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Skye Johnson	Once a plan was agreed upon, wheels got turning.. As it happens, Fitzsimmons wasn't going to have to do everything by hand - just some things.. Who knew when Skye and Clint agreed so very long ago that their house was open to all their friends, no questions asked, as a safe haven from who and what they were, that it would come to play so highly in a future mission. They needed a place to work away from prying eyes? They had one. Clint and Skye's place had been swept within an inch of its life before May let them back, and then Skye had swept it again, securing things to her standards on top of that, which left somewhere that computers and equipment could be used without Zola or anyone knowing. And because Clint /was/ a notorious gamer, and Skye /was/ a notorious hacker - who also never worked at her desk and had a long history of working from home, and because the duo had the worst home furnishing in the history of home furnishings, a plan had come together: Skye and Clint were doing some home decorating and buying some new recreational equipment - and of course they'd invited their friends to help move things and set the new technology up. Clever that. Even Galina had been invited with the usual moving day promises of free booze and pizza.. The trucks start rolling up...
Clint Barton	Come move in day, Clint's ready to go with sweats, a hoodie and steel toed boots. Tunes have been set up on the gaming system, both to help with the move in activity and to cover the voices of anyone inside to anyone who might be trying to listen in. This was on top of the little micromoters set on the edges of the window to create vibrations to foul any laser audio and other tricks of the trade. "Ready?" Clint asks Skye coming down to the front door as the trucks start to arrive.
Crimson Dynamo	She shows with little fanfare, duffel bag slung over shoulder as she slips in with just a little wave. She eases on into the joint to hang her jacket and that duffelbag, before sliding back outside. Head dipping into her cupped hands to light a cigarette as she comes to a stop beside Clint. All she'd heard was that furniture needed to be moved.     Then again she was on Russian superhero teams for how long again? She glances casually over towards clint, before asking softly. "So how many bodies, you put the plastic down first right?"Her delivery is flat, because of course she's dead serious. "I will not scrub floors, fair warning friend." See this is why you need to brief people, but hey at least that squares up questions about loyalty right? Showing up to hide a murder, thats true friendship!
Melinda May	Possibly a bit surprisingly, May is already here. She appears to be standing near the edge of the living room disapprovingly, though she's not truly disapproving. But she IS going to make DAMNED sure those two couches leave the house. Galina's arrival is noted but not remarked upon, but she remains inside the house. Having already mentally cataloged all of the equipment that will be arriving, she actually spends a few moments moving some of the smaller end tables and such out of the main spaces. After all, the delivery people don't actually usually move furniture and the like for a living. There's a knack to it, one that May herself would admit to not having.
Jemma Simmons	The good Doctor Jemma Simmons is present, of course, and this time without her usual accoutrements. No lab coat or lanyard or tablet or really anything she normally is seen with at the Trisk. She is, however, in super comfortable mode with her outfit. A hoodie of her own, sporting a decidedly identifiable design from a decidely British sci-fi show, with sweat pants and her usual red sneakers, she is most certainly appears to be expecting at least a little exercise.     As for her counterpart, Leo Fitz is standing off to the side, in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans....his definition of casual. Of course, he is standing decidedly in the opposite side of the room from May, but that can't have any significant meaning, right? It isn't like he is scared of her or something.     Because he is totally afraid of her.
Skye Johnson	"Ready?" Skye shakes her head. "Hell no, but it's necessary." And it was. This was the easiest and most expedient way to cover up what they were doing. Best of all? They didn't even have to pretend to be mourning the loss of their furniture. Despite how grungy that purple couch was, or the fact that the other had had a broken arm now for over a year, the pair had been reluctant to deal with either. That May had declared those the coverup items had been a grave sorrow, but they'd accepted it as part of their lot. "Going to miss those." Yes, Clint, even the purple couch. "Lots of good memories there. No help for it." Galina's arrival is taken with amusement, but also Skye is secretly pleased. It had been debatable if the Russian agent would show up or not. As Skye had said to Clint and May, all they could do was put the invites out there and hopefully in time the other would learn to trust them. It was a peculiarity of their little misfit family that they all hoped the woman would become more than a SHIELD agent. "No body bags. Just need help moving the couches out to the trucks, and then unpacking the crates and boxes of stuff and setting them up." She's still going with this is all home entertainment equipment and new furniture. Luckily, their place already had curtains designed to keep nosy neighbours from looking in, and in the case of the bedrooms, blackout curtains proper - because nobody needed their sleep more than a SHIELD agent.
Clint Barton	Clint gives her a nudge. "It's a good plan, it'll work." He was so very ready to get Zola out of their lives and SHIELD's computers. Though when Galina arrives and makes her remarks he smirks "Bleen," he curses mildly in Russian. "And I thought Nat was dark," he says with a shake of his head. "No, no bodies, just couches and home entertainment gear." He nods over to a space in their living room, "Can drop your bag there," he says before saying to the rest. "Okay, let's get this done quick so we can get onto the beer and pizza."
Crimson Dynamo	And a legit frown, well shit she brought gear and was...yeah ok. "Sure, invite the amputee to move furniture. If I'd known this was all you needed I'd have at least put on an undersuit."She isn't leaving though, so theres that at least right? She gives her smoke a good pull, before flicking it aside with a curse.     Amputee or not, she's more than willing to shoulder her fair amount of the burden of course.     At least they're feeding her of course, right? That's savings sufficient to buy like, eighty more rounds of ammo for the ever growing stockpile!
Melinda May	Yes, May is completely aware of Fitz standing over there all trying to think 'don't notice me' as hard as he can. So, of course, she has to mess with him some. "Leo, could you move that end table there up against the wall? It might make getting these sofas out a bit easier. You might need to unplug a couple of things." She looks over toward the open door, then starts pulling the random loose items from the living room area out of the way. Soft things like pillows and blankets are carried to the nearest bedroom.
Jemma Simmons	There is a genuine laugh from Jemma as she offers a smile to Galina. "Well, it shouldn't be *too* bad." She empathizes the word as she shifts to regard the boxes that seems to be making their way in. "Besides, from what I hear, there may be video games afterwards. If that is something you might enjoy." You know, besides the beer and pizza being offered as payment for services rendered.     The sudden blanching of Leo's face gives some clue as to exactly what his thoughts are as May calls him out....and even uses his first name. Not even Jemma uses his first name all that often, so it certainly triggers a response from Fitz. There is a hard swallow in his throat as he nods. "Right. Move da table." And...he does it. Rather quickly, and with as little eye contact as possible.     It is enough to elicit a giggle from Jemma. Oh, poor Fitz...
Skye Johnson	Despite the deception of what they were doing, there was, indeed, video games at the house, including Pro-Bass that Skye had hacked into Easter Egg mode for barehanded fishing. Clint had drawn the line at the 'fish catch you' version, though that was truly only a snippet of Konami code away. As for food and booze, they had taht aplenty! "Yep, all the pizza is showing up later." And, knowing Gino's there would be side orders of everything else thrown in. The duo could probably safely be said to be his biggest customers. As for the rest of the matter, until the boxes are in their home, there's little Skye can do to help unless she intends on throwing a bit of her powers into the matter and creating a pressure lift for some of the heavier things to help ease the burden.
Clint Barton	With folks more or less ready to go Clint heads out to the trucks, to get them to unload the boxes of things to bring in and make room for the couches then he's back inside to grab the broken end of that one couch. "Okay, let's get this stuff out to the trucks," he nods to the other end. "Who wants to give me a hand." Outside men unload the boxes to the curb, one of them standing by to watch them, all of the 'movers' though keep an eye on their surroundings, just in case.
Crimson Dynamo	She snags boxes dutifully, like any good soldier and gets to moving without narry a complaint. The complaining indeed will happen later, because this is dramatically less exciting than the wet work she had been anticipating. "Times like this makes you really miss having Mikhail around, have this lot sorted in twenty minutes back in the day. Never met a man in all my years who enjoyed moving quite as much as he did, had little domovoi houses stockpiled in anticipation."
Melinda May	While the others start bringing in boxes and whatnot, May stays inside and points people to where to set everything down, making sure that the pathway between the couches at the door stays clear. Mostly, the boxes are ending up in the dining room or against the walls near the kitchen. "Ms. Nemirovsky. Glad you could make it. If you could set that box here, please?" She directs Galina toward where a small stack of boxes has already started, making setting her load down easier as she doesn't have to lower it all the way to the floor.
Jemma Simmons	"I'll help." Jemma shifts to go grasp the other end of the couch Clint is trying to carry out, only to be pre-empted by Leo.     "Let me help here, Jemma. Ya can make sure that....that..." Leo is trying really hard to come up with an excuse that doesn't sound completely sexist and is obviously failing miserably. Finally, he just shakes his head. "I mean, I wouldn't want ya to get hurt or sumthin'." Awe...Leo cares for Jemma.     And, fortunately for him, Jemma gets it...and doesn't make a big deal out of it. "You sure, Fitz? It looks like it could be heavy." It is probably as light as a feather, but there has to be an excuse as to why the couch survived in one spot for so long. Weight has to be it.     "Nah...I got it." At least, it seemed that way, though there might be an extra little struggle before Leo looks convincingly like he has it handled, leaving Jemma to just shrug and glance over to Skye in sympathy. She doesn't have a whole lot to do yet, either. At least not until everything is inside and ready for the unboxing phase.
Skye Johnson	Once boxes start moving in, as per May's instructions where to put them, Skye begins opening them in a methodical and careful manner. It should also be noted that all the outlets have been retrofitted to support the tech they're now going to be running, complete with colour coding - pretty much plug and play science for idiots going on here, because planning had gone into what what going where, and why. Some of the systems, of course even she wasn't touching, but again, that's what the careful orchestrating was for. They had the heavy lifters and movers, and then the unpackers and setter uppers. Between them all, it should be short work, short of fine tuning and tweaking, to get everything up and running. Which only leaves pizza and booze, and well, moving on to plotting the rest of their plan.
Clint Barton	Clint helps get things inside swiftly enough and then gives the movers his thanks as they make off with two of their couches, which leaves him to drag a chair in from the dining room when the name of the game moves from moving to plotting. He sinks down. "Okay, phase one is done, now what's the plan?" he asks, stretching out his legs. Though to his credit the former Avenger barely sims winded, just lazy.
Crimson Dynamo	Box set where indicated, she gives May a little nod. Moving phase settled, she snags that duffle and slides it over to where she eventually slumps down on the floor ever so casually. Casually plucking those shaddes free, as that cybenetic left eye blazes to life. "So we can avoid similar misunderstandings in the future, when you need help moving dead bodies or running a hit on rival intelligence service? Yes what euphemism can I expect to be used, because I had packed for clandestine firefights and so fourth. Now I will have to carry all this ammunition back home, which is no small thing on public transport."
Melinda May	They're down to pizza and drinks. May has never and will never appreciate beer of any sort. But, since Skye has already started opening boxes, she waits by the door for the pizza to arrive, and brings the honestly impressive stack of pizza boxes and more besides back through to the kitchen counter. "We doing a self service kitchen this time, Clint?" She thinks that might be the best option.
Skye Johnson	Pizza eventually arrives, and things settle down into Fitzsimmons somewhere off in the depths of the house fixing things to their standards. Skye will deal with her part of the works later as she lives here. She has that luxuery. "Oh, it's still clandestine, Galina," Skye smirks. And yes, there is regular beer and other booze on hand. Some of the booze is even really expensive stuff - left over housewarming gifts and all. "We couldn't tell you what was really up. Only the people here know what is going on. A couple more are likely to find out, but this is all part of our next big mission." The fact that the Russian woman is here is enough to say she gets to hear the story. "We're going to remove a ghost from our machines, and we can't have it finding out. So we moved operations here where he doesn't have eyes. We're on a bit of a tight timeline, but I have faith we'll get there in time for the next bits. Speaking of, I think we were hoping you'd help us?" A look to both Clint and May to confirm.
Clint Barton	"Yeah, self-service," Clint says with a nod to May. Pretty much the natural order of things when it comes to pizza. "Everyone help yourself," he says as he gets up and leads by example getting himself a slice and a beer, asking Skye: "Want me to get yours?" As for Galina hauling arms back home. "First off, we can definitely work out a code, second we'll get you a lift to anywhere you want to go," he says, suspecting wherever she picks won't be home but it could save her transit time. As for needing Galina, he nods, "Yeah, Skye's right, we might need the Dynamo to kick some Hydra butts, if you're game."
Crimson Dynamo	This news is received amicably it seems, as she slides that duffel behind her to recline against. Booze is accepted, because of course it is. Theres a slow nod there, before she pauses to take a frankly rather heroic pull of that hooch..which goes down like water.     "I am amenable to this, the CD-33M was designed from the outset to be almost entirely analog specifically to defeat hacking attempts. Currently it is broken down for it's first full service in some years, but with help I could get it ready to sortie in five days. The larger problem is armament, which was stripped from the chassis when I was captured for questioning. I will require either three thousand rounds of 30 x 165 cannon ammunition with a fifty-fifty split of Depleted Uranium and high explosive, five thousand rounds of 7.62x54mm in Armor penetrating tracer, aproximately thirty Thermobaric folding fin Rockets of Soviet pattern, and for the duplication of Nitinov-CBR."See she knows what she needs, ammo!     "Alternatively it could with help and more money be adapted to use NATO specification armaments, this was always planned but is ahead of schedule. The alternate suit, the AR-4? It is hack proof supposedly, but it seems foolish to test that out for this operation. Besides, CD-33M's power generation creates strong electromagnetic radiation which destroys computerized systems."And a little sniffle, as she casually polishes off the rest of her glass. Rising to rescue more.
Melinda May	May settles with a salad and a slice of pizza (and a glass of water), and nods at Clint's words. "I can't think of many people better than the Dynamo to send after Hydra." She points her fork at Galina. "Think of it as a chance to give them a taste of exactly how much damage you can do." She eats for a moment longer as she considers all of the information Galina just provided. "The ammunition shouldn't be a problem, and I suspect Fitz would be only too happy to help you adapt your equipment to use NATO spec ordinance." Actually, knowing Fitz, he'd figure out a way to make the armors able to take either or both simultaneously.
Skye Johnson	Knowing Fitz, that's likely exactly what's going to happen when he hears about the chance. "So, the plan is pretty simple. We nab some information we need, and then we go after the priority target. While that is going on, we're going to use the distraction to apply some targetted code to a certain problem and get rid of it." She's not sure she'll be part of the Hydra mission proper, but regardless of whether or not she is, her code will still be making a difference, and that's plenty enough for her. It's a content Skye that noshes pizza and drinks the traditional frou-frou beer. Even if they're down to one couch, life is pretty damned good. "Oh, hey. I forgot. Welcome to our house. I mean, we rent it, and our neighbours hate us, but it's home. And it's where our friends come to relax. Door is almost always open. So, if you ever need a place to pop into or an ear, or a meal, here's where it happens." Her beer is lifted in salute to the former Russian agent.
Clint Barton	Clint nods, when May addresses the ammo situation. "Yeah, Fitz will be able to help you out there, just you know make sure he doesn't take apart the whole suit when you're not looking," he jokes. "I bet he'd love to see how it works." As for the mission specs, "Yeah, that's the long and short of it, the physical hop against the high value target is likely to have a crap ton of reistance, but if we get the intel we need the way we need to get it, they shouldn't know we're coming. Same goes for the digital side. Anyhow, that surprise element is why we wanted to get the Dynamo involved, they'll be looking for movement of major SHIELD assets, and you're not one of those, so it increases our chances at being on them before they know what's coming." Then having been all buisness for longer than he can remember being in months, he lifts a beer and smiles. "And yeah, welcome to the place, drop by anytime."
Crimson Dynamo	"Bear in mind the Crimson Dynamo is no small thing, and it is dangerous to be deployed in the field near friendlies or non-combatants. It was designed to fight anything, it's initial layout was with American metahuman threats set as it's most credible threat. "Because of course it was, right? Galina slumping back into her spot with fresh booze, she's already working on. This is the woman who stood alone and kept Moscow safe from anything and everything. "At full combat power it is not to be approached closer than two hundred feet, as electrical arc will turn human into carbon. Collateral damage from cannon fire, and electrical arcs are serious threats. Electrical grid near operating area must be disconnected to prevent potential cascade failure, as suit generates enough electrical energy to run Tokyo and Las Vegas at same time. Also, it does not take prisoners obviously."     The welcomes though get a bit of a deer in the headlights look, before she swollows. "Is honor to be a guest, you have a lovely home. Likewise I am honored to grant you my service in this matter, and it shall be my pleasure to sortie in the Dynamo once more. Has been too long, people are beginning to forget why they were afraid of me. Is time to remind them, and demonstrate the power of this friendship yes?"
Melinda May	Pointing her fork toward Clint, May nods her agreement. "Yes, it is time. I would say perhaps you'd be best going in alone, but SHIELD doesn't work that way. There will be others going in alongside you, though I will make sure everyone understand how much operational range you're to be given at all times." She's now mentally thinking of asking a particular trenchcoated individual to be in on this. Though he might say no as even with a nefarious as Hydra is, they're not demons, and they're not supernatural creatures. Skye and Clint's welcomes to Galina would elicit a smile from May if she were prone to smiling. She doesn't add her own in as she doesn't live here, but she internally agrees with their sentiments.
Skye Johnson	Skye nods when May says Galina won't be going in alone. "That's not how we work here. Even if you can't see us, you never go in alone." Okay, not entirely the truth as undercover missions were *somewhat* alone, but never without contacts and dropoffs and secure points, so close enough to the truth to be the truth. "We got your back. That's what this is about. And it comes with no strings, you know?" She gets that deer in the headlight looks. It was the epitomy of her experience the near full first year she was with SHIELD. "Look, I know it probably sounds trite, but we get it. All of us? We come from the same shit. We're all misfits in some way, never really fitting in. It's kinda what makes us perfect for this job. So we make family where we find it. Where we want it to be." She's quiet a moment, "I grew up in foster homes and then an orphanage. Then a group home I ran away from. I didn't think there was anyone or anywhere I could trust. You don't have to trust us, but if you can't, at least trust that here is safe. Because the rest of us need it to be. You get it?" "If here.." she gestures about herself to their house, "Isn't safe, we're not safe. So trust that if you can't trust anything else. The rest, it'll come or it won't."
Clint Barton	Clint lets out a low whistle at what the armour can do. "We suspect the target area is isolated, so, that will be a plus for us then, it'll give you some space to stretch your legs, so to speak." Then he just shuts up and let Skye speak when she's done he flashes her a smile and lifts his beer. Skye had come a long way, full circle really.
Melinda May	At this point, May keeps quiet and concentrates on her meal, giving Skye and Clint the chance to invite Galina in from the proverbial cold, and for the latter to understand they truly mean what they are saying. It's a rare thing in this line of work, having people who offer not just physical safety and security, but emotional safety and security. And she's not about to ruin it by speaking out of turn.
Crimson Dynamo	"I had a team, they died stopping extra-dimensional incursion. Mikhail stayed, until they arrested him for being mutant. I got used to being alone after, got used to being the last one standing every time. Now my old team is back from the dead and brainwashed. My best friends want to kill me, even now. It was Mikhail who split my skull open, who collapsed half my rib cage. It was the brother of my other best friend, who tried very hard to push the front of my face out the back of my skull whilst she stood there and watched. So yes, I have many trust issues."Galina downs the rest of her glass in a single pull.     "I am better fighter when alone, I can fight without holding anything back. I can fight without concern over protecting my team mates, it makes things simple so I can focus. It also means that when I do begin to like somone, they won't die on me. Won't come back from the dead, or be brainwashed and desperate to kill me and torture me. I am solo fighting specialist by choice, as much as anything yes?"And a pause, as she sets that glass gently aside.     "If I had powers I would not need huge logistical support structure to keep suits up and running, I would not need prosthetics and medications and all the rest. I would fight by myself with my own hands, and never have met you. That would have been easier, more comfortable."And a little shrug there. "But I am not a polianitsa, so here we are. Friends are weaknesses to be exploited, places where I can be hurt more than I already am. Give me looking over, yes? Do I look like I can take much more injury, before I end up in shallow grave somewhere?"
Skye Johnson	Skye nods to Galina's words. "Yep. Friends suck. They hurt like motherfuckers. People will kick you in the nads to make it clear they got your number." She shrugs. She's soooo been there. "Before Clint? Before SHIELD? I worked with Rising Tide. It was really easy. Fucked who I wanted, when I wanted. Used people to keep myself safe. Told myself it was how it was, right? You didn't let people in. You let people in, you got hurt. They betrayed you. They used you." She considers her beer. "You know who changed that? Bucky. Winter Soldier. The guy you met who speaks Russian and was Hydra? Him. He showed me it could be different. I got to see what it maybe was when someone didn't maybe trust things were okay, but they'd die for you anyway." "There was this guy, and I'm checking his security clearance, and he hates himself, and he's out there going balls to the wall for me an the folks at SHIELD. And I didn't understand it then." "Why would he do that? Why would anyone do that. It took me longer than it should have. So, yeah. I got raw places where you can shove a blade in and twist it. But it makes me a better person in the end. It makes what I do worth it. If I didn't have these people to die for, I'd be nothing more than the people I fight against." A pointed look to Galina. "I think you get that. Or you wouldn't give a shit about the rest. There. Said my piece. You don't have to like us or trust us to come here, Galina. You're still welcome. That's part of the deal."
Clint Barton	Clint for his part has nothing to add, sure, he's had his own story of coming to SHIELD then doing the same for Widow, but this a time for Skye to share her story. He finishes off his pizza and rises to go get things unpacked, but not before bringing more beer and booze out to Skye and Galina for their talk. Odds are good they're going to need it.
Crimson Dynamo	Booze is accepted, and well disposed of like so much water. She listens, and well mulls things over for a time. "Yes well, when it is time to sortie you can call me. You know where the warehouse is, I will need ammunition soon."She rises slowly, snagging her bag and marching off to grab her coat. "I am happy you found your place, it is not always easy to do so. I know where my place is however, I was fated to die with the rest of the Guard. Now I am not here for friends, or trust or love and acceptance. I'm just here for the violence."     Theres a moment there, as she tugs on that jacket, before opening the door. "Thankyou for your hospitality, you have a lovely home."and out she goes. Snapping those shades on as she goes, looks like public transport both ways.