Don't know when, but it's soon

[mocks]

WHO: Bobbi Morse, Nick Fury, Julian Keller, Gilbert Nightray, & Daria Morgendorffer
WHERE: Madison Square Park, by the statue of William Seward.
WHEN: 10am, Sunday morning
WARNINGS: N/A?
SUMMARY: Nick's latest project is go. Now he needs soldiers.
FORMAT: Quick.

[The sun is shining into the park, though the temperature hasn't yet hit it's full potential for the day. Bobbi is keeping herself occupied by drinking black coffee from a nondescript travel mug, listening to the birds chirping and flitting from tree to tree while maintaining a respectable distance from Nick, who is standing near the base of the Seward statue. She doesn't make eye contact with him, barely pays him any notice at all as she finds an empty spot on a park bench to wait for the others to arrive.]

Comments

[invoking]

[ Every now and then Gil can put up a decent brave front, but to someone as highly perceptive as Nick and Bobbi he's still visibly tense and trying too hard. ]

That's... that's because I'm not a -- whatever you think I am! And even then, don't we get some time to think about this? [ He swallows hard and takes a deep breath. ]

[hellionated]

[ Julian shrugs his shoulders, giving Gil an irritated glance. ]

What time do you need? Come on, you aren't gonna tell me you don't want to know what these people are doing. If they're in league with someone who could actually hurt us, we have to know. We keep getting screwed over here because the bad guys keep getting the jump on us. We can't keep letting that happen.

[onmyneck]

[Daria keeps silent. In her heart, she stills feel undecided on whether this is the right thing to do, but she knows she's already committed to it. She can barely convince herself, and she understands Gil's annoyance at being pushed into a new role.]

[mocks]

You're right.

[Bobbi maintains a calm facade, though her mind is pumped full of refreshed memories of her own induction into SHIELD and the ways of Nick Fury. Not an easy process, not even one she fully understood or consented to when she'd told him 'yes'. But she's never regretted her choice, and she hopes sincerely that these kids will realize how they can help, the significance of their contributions.]

We've sat by for too damn long. Years ago, when I first arrived here, imPorts faced a threat called the HIVE. They're gone now, almost forgotten save for what they did in L.A. An entire city was wiped off the map because terrorists wanted to hurt imPorts. This crap's happened a half a dozen times in the last three years, and it'll keep happening unless we find a way to nip it in the bud.

[Now she looks mad, like the weight of all the years she's spent doing this may be sinking on her. But she recovers quite quickly and shakes it off.]

Maybe we won't find shit on these people. Maybe there's nothin' to learn. But on the off chance we can save somebody's life, liberty, or property, I say we're obligated to do it.

[And at the very least, they'll get some intel to tuck away for later. Not a bad trade, if they can manage not to get caught.]

So think about it, Gil. You too, Daria. And while you do, I'll order some milkshakes.

[invoking]

A whole city...

[ Fury's no longer Gil's concern suddenly. In fact, Bobbi's controlled anger is what gets him to shrink back a little while he tries absorb all this information laid out now. He had never heard of HIVE and he doesn't know the history of this world well enough to have known an entire city was destroyed here.

It actually hits close to home -- literally. Sablier had once been a flourishing city, some sort of home to him one hundred years ago. He hadn't uncovered the full truth yet, just pieces of it, but he knows well enough the sort of damages and following consequences of a city falling into ruin.

It does the trick. He falls silent, his fingers no longer digging hard into the skin of his palm.

Oz, him, and the others have been trying to prevent a second Tragedy from occurring back home. Bobbi and Fury were trying to prevent something similar and finally, as strange as this all still is to him, he begins to understand where they are coming from. ]

... I'll think about it, Miss Bobbi.

[ Which is his way of saying while he's actually almost sold on this. He's been crafted into someone's "left eye" before, so to speak. ]