Now with ninja action!

[meowminx]

WHO: Logan (heavymetalclaws) & Selina (catmasked)
WHERE: Stark Tower
WHEN: March 11th, night
SUMMARY: Selina sneaks into Stark Tower to give the security a once-over for the heroes. Logan smells she's back in town and goes to say hi.
FORMAT: Quicklog


[Selina has been traversing the air ducts for almost two hours. They're completely unsecured, the whole complex wide open to her. Rather embarrassing, really.

She pauses over an empty corridor, certain she's been this way before. As good a time as any for a break. Lying on her stomach in the cramped passage, she jots down a few more notes and suggestions in the little book she brought along.]

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[heavymetalclaws.livejournal.com]

[Logan'd picked up Selina's scent an hour ago. It'd been easy enough to slip away when nobody was looking -- whole place was a mess. At least the real problems'd decided not to show their ugly mugs. Didn't mean they wouldn't, though.

Decades of martial training means that even in his heavy motorcycle boots, the Wolverine barely makes a sound as he prowls through the empty corridors. Nostrils flaring rhythmically, he pauses in the middle of one of them, a couple paces short of being directly below an air vent. Glances upwards, then reaches into his jacket pocket to fetch out a cigar.]

Fed your cats.

[meowminx]

[She's been going nonstop for almost 36 hours and is completely focused on her notes. Logan's voice startles her more than it should. She starts, cracking her head on the metal above her.]

Fucking...

[More embarrassment than pain. The padding in her cowl has protected her from far worse.

It takes her less than a minute to get the vent open. She peers out, then drops to the floor below, landing in a crouch.]

Thanks, Shorty.

[heavymetalclaws.livejournal.com]

[He can't resist a smirk.]

Anytime, darlin'.

[Tilts his head a little.]

Lookin' for anythin' in particular?

[meowminx]

[She pushes up her goggles, matches his head tilt. She knows better than to ask how he found her.]

Told Squishy I'd go over the security here. It's pretty lousy, by the way.

[Her eyes move over the walls as she speaks, registering flaws and possibilities. A touch twitchier than usual. She's running on the last vestiges of adrenaline and caffeine.]

Things going smoothly so far? [Quieter.] How does the Porter look?

[heavymetalclaws.livejournal.com]

[He notices. Can smell the spent adrenaline on her breath. Sees it in the way she stands.]

It's a goddamn mess. [He sticks a cigar between his teeth and digs in his jeans pocket for a book of matches.] Parker's got an idea we might be able to use it for somethin', but I ain't about to start packin'.

[meowminx]

[Not the best news, but a little of the tension in her stance still dissipates. Hard decisions put off for another day.

A slight smile. Her first all day, really.]

Does that mean the school you're putting together might still be able to use some funds?

[heavymetalclaws.livejournal.com]

[Logan eyes her over the end of the cigar. Shrugs a little, and strikes a match.]

You'd have to ask Scooter about that, darlin'.

[meowminx]

[She looks a touch amused at that.]

Scooter, right. Only that kind of defeats the purpose of an anonymous donation.

[Leans back against the wall.]

Just figured you'd be able to sniff out that it was me anyway.

[heavymetalclaws.livejournal.com]

[He takes a drag or two on the cigar. Taps ash onto the floor, smoke curling around his head in thin white ribbons. Looks over at Selina, eyes narrowed, head tilted, a grin tugging up the corners of his mouth.]

You know what they say, sweetheart. [A flash of teeth.] I'm the best there is at what I do.

[meowminx]

[She returns his grin with her own smile, a tilt of her head.]

Yeah, you know just how many people claim that?