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| Scene Title | It's Logistics |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Magnes comes back with the answer to a question that she didn't expect for a couple days and turns down most of the help offered by Magnes except for him to play messenger. |
| Date | November 27, 2010 |
Somewhere, in the corner of some dead end hallway that maybe isn't meant to house a sleeper, is a potential sleeper. Abigail's too mentally uncomfortable to sleep in a room filled with others just in case she happens to flare up from a nightmare or who knows what. So an out of the way corner - in as much as there is such a thing, she's got her inflatable pillow, sleeping bag and a little lantern that she sets out during the day to recharge from the solar panels on top. The upside to knowing you were going to some place where there would be next to nothing. On her stomach she lays, reading the good book, her location known to anyone if they are privy to needing the brunette.
The floor creaks a bit as Magnes lightly makes his way over to her, crouching down to where she's laying, wearing his zipped up leather coat still. "Hey, Abigail." he whispers, trying not to bother anyone who might be sleeping. He doesn't look very tired himself, quite alert. "I looked into some things. Canada seems like your best bet. One more trip out to the mainland tomorrow, and I think I have a pretty easy way to get us there. Money's no problem, I can handle that."
The creak draws her attention, not the first time that people used that particular piece of the flooring to get her attention if they need her down in the infirmary or who knows what else. One palm planted so that she can push up on one side and look over, it's Magnes present that surprises her.
"Canada?" She had been thinking perhaps further away. Whole other continent. Madgascar maybe. See if Dajan perhaps needed someone to play nanny to his offspring. "Get us there? Magnes, I can't ask you to come with me. You have a life here, and you aren't someone on the run" She points out, closing her bible and laying it to the side, looking up at him in the dim light.
"School hasn't started, the band's already recorded their first few songs for the radio, and Russo can live without ratings." Magnes shakes his head dismissively, a gentle smile forming. "You know I'd shift the Earth's polar axis for you, I'm not letting you go at it alone. You trust me, right?"
"Oh Magnes, I have to find out where the network is still operating up there, I need to get money of my own somehow for up there, I can't leave here right away off the bat, I need to make arrangements with the rest of the council. Not like I can just… up and leave tomorrow. I'll have to go to the mainland and…" She'll have to plan. She can't just impulsively leave. "What, are you going to fly me over the border Magnes?"
"That's fine, there's no rush. Make your plans and it'll give me more time to set things up anyway. I thought you were in a rush, that's why I said tomorrow." Magnes points out, finally taking a seat, crossing his legs on the floor and unzipping his jacket to reveal a dark blue shirt with a Space Invader on it. "I know a speedster, she could get us anywhere in the world pretty quickly, and undetected. She's a thief, stealth and being subtle are her things."
"Getting across the border isn't the issue Magnes, it's getting identification so that once I'm there, I can move about and function. There's ferry enclaves up there, I'll have a place to stay until I strike out on my own, but Money is going to be an issue. I got about 1600 to my name right now and it's winter. I wasn't sure which country I would end up going to. It's a lot easier to live off of two grand in India or Bangkok than Canada. There's some logistics to think about"
"Cat will be useful for technical things like getting identification, and if not her, then I have a few other contacts to approach about it. I'm only going to trusted people, so that narrows down the selection a bit, but I know we can do this. You work on the Ferry side of it, and I'll work on the finances and logistics. We'll stay in contact while we're planning so we can be coordinated." Magnes pulls a notebook from his jacket, a leatherbound one, looking a bit more worn and older than the one he wrote the Abby math in. "I know you probably think I'll screw up or do something rash, but you're one of the few things in the world I'd never take chances with."
"Magnes, I know who and where to go to for money, ID is better off being gotten in Canada if I'm going to be living there. It just means that I have to go back to the mainland and let you play messenger for me. Drop off some notes. This is all stuff that I can do on my own, just except for the message part" Which, she's holding her palm out for the book and a pen. "Can you do that?"
"I can do that." Magnes holds out the notebook and reaches into his pocket to offer the pen as well, his smile more one of embarrassment at the moment. "Sorry, my brain's in 'Let's prove to Abby that we're totally useful!' mode." There's a slight pause, a few thoughts lingering, and he finally asks, "Um, so, how long do you think you'll have to do this? I mean, are we waiting for something? I'm not even sure I know why you're on the run, I probably could have asked."
"because I need to be, because I prefer breathing to not breathing" Abby starts writing, scribbling away in her precise handwriting. A message it seems for one Felix Ivanov, and this in painstaking phonetic Russian of all things. "He's a member of Frontline, but you can leave this for him at the Nite Owl and it'll make it's way to him. If he can do what I ask, then he'll drop something back off at the Owl, that you'll need to pick up"
She tears the page out, folding it in half then quarter, Felix's name on the face. It's set to the side, another page flipped to and something else written down. "Drop this at the Corinthian. They
"Because I need to be, because I prefer breathing to not breathing" Abby starts writing, scribbling away in her precise handwriting. A message it seems for one Felix Ivanov, and this in painstaking phonetic Russian of all things. "He's a member of Frontline, but you can leave this for him at the Nite Owl and it'll make it's way to him. If he can do what I ask, then he'll drop something back off at the Owl, that you'll need to pick up"
She tears the page out, folding it in half then quarter, Felix's name on the face. It's set to the side, another page flipped to and something else written down. "Drop this at the Corinthian. They will get this to who it's supposed to. Just need you to put it in a plain envelope is all, no more, no less" He would know who it was from. He needed to know. Abby turns, digging into her bag for a book, flicking it open and writes, transferring words from there, to the notebook.
"I miss the good ol' days, when all we had to worry about was getting shot by crazy Asian men." Magnes eyes the Russian, but nods and watches as she writes the next note. "I'm sorry, Abby, that you have to go through all of this. I know it's not my fault, or no one else's really, but you're married, you should be having your happy ending instead of having to go through so much."
Abigail looks up, paused in her writing to regard him for a moment, then goes back to scribbling by the light of the lantern. "Somedays Magnes. Some day I'll have it and I can stand by him again, lay beside him and smell the cigars on his hands, and his cologne. His hand on my back. Till then my memory will have to suffice and his picture"
Abigail smiles a little at some private joke. "I was going to save money, take him to Italy. Find some small island with privacy and just… live a few days without anything more than the two of us, some olives and some wine and just.." Well, she doesn't finish the sentence, just puts a period on the paper and folds it. A C put on the top of that. "That one in an envelope, Mr. Caliban written on the front Magnes. The other, for Felix Ivanov, left at the nite owl unless you feel like delivering it yourself"
"Damnit, why did my mother have to give me all of those logic lessons. I just had to go and complete the sentence." Magnes rolls his eyes, though his tone and the slight grin suggests that he's clearly teasing, reaching out for the envelopes. "You can count on me, Abby. I'll leave the note at the Nite Owl, more than a few seconds with Felix and I start wanting to knock his teeth out."
He releases a slight sigh, eyes focused on the Caliban letter. "I hope Robert knows how lucky he is. At the very least, I think that should be a requirement for any guy who's with you, to understand just how lucky they are." Less teasing here, and he seems to get a bit genuinely saddened.
"I'm sure Magnes, that he knows and I'm sure that it hurts him in his heart to be apart" Abigail smiles at magnes, passing over the notebook and pen. "Get on with you, I need to finish my reading and get some sleep before they wake me up"
"Ah, uh, yeah, I should get some sleep too." Magnes swallows, nodding quickly as he stands and slides both notes into his book, and that into his jacket. "Good night, Abigail. I won't let you down."
'goodnight Magnes, god bless" She offers in parting, turning away from him to return to her bible. It'll be another ten minutes before she closes it and turns off the light so she can get some rest.
Envelope left for Felix Ivanov at the Nite Owl
Noon, Central Park, Bethesda Fountain, wednesday
AB
Sealed Letter left by Magnes at the Corinthian Front Desk for Caliban:
