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holds_her_own) wrote2013-08-24 09:48 pm
holds_her_own) wrote2013-08-24 09:48 pm
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[ OoM ] File 001A - S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Coulson
It's been seventeen days since the appearance of the inter-dimensional anomaly they call Milliways.
Hill has utilized that time to write up a personal file of information she gathered while there.
She hasn't yielded enough results from her research to be worth the time.
Sighing, she leans back in her chair and stares blankly at the open document on her screen.
Hill has utilized that time to write up a personal file of information she gathered while there.
X-men
Warehouse 13
Earth, designation "616"
Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett
Joshua Donovan
William Evans
X-23 (possible code name?)
Oswin Oswald
Autor
She hasn't yielded enough results from her research to be worth the time.
Sighing, she leans back in her chair and stares blankly at the open document on her screen.
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"I thought these might come in useful," he remarks.
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"You're annoyingly perceptive. Has anyone ever told you that?"
It's sort of like a thank you if you squint.
She sits up and gathers her mug up in both hands.
"Barton and Romanoff tell me you're familiar with a place called 'Milliways'. That correct?"
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It's still more of a thank you than he normally gets, around here. He can handle it.
He tips his mug (it says 'WORLD'S GREATEST AGENT') back to drink.
"It is." He glances at her. "As is the boss."
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"So I've heard."
The boss already found her.
She narrows her eyes over the rim of her mug.
"What do you know about the place?"
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"As much as anyone there knows or appears willing to tell. Pandimensional alien bar. Turned up in the locker room, the first time, but it seems to... shift... at will."
Beat.
"Excellent cooking."
As a connoisseur of terrible meals in terrible diners, eaten in thirty seconds on the run between jobs, he's appreciative of such things.
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"The drinks aren't bad either."
She was surprised to see a few microbrews from her old stomping grounds on offer, at first.
Then she started ordering things for the hell of it, just to trip it up.
(It didn't work.)
"Do you know how many people know of the place? Rough estimate."
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He rubs the back of his neck.
"In terms of patrons in general... It seems pretty transient, lots of people who come and go. But I think we're looking in the hundreds."
The sheer scale of the potential security breach has occurred to him, yes.
"Luckily, the door appears to open only on the correct location. No piggy-backs."
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Pepper Potts. If anyone deserves mandated sporadic alcohol breaks off world, the woman whose boyfriend is literally everywhere does.
She sips her coffee, pondering the implied sapience of the doorway system.
"Sitwell didn't make the cut, huh?"
Is that a smirk threatening Hill's immaculate constraint?
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Coulson looks almost seraphic.
"Still. Give it time."
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"The place seems to pull people in at random, regardless of age, rank, or social standing. I suppose there's hope."
She narrows a look at her screen.
"I spoke with a member of their security team, but nobody knows who's pulling the strings. Not even the employees."
It makes Hill uneasy.
"Do you think we need to worry about our men?"
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His fingertips drum gently on the side of his mug.
"I haven't seen any way we can prevent the place showing up. But I'm not any happier than you are about our lack of intel."
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The Shenaniganry is the official designation for what happened in New Mexico.
Or it is if you're Coulson and Hill.
"No piggy-backs, huh? It's a start."
Beat.
"How's the steak there?"
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He tips the mug back to his lips, but doesn't quite take a drink.
"I suspect that if someone from universe X were to hold the door open to someone from universe Y, that person could wind up in universe X. But I can't find anything suggesting that someone from one universe can just open a door to another off their own back."
Sip of coffee.
"It's something."
And that sentence had way too many uses of the word 'universe' in it.
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You bet your ass that's the first thing she'll do the next time Milliways appears.
"I have confirmation of that. Someone I spoke to mentioned the ability to travel between worlds."
She squares her jaw.
"My concern is where one is possible, why not the other? And the fact that there are way too many universes in that sentence."
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But it's a close-run thing.
"Well, we're dealing with a randomly-occurring restaurant at the putative end of the universe. 'Possible' is... rapidly becoming a very elastic term."
As if it weren't already.
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"I'll be keeping my attention on it. I can't officially ask you to do the same, but we could occasionally compare notes over a steak dinner. As friends."
Director Fury made it clear that she's off the clock when she's there.
What Director Fury doesn't know continues to not hurt him.
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Because clearly neither of them have enough on their plates already.
"But I do like steak."
He'll buy the drinks?
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"This is why your mug says 'World's Greatest' on it."
If there's one man Maria doesn't feel the need to keep an eye on at all times, it's Phil.
He is an indefectible ally.
"Thanks for the coffee."
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Not smiling. Not smiling at all.
"And at the very least we can take advantage of the apparent... time-stop."
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"What are you suggesting, Phil?"
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The grand nod of her head could distract from the snort of amusement, but it's undeniably there.
"Here I thought you were offering to sweep me off my feet for a long weekend."
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Leo is an easy-going type as a rule (he's had to be), but even he has limits.
Plaintively, "I like having all my internal organs in their intended positions, Agent Hill."
Except for that one misplaced rib after the thing in Dublin. But they fixed that, eventually.
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"That's good. You'd be an idiot to screw that up."
Now, stop making her look bad by using your off-time to do paperwork, damn it.
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His salute is impeccable, naturally.
"And don't I know it."
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"Get back to work, slacker."
She'll needle him for more details on his private life when they're off S.H.I.E.L.D. premises.
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His eyes twinkle, very faintly, as he heads for the door.
"See if I bring you that blended Brazilian dry-roast next time you demand information from me."
So there.
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They both know he will.
(Because he is classy.)
Once he clears the door, Hill reaches under her desk and flips the switch that jams S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance for a time into its OFF setting.
You can't be too careful.
Heaving a sigh, she frowns at the open file only a minute more before adding:
Closing out the file, she brings up her email. It's getting close to end of day, so she flags the low-level mail for tomorrow morning and ties up a few loose ends.
That is, before she stumbles across this video.
She blinks, and figures...
What the hell.
All in all, it hasn't been a bad day after all.