to listen to WHAT she's saying and not HOW she's saying it.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"I wouldn't recommend that," Nadia exclaims as Darcy sits on the bed. "This establishment has a reputation for bedbugs." Her voice is a little odd sounding. Too small to come from a person and with a hint of a Russian accent. By the time Darcy has had chance to look round Nadia will have seemingly appeared from no-where. "I took the liberty of doing an electronic bug sweep while I was waiting too."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Of course it does. Darcy pushes herself up again, brushing off her rump and making a mental note to check her truck for serviceable yoga pants instead.

"Thanks for that. I was hoping my contact at JTTF would join me, but he was business with meetings, so it's just me," she says, turning to look at the younger girl.

"First off, you okay?"

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"I'm great," Nadia assures. "The Red Room response to my escape has been remarkably... inept. They sent some mercenaries after me a few weeks ago. But they were /terrible/. Someone tried to catch me with a net." She laughs. "They did have some sort of science device but I've dismantled it for study. Doesn't seem like a weapon." A shrug. "What I wanted to ask about was...." Then she frowns. "Perhaps it'd be best if I started at the beginning?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Very much so. Do you mind if I use my phone to record so I can make sure I remember everything?" Darcy asks politely, brows furrowing in concern and worry.

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
"So a few weeks ago I walked into a shoot-out between two gangs. One was selling drugs and the other attempted a drive-by," Nadia explains, pulling out a bundle of papers from a pocket that shouldn't in theory have been able to fit them all inside, then nodding to the question about recordings. "Now I, like any good citizen, tried to stop them. But that's not the important part. Another 'bystander' seemed to be on a call and mysteriously a ninja turned up and started attacking /both/ gangs."

She spreads out the documents on the bed. Some CCTV print outs. Police reference numbers and a few hand drawn sketches. "That was unusual even for New York but I didn't think much of it. Until more recently when I was at the library and..." she points to a screenshot from New York public library's CCTV footage. "This woman approached me. Claimed she was called Betty and worked as a reporter. She said she was friends with the gentleman who called in the ninja and then tried to recruit me into some sort of unnamed group." She frowns. "Seemed like an amateur attempt at social engineering. I wanted to know if she was a spy of some sort?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
WIth permission to record, Darcy does so, listening as Nadia speaks. Looking at the picture, Darcy comes up blank but...

"She doesn't look familiar off the top of my head, but I can run this through some of my databases, see if I get any hits. May I have this, ah...? I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name?"

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
Nadia Pym blinks a few times, then pulls off the helmet from her costume. "Oh, yes I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Nadia. Nadia Pym. Although.... that's complicated and not really important." She shrugs. "You're welcome to keep those files. I have copies. There's also the original bit of paper with the phone number she left me. I'm not really up on my graphology and I'm too busy with my research to learn."

"If she's not working on behalf of a Government then it means some sort of criminal group is actively trying to recruit powered teenagers and most likely indoctrinate them. Now... I could always take them up on the offer and go undercover but... Honestly I don't find espionage very... fun. I'd rather focus my intellect on something more positive."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"And there are other groups who speicalize in these sorts of things," Darcy assures the youthful teenager... Teenager. It's surprising and worrisome and the second teen in as many days coming to her after been swept up in things that Darcy firmly feels no teen every should be swept up in.

"I'll let you know soon as I find something," Darcy promises, after turning off her recording. No need to have THAT on file. She knows better. The files are collected, stacked neatly as any office rat likes.

"Anything else you can tell me? Or what to tell me?"

Wasp (Pym) has posed:
Nadia Pym giggles, then peers out the blinds. More out of habit than anything else. "Oh nothing really. Between the Red Room and this ninja business I've hardly had time to get upto any trouble," she admits with a shrug. "Although I did discover that people will give you money for playing a game called 'pool' with them. It's just a simple practical application of physics but they're usually very happy to play games with new players..."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
That the kid's learned to Shark has Darcy laughing brightly.

"I'll have to introduce you to some friends of mine, then," Darcy quips, thinking of her long stating attempt at getting Barton to miss a shot and her own ever escalating attempts at it, up to and almost including, trying to make out with his girl friend right in front of his shot. Darcy? Herself? Not good at pool at all.