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controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
controlledvariable) wrote2014-02-02 07:59 pm
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what happened?
[She's on her way to Ellie's apartment even as she types the message.]
[She's on her way to Ellie's apartment even as she types the message.]
I said some things.
( Her response isn't very fast; her hands are shaking a little. )
( Her response isn't very fast; her hands are shaking a little. )
Edited 2013-03-05 12:59 (UTC)
[There's so many things she could say, but most of them aren't very helpful.]
i'll go to her. we'll talk about it later.
i'll go to her. we'll talk about it later.
( What exactly do you say in this situation? What do you do? It's just Steph picking up the pieces again. It's her relying on Steph to do exactly what she accused Fi of making her do. )
thanks
( Steph is better )
thanks
( Steph is better )
be careful
[She doesn't know what Ellie is going to do now, or where she's going to go, but Steph wants her to stay safe.]
[She doesn't know what Ellie is going to do now, or where she's going to go, but Steph wants her to stay safe.]
[Saul considered bringing this up a few weeks ago, but Steph wasn't around. He also wasn't sure how to contact her outside of showing up at the Hold and hoping she'd be there.
(Also, for the record, it's much harder to make a functional Bat-Signal than one would think.)
But now she's back and he can contact her without the aid of a flashlight and poorly-cut piece of cardboard, and since a certain network post made him uneasy to the point of nausea, he figures now is as good a time as any to talk about it.
So:]
I have a job for you.
(Also, for the record, it's much harder to make a functional Bat-Signal than one would think.)
But now she's back and he can contact her without the aid of a flashlight and poorly-cut piece of cardboard, and since a certain network post made him uneasy to the point of nausea, he figures now is as good a time as any to talk about it.
So:]
I have a job for you.
[That's... interesting, she stares at the message a few moments, wondering what exactly he could want her to do, before she decides the easiest option is the just ask.]
you happy talking about it over the network or should i come find you?
you happy talking about it over the network or should i come find you?
What's the most private/secure place around here?
[Not that he's particularly concerned, but then again, he kind of is.]
[Not that he's particularly concerned, but then again, he kind of is.]
[That's extra interesting, but she can understand a desire for security.
She sends an address]
one of my safehouses, i'll be there for the next 10 hours if you want to drop in when you're ready
She sends an address]
one of my safehouses, i'll be there for the next 10 hours if you want to drop in when you're ready
Give me half an hour.
[And sure enough, a little under half an hour later, Steph will hear a rapid knock-knock-knock and find Saul standing outside, briefcase in hand, looking uneasy.]
[And sure enough, a little under half an hour later, Steph will hear a rapid knock-knock-knock and find Saul standing outside, briefcase in hand, looking uneasy.]
[She watched his approach from a nearby rooftop, and easily slips down to ground level, appearing from the side rather than, you know, answering the door.]
This way.
[The door doesn't work, so she'll lead him in through what looks like a patched up hole in the wall, but there's a panel that can be easily removed and replaced. The first two floors of the building are empty, falling apart, and the staircase looks like it might break at any moment (she's reinforced it, not that any of those can be seen). The third floor, at first, looks the same, but once she's walked through another deceptively moveable section of wall, there's a clean, neat space. It's a simple set up, a large desk lining one wall, with lab equipment and some assorted mechnical projects scattered across the top, with a miltary style stretcher against the opposite wall.
It's recently been slept in, but Steph heads to the desk, offering Saul the lone chair as she hops up on the desk itself.]
I'd offer you refreshments, but... [a wave of the hand, she figures he'll realize there aren't exactly refreshments around.]
This way.
[The door doesn't work, so she'll lead him in through what looks like a patched up hole in the wall, but there's a panel that can be easily removed and replaced. The first two floors of the building are empty, falling apart, and the staircase looks like it might break at any moment (she's reinforced it, not that any of those can be seen). The third floor, at first, looks the same, but once she's walked through another deceptively moveable section of wall, there's a clean, neat space. It's a simple set up, a large desk lining one wall, with lab equipment and some assorted mechnical projects scattered across the top, with a miltary style stretcher against the opposite wall.
It's recently been slept in, but Steph heads to the desk, offering Saul the lone chair as she hops up on the desk itself.]
I'd offer you refreshments, but... [a wave of the hand, she figures he'll realize there aren't exactly refreshments around.]
[Her appearance startles him considerably more than it might have under other circumstances — his eyes go wide for a second, but he doesn't jump. (Outwardly, anyway. His heart might have skipped a beat or two.)
He feels more comfortable once they're inside, though, enough that he can take the first full breath he's had in about twenty minutes. The surroundings are certainly unfamiliar enough, which would usually be cause for concern, but the scenario isn't; there's something almost pleasant about sneaking around and slipping through secret passages.
Hiding, basically.
He's careful to note the route they're taking, file away the details for later. Just in case.
Once he's seated, he flicks his briefcase open and retrieves his laptop.]
Don't worry about it. Nice place you've got here, by the way. It's... uh. Cozy.
He feels more comfortable once they're inside, though, enough that he can take the first full breath he's had in about twenty minutes. The surroundings are certainly unfamiliar enough, which would usually be cause for concern, but the scenario isn't; there's something almost pleasant about sneaking around and slipping through secret passages.
Hiding, basically.
He's careful to note the route they're taking, file away the details for later. Just in case.
Once he's seated, he flicks his briefcase open and retrieves his laptop.]
Don't worry about it. Nice place you've got here, by the way. It's... uh. Cozy.
[She's in a good enough mood that she huffs a laugh. shrugging.]
It's a burner place. [Like a burner cellphone, and she's already deciding whether or not Saul knowing about it is enough to make it worth burning. On one hand... she doesn't know people knowing here hideouts, but it could be useful to have somewhere that he does know, if they need to meet or if he needs somewhere safe to go. Either way, she can decide later.]
What's up?
[She doesn't bother hiding her curiosity.]
It's a burner place. [Like a burner cellphone, and she's already deciding whether or not Saul knowing about it is enough to make it worth burning. On one hand... she doesn't know people knowing here hideouts, but it could be useful to have somewhere that he does know, if they need to meet or if he needs somewhere safe to go. Either way, she can decide later.]
What's up?
[She doesn't bother hiding her curiosity.]
[Aw, Steph, why'd you have to go and remind Saul that he's only got one burner cellphone left and it doesn't work? The things you don't expect to miss. Man.
He does a bit of typing and clicking, gaze locked on the screen as he speaks.]
How good are you at — [A pause.] Let's call it espionage. I mean, you're obviously adept when it comes to sneaking up on people, but what I'm talking about is more along the lines of... long-term. Maybe. Big, big maybe.
He does a bit of typing and clicking, gaze locked on the screen as he speaks.]
How good are you at — [A pause.] Let's call it espionage. I mean, you're obviously adept when it comes to sneaking up on people, but what I'm talking about is more along the lines of... long-term. Maybe. Big, big maybe.
[She's quiet for a moment, actually weighing that up instead of responding with the cocky, Batgirl answer. It's something she's trained to do, of course, but there are all different sorts of espionage and she's only had practice for certain things.]
I spent two months on a solo mission that involved working undercover and monitoring the operations of an extensive crime syndicate, if that's the sort of thing you're talking about?
[Having to work near the Penguin was actually the worst]
I spent two months on a solo mission that involved working undercover and monitoring the operations of an extensive crime syndicate, if that's the sort of thing you're talking about?
[Having to work near the Penguin was actually the worst]
Yeah, that's the sort of thing I'm talking about.
[After a few more seconds of work, Saul sets the laptop down on the desk with the screen tilted back so she can get a good look at what he's pulled up. It's part of the file he's been keeping on Walter White since day one, complete with biographical information, financial records pertaining to their business transactions, and photos. That's what's on display now: a picture, one that was clearly taken without the subject's knowledge.
They all look like that, actually. But this one is the clearest, and this one shows Walt's face in enough detail that should Steph ever see him, she'd know who he is.
Which brings Saul to his point.]
This man is an ex-client of mine. I need you to keep an eye out for him, if you're willing.
[After a few more seconds of work, Saul sets the laptop down on the desk with the screen tilted back so she can get a good look at what he's pulled up. It's part of the file he's been keeping on Walter White since day one, complete with biographical information, financial records pertaining to their business transactions, and photos. That's what's on display now: a picture, one that was clearly taken without the subject's knowledge.
They all look like that, actually. But this one is the clearest, and this one shows Walt's face in enough detail that should Steph ever see him, she'd know who he is.
Which brings Saul to his point.]
This man is an ex-client of mine. I need you to keep an eye out for him, if you're willing.
[She takes a moment to look at the picture, memorizing the face as best she can.]
You got a reason why?
[She has forgotten that Saul is a criminal lawyer, which means the man on the screen is, in all likelihood, a criminal. That alone is enough to put someone on Steph's radar, but if Saul wants her to specifically keep an eye out for someone, there must be a reason that he's particularly dangerous, and there must be a reason she's asking him to look out for him, amongst what must be numerous clients.]
You got a reason why?
[She has forgotten that Saul is a criminal lawyer, which means the man on the screen is, in all likelihood, a criminal. That alone is enough to put someone on Steph's radar, but if Saul wants her to specifically keep an eye out for someone, there must be a reason that he's particularly dangerous, and there must be a reason she's asking him to look out for him, amongst what must be numerous clients.]
A reason? You just want one?
[He's smiling, but it's not the playful kind of smile Steph might expect from him by now. It's much more strained.]
His name is Walter White. He's in the meth business. Jesse Pinkman, who I mentioned to you a few weeks ago, is — was his partner. If Walter shows up here, I need to know. I need to be the first to know. He's dangerous, he's not to be trusted, and I need to keep him away from Jesse. Keeping him away from me would be pretty great, too, but that's not really an option.
[He rubs the bridge of his nose, glancing toward the floor.]
Unfortunately.
[He's smiling, but it's not the playful kind of smile Steph might expect from him by now. It's much more strained.]
His name is Walter White. He's in the meth business. Jesse Pinkman, who I mentioned to you a few weeks ago, is — was his partner. If Walter shows up here, I need to know. I need to be the first to know. He's dangerous, he's not to be trusted, and I need to keep him away from Jesse. Keeping him away from me would be pretty great, too, but that's not really an option.
[He rubs the bridge of his nose, glancing toward the floor.]
Unfortunately.
[That smile gets an arched eyebrow, but she doesn't say anything, listening instead to Saul's expression. She doesn't bother to hide the anger at meth business; she hates most kinds of criminals, but there's something about drugs that always gets under her skin the most. It might just be that it's personal, with her mom, but she's never quite sure.
She nods.]
If he does show up, how do you want me to deal with him, aside from letting you know?
[It's not that she's going to necessarily take orders from Saul, but she'll listen to his opinion about what might be the best way to handle Walter.]
She nods.]
If he does show up, how do you want me to deal with him, aside from letting you know?
[It's not that she's going to necessarily take orders from Saul, but she'll listen to his opinion about what might be the best way to handle Walter.]
[He sits back in the chair and sighs, setting his hands on his knees. That's the question that's been on his mind ever since the possibility occurred to him. He told Jesse he had a plan. Surprise: he lied.
There's no plan. Aside from this, there isn't even an inkling of a plan.]
I have no idea. You ever kidnap someone?
[HA HA JUST JOKING...
not really though]
There's no plan. Aside from this, there isn't even an inkling of a plan.]
I have no idea. You ever kidnap someone?
[HA HA JUST JOKING...
not really though]
Not long term, I've grabbed people to interrogate, but that's not quite the same thing.
[Usually she was the one being kidnapped, but there's really no need to mention that to Saul.
Instead, she looks thoughtful, trying to think of ways to deal with this.]
The easiest option might be to get the Tranport run police force involved, but Walter would have to commit a crime here before they'd intervene. [a beat] Or we could just threaten him, I can be pretty convincing when I need to be.
[Much more convincing than her joking around with Saul.]
[Usually she was the one being kidnapped, but there's really no need to mention that to Saul.
Instead, she looks thoughtful, trying to think of ways to deal with this.]
The easiest option might be to get the Tranport run police force involved, but Walter would have to commit a crime here before they'd intervene. [a beat] Or we could just threaten him, I can be pretty convincing when I need to be.
[Much more convincing than her joking around with Saul.]
No. No police. And trust me, threatening would be my first option, but...
[He trails off and frowns.
That wouldn't be his first option. Then again, his first option wouldn't work, either. Not here.]
It depends. On when he comes from, if he does. I'm really hoping I'm taking all this precaution for nothing.
[He trails off and frowns.
That wouldn't be his first option. Then again, his first option wouldn't work, either. Not here.]
It depends. On when he comes from, if he does. I'm really hoping I'm taking all this precaution for nothing.
Yeah, they're kind of fucking useless.
[Whether that's a comment on police in general or the force here will remain a mystery forever.
She hates that this has her thinking about other people that might turn up here, even if she never really stops worrying about that, but-- at least at home she knew Sionis was dead. That doesn't matter, here.]
Why don't you give me the full story? I tend to work better if I have all the information.
[Instead of having half of it, which leads to things like gang wars and jesus her thoughts are not being kind to her, right now.]
[Whether that's a comment on police in general or the force here will remain a mystery forever.
She hates that this has her thinking about other people that might turn up here, even if she never really stops worrying about that, but-- at least at home she knew Sionis was dead. That doesn't matter, here.]
Why don't you give me the full story? I tend to work better if I have all the information.
[Instead of having half of it, which leads to things like gang wars and jesus her thoughts are not being kind to her, right now.]
This stays between us.
[Not that he thinks he has to say that, but one can never be too careful.]
He was a chemistry teacher. Real family man, you know? The kind that would do anything for them, so when his doctor slammed him with a lung cancer diagnosis, that's exactly what happened. Jesse was an old student of his, pretty notorious for being involved with the drug scene in town — nothing big, though. Not meth. But Walt got it in his head that Jesse was his only hope.
[It's still that way, he thinks.]
I dunno how Walt came to the decision he did, but I bet his DEA brother-in-law had a lot to do with it. He probably had a light bulb moment when he found out how much money meth cooks rake in. So it all sounds innocuous enough, right? Illegality aside.
[Not that he thinks he has to say that, but one can never be too careful.]
He was a chemistry teacher. Real family man, you know? The kind that would do anything for them, so when his doctor slammed him with a lung cancer diagnosis, that's exactly what happened. Jesse was an old student of his, pretty notorious for being involved with the drug scene in town — nothing big, though. Not meth. But Walt got it in his head that Jesse was his only hope.
[It's still that way, he thinks.]
I dunno how Walt came to the decision he did, but I bet his DEA brother-in-law had a lot to do with it. He probably had a light bulb moment when he found out how much money meth cooks rake in. So it all sounds innocuous enough, right? Illegality aside.
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