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Felicity Smoak	There's a time in every office where things begin to wind down for the day. The hustle and bustle of the morning has long since passed, lunch has been consumed, afternoon meetings are wrapping up, and all that's left is to kill time until the end of the day. It's just that, for some people, the 'end of the day' is later than it is for others. When you're the Executive Assistant to the CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation, your hours are whatever hours he needs them to be -- especially when 'going home' just means going into a secret underground lair and trying to keep him in enough intel that he doesn't get himself killed. Whatevs. It's dark outside. Most of the rest of the building has gone home except for diehards that are married to their jobs, like the blonde at Oliver's reception desk that's currently bobbing her head along to whatever music is playing through the earbuds in her ears. She has her hair tied back into a tight ponytail and rectangle glasses sitting on her nose, peering back and forth through the clear lenses at the two monitors sitting on her desk. She obviously wasn't /expecting/ a visitor. Obviously. Otherwise she'd be paying any amount of attention to the foyer in front of her instead of being lost in whatever rabbit hole she's decided to explore, fingers moving rapidly over the keys.
Nadia Pym	Queen Consolidated pays a lot for security. In a world filled with ancient orders of assassins, corporate spies and assorted super criminals most major corporations /have/ to just to survive. But there is being secure and then there is keeping out a Pym. It's tough enough to stop a super genius at the best of times let alone when this particular Pym has Red Room training. Perhaps she took a tour and slipped away. Perhaps she shrank herself down and delivered herself via the office mail. Or maybe she just dressed like someone's teenage daughter and asked nicely until someone lax on the perils of social engineering let her in. But really it's not so important how Ms Nadia Pym got herself this deep into the heart of the corporate HQ. (Although no doubt there will be a very thorough review of building security at some point!) What's important is why she's here. And the reason? Why GIRL recruitment that's why! Dressed in a red-brown skirt and jacket combination. A sort of informal office casual look that says 'I'm an unpaid intern but my family has money'. She clutches a bundle of files. But they don't seem to be the focus of her attention. She's holding up an old photograph and peering around a lot. Checking each office connected to that foyer until she's pressing her face up against Felicity's office. She checks the photo. Peers again, smiles and begins tap tap tapping at the glass. Then waving.
Felicity Smoak	It's not the tapping so much as the waving that gets Felicity's attention. It causes her to look up over the edge of one of her screens and... stare. Blink. Blink. With a quick glance back at her screen, Felicity minimizes a few windows (the act can be faintly made out in the reflection of her glasses) and then locks the terminal. Earbuds are plucked out and set aside, and then she's standing up and making her way over to that door, blue sheath dress clinging even as her heels click distinctively. "Hi," she says with a curious smile once she's pulled the door open. "You're... late. I mean, you're not /late/. I wasn't even expecting anyone to still be up here." They were on the top floor. If you didn't have business with Oliver or one of the vice presidents, there wasn't much of a reason to be up this high. "I mean /it's/ late." Felicity looked almost /nothing/ like her picture except in the face and the eyes. Different hair, different makeup, different clothing. She was /so/ goth, back in the day. But that was.. over a decade ago. She certainly didn't look like an awkward, overly talkative secretary in the picture. "Sorry.. can I help you with something?"
Nadia Pym	"Hi," Nadia replies when the door opens. Standing up a little more properly, smart black shoes with shiny buckles clicking together, the shift in posture seems to make her look a little older. She holds that picture up and looks between it and Felicity a few more times. Brow furrowing. "Ghost Fox Goddess." It's somewhere between a greeting and a question. "You look really different without all the... You know," she decides after a moment. There's a little wave of her hand which seems to indicate make-up. Maybe. "My name is Nadia. Nadia Pym. I've been trying to locate you for a while." The name Pym is pretty distinctive. The Doctors connection to the Avengers making him something of a household name. No matter how much that might displease him. She beams a smile and offers Felicity the photograph. It's old, worn, and has been stamped with some sort of string of Russian characters and numbers. A Red Room file reference (although it's unlikely many people outside groups like SHIELD would know it as such!). "I've been putting together a group and I think you'd be perfect as a member. There's no obligation to join but I've done a little research and I'm confident you'll be interested!"
Felicity Smoak	Ghost. Fox. Goddess. Well, that name is enough to set off alarm bells. Felicity's eyes immediately lift, shifting to check the space behind Nadia as if she half-expected to the see the FBI already starting to toss the various offices -- not that they would need to go /looking/ for her, if Nadia was already standing here talking to her, but that's beside the point. What /is/ the point is that Felicity quickly gestures Nadia inside the office and closes the door behind her, taking one last, nervous peek out through the glass before facing her directly. .. And taking the picture of eighteen year old Felicity. And cringing. "I'm guessing the fact that this picture is covered in Cyrillic shouldn't worry me at all about the KGB being able to track me down... and here I was worrying about going to a US prison. That actually sounds kind of posh by comparison, now..." It was as if, just for a moment, she hadn't even heard anything Nadia had said. She looked a little like she'd been caught in a mental flashbang. Then she blinked and looked back up through her glasses. "Pym like.. Doctor Pym? Pym particles? Pym Technologies? That Pym?" Smiling faintly, she hands the photo back. "Some things happened and I sort of.. had a lifestyle change." Things she obviously wasn't too keen on reliving. "Sorry. This is all kind of... unexpected." Her smile thins, her brain obviously still racing behind those blue eyes. "What group, exactly?"
Nadia Pym	"The KGB hasn't existed since nineteen ninety one," Nadia says earnestly. Letting herself be ushered into the office without her cheerful smile faltering for a moment. "Technically it's called the FSB now. But I don't have anything to do with them either." Unless you count them wanting to kidnap her that is. "How I got the picture is a very complicated story, which I'll happily explain in time, but for now I guess you could say when I left Russia I borrowed some things from around the office." Just like anyone leaving an office job she took a few things when she went. Except in her case it was research archives and classified data. Rather than a stapler. (Although she probably took one of those too). "If you need a moment to sit down and relax please feel free," she offers. As casually as if Felicity was in her office and not the other way round. "Yes. That Doctor Pym. My biological father. Although we've never actually met... again another long story." Once the initial panic about prison has begun to fade she offers the brochures for GIRL. Glossy pamphlets with grand plans. A research group intent on solving all the worlds problems. Helping brilliant young minds do amazing things. Backed by charitable donations from Kane Industries. "I don't really care about your lifestyle or your past. I'm mostly just interested in finding brilliant people who want to make the world a better place."
Felicity Smoak	"Officially," Felicity counters ominously, adding air-quotes with her fingers for effect. Not that the Russians really needed an unofficial secret organization to continue to exist inside their official secret organization. Or did they? Conspiracy theories abound! But then there's the story about the picture, about leaving Russia with it, about Nadia never having met her biological father? Her eyebrows knit a little closer together, still watching and slotting pieces in place in her mind as she goes. "No.. I'm fine. I mean, I'm not /fine/. I wasn't even aware I was /in/ a Russian database, much less that they knew my old screenname, so /that's/ kind of troubling. I mean, I guess I shouldn't really be surprised. It wasn't exactly like I was being super subtle back then, you know? You saw the picture. But..." The pamphlet. It shuts her up long enough to process some more as she takes it and looks it over, opening it to skim through it. Grand plans, indeed. "I've seen this. I mean, I've heard of it, before." She looks up again, then. "You really think there's something I can contribute?" Beat. "I'm not saying I don't have the skills. I'm very good at what I do. But.. if you know all of that about me, you know that a lot of my past was focused on hacktivism and virus creation, which aren't exactly the most /legal/ ways to accomplish a particular goal. Are you sure you really want someone with my past on your team?" It's a sincere question, but there's purpose behind it.. a curious glint in Felicity's eye that's obivously trying to figure out exactly what Nadia (and GIRL) are up to.
Nadia Pym	"Oh the KGB was never the really scary Russian spy agency," Nadia says with a matter of fact shrug. "It was always the Red Room. But that's... not something we should talk about here. It's not a secure location." After all she got in. Which means anyone could have! Well, probably not everyone. The Unstoppable Wasp has ways and means which aren't available to even the craftiest of spies. "It's a nice picture! You had a look and it works for you." Or worked for her. Nadia can be very persuasive but she's probably not talking Felicity into going Goth again. Probably. Thankfully she's less concerned with fashion than she is science! "I'm glad that GIRL is something people are starting to talk about," she practically bounces with glee. "We've only really been around for a few months. Mostly operating online so far, oh there's log in information for the shared VR meeting place so you can come take a look, but we have a site for our HQ picked out." She blinks at Felicity a few times. "I was raised in a Siberian bunker to make supertech weapons for evil spies," she points out. "If I think I can do good things for the world why would it be a stretch to think you could to?" She tilts her head to one side. "I want people who are smart, passionate, and want to make the world better. You didn't use your skills to get rich or take advantage of people, right?" Which is probably for the best. GIRL membership isn't exactly paid employment right now. "I only ask that members don't use GIRL for weapons research. Nor will we be taking money from anyone who thinks that'll entitle them to control what we do. We pick our projects and work on what interests us. That could be helping superheroes to solve crimes, bringing clean drinking water to people affected by natural disasters, or you could teach virtual classes on coding to girls all over the world."
Felicity Smoak	These were not horrible answers. Well, except for the being raised in a Siberian bunker part. /That/ one has Felicity's eyebrows going up again. "I... was raised by a single cocktail waitress in Nevada." She smiles a little, her awkwardness growing for moment as she tries to decide how to respond to being told the other woman was raised to make supertech weapons for evil spies. "Desert.. arctic tundra. I guess that sort of makes me the anti-Nadia." Her hands come up slightly. "Not that I'm anti-Nadia. I'm sure you're very nice. I just mean, since the whole superweapon and evil spies thing... and possibly however you got that picture... and however got in here. How /did/ you get in here?" Too many thoughts. Too many questions. Felicity shakes her head. "Not important. I mean, important but.. not immediately relevant. We can come back to that." Helping superheroes to solve crimes. Well, there's something she could relate to. And the rest of it, too. "Those.. do sound like a noble goals. I can give it some thought." And some /thorough/ research. "I could even talk to Mister Queen about Queen Consolidated donating some money as part of its charitable contributions. Especially if there were a particular project of interest." And from the sounds of it, there stood the potential of being /many/ projects of interest to both Queen Consolidated and the Green Arrow.
Nadia Pym	"I read the file," Nadia says with a wink. "Speaking of which I have the original copies and the microfiche back ups. If you would like them. I'm sure there are other copies elsewhere but they were archived long before I took them. It's very unlikely they're actively looking into you." It's not even a very big file. A slender selection of documents on potential candidates for subtle manipulation. Hacktivists that could be manipulated into pro-Red Room schemes. And given her convictions it's unlikely the Red Room ever seriously considered subverting the Ghost Fox Goddess. But it's always nice when people take an interest. Right? "If it re-assures you I was careful not to make anything seriously dangerous for them," she promises. "As for how I got in. I just did what any Wasp would do." Which is not ruin a picnic as you might perhaps be thinking! It's coming in through an open window and then not flying back out again. "Donations are always welcome," she notes with amusement. "The pack includes details for how potential financial backers can get involved." Not to mention legal documents which clearly and rigorously set out how it doesn't matter how much money you spend you get no say in what GIRL does as a whole. Money can buy you many things, even happiness in some cases, but it seems Ms Pym & by extension GIRL is not for sale.
Felicity Smoak	"Oh. That's in there, too? My mother would /not/ be thrilled with that..." Felicity's eyes actually seem to drift a bit, mind drifting to the repercussions had the KGB, FSB, or any-colored room actually shown up at her mother's doorstep looking for her. But then they refocus again, the offer of getting the originals perking her back up. "Yes, please. I would /really/ appreciate that. And, I mean, I get it. It's not like you can pick your parents, right?" A little bit of helpless levity, if the sympathetic inflection and the awkward smile on her lips was any indication. Wasp. "Oh, you're the other one! Not the /other/ one. That didn't sound as bad in my head. But, I mean, there are two of you, right? I guess when they designed this building they weren't really thinking about threats that could do the whole.. shrinking thing." Beat. Her brow furrows. "I'm going to have to talk to Oliver about that." --- Unhelpfully most of the documents are written in Russian. But there are certainly bits in English which hint at what they discuss. Dates, places and companies Felicity would understand the significance of. Perhaps even a few names of former romantic partners she'd rather forget & avoid. Luckily, well at least in regard to her Mother finding out, the Red Room would never have made themselves known. Or if they had it'd be by disappearing Felicity and taking her off to some remote location. Still it looks like whatever caused her to be monitored in her hacktivist days never amounted to anything more! "I have never met either of my parents," she admits. "My Mother was kidnapped and I grew up in a Siberian bunker." She shrugs. It's not something she's happy about but clearly it's not the sort of fresh wound which'll make her burst into tears! She hands the dossier over regardless. It's not like she needs the info anyway. "There are two Wasps," she confirms. "I like to think of myself as the Unstoppable Wasp. While Janet has referred to herself as the Winsome Wasp. But those are not really terms used by the media." Or really anyone else. "I don't think you can stop size changers getting into your building without making it utterly impractical to live in. But there are things you can do like physical filters with sensors embedded in them, X-ray scanning any incoming post, and lots of unfortunately expensive sensors for picking up exotic energy readings." Sadly Pym Particles are a technology that is so dangerous Nadia can't even really help with security measures. For fear of revealing insights into how they work which could fall into the wrong hands. "On the plus side? There's almost no-one using the technology apart from superheroes. But there are dimensions you can access via shrinking which are not friendly." Now is probably not the time to tell Felicity about the Hate Monger. No-one wants to find out there's a tiny clone of Hitler living in another dimension.... --- /My Mother was kidnapped./ "Oh. That's.... I'm sorry." Felicity's eyebrows knit together. Yet another occasion of her sticking her foot into her mouth, but this time not as just another unintentional, unfortunately timed double entendre. Her smile thins a bit when she takes the folder, still listening. "That's comforting, at least. We haven't really had to contend with too much happening in other dimensions, here in Starling. At least... not that I'm aware of. I'd kill to get an idea of how all of that worked." She shakes her head. "Not /kill/ . That's a really unfortunate choice of words. That's not my thing. But, it would be neat to even get an idea of the processes involved, there. I mean, the scientific and medical applications are basically limitless, not to mention the advancements in quantum computing." There's excitement in her tone about the prospect of venturing out of her familiar rut, anyway. "Regardless, thank you. Strangely enough, I'm actually kind of flattered by all of the trouble you went to to find me." She smiles. "It's.. given me a lot to research. And a lot to think ab
Felicity Smoak	/My Mother was kidnapped./ "Oh. That's.... I'm sorry." Felicity's eyebrows knit together. Yet another occasion of her sticking her foot into her mouth, but this time not as just another unintentional, unfortunately timed double entendre. Her smile thins a bit when she takes the folder, still listening. "That's comforting, at least. We haven't really had to contend with too much happening in other dimensions, here in Starling. At least... not that I'm aware of. I'd kill to get an idea of how all of that worked." She shakes her head. "Not /kill/ . That's a really unfortunate choice of words. That's not my thing. But, it would be neat to even get an idea of the processes involved, there. I mean, the scientific and medical applications are basically limitless, not to mention the advancements in quantum computing." There's excitement in her tone about the prospect of venturing out of her familiar rut, anyway. "Regardless, thank you. Strangely enough, I'm actually kind of flattered by all of the trouble you went to to find me." She smiles. "It's.. given me a lot to research. And a lot to think about." --- "I can show you around my personal lab sometime," Nadia offers. "It's where I'm currently running any GIRL related experiments that we can't do virtually. Until the HQ is finished. Which will be a little way off yet." She grins and then adds "We just need to re-enforce an old subway station to superhero grade levels. Ideally I want it capable of withstanding an Avengers or Justice League level event before we formally open. Just so no supervillains get any ideas about breaking in to steal tech or contaminate any evidence we might be contracted to study." Not that this will prove hard for the team she's assembled. It's really more of a problem making sure rats don't get in from the rest of the subway network.... "And trust me it was no trouble at all!" All she had to do was use stolen records, age up the photo using a software, and cross reference them with a hacked database. Then break into a multinational corporation to say hi. Okay it was some trouble. But really much easier than breaking out of a Siberian bunker. Trouble is relative! "Besides how will I convince really talented people to sign up if I don't put in the effort first!" She beams another smile. "I should probably let you get back to work. I'll leave how I came in so you don't have to explain how I got here to security!" And with that she pretty much just vanishes. Presumably shrunken down so much and so fast she's no longer visible to the Human eye.
Felicity Smoak	"I'd like that," Felicity says. But then she blinks when the woman in front of her just... disappears. Still holding the folder in her hand, she glances around for a moment before moving. "That's /so/ cool. And... kind of disturbing," she comments to herself, now. And for a moment, she seems hesitant to take a step, looking around the floor. "I'm sorry, if you're still here. I'm just going to..." She points over towards her desk, picking her way over there like she was stepping through a mine field. "...I look like such a dork right now."