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| Scene Title | Lament Of The Night Owl |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Felix wants some answers from the only fed he wont's teamroll, and end sup giving her a tidbit or two between lamenting deaths and near deaths. |
| Date | April 30, 2009 |
The Nite Owl is a survivor from ages past - one of those ancient diners with huge plate glass windows, checkerboard linoleum floor, and a neon owl over the entrance that blinks at those entering. Inside, there's an L-shaped main counter, complete with vintage soda fountain and worn steel stools. All of the cooking is done on the ranges ranked against the rear wall. The outer wall is lined with booths upholstered in cracked scarlet vinyl, tables trimmed with polished chrome. Despite its age, it's been lovingly maintained. The air is redolent with the scent of fresh coffee, vanilla, and frying food.
This is her second time here today, this morning with Lawrence and now here. Felix called, wants a meeting with her. She's on light duty which meant no running around and tacking evolveds, no gym time or such. Lots of paperwork and phone calls. So when she got the call, Minea parted ways with her partner and is back in that same place, same booth, cup of tea this time and waiting on a slice of pie while poking at some cream of broccoli soup.
Fel is painfully punctual, as ever. He's in his suit, briefbag in hand, and looks harried and worn. He drops into the booth across from her. Both prior acquaintance and her obvious weakness has him pursing his lips, but he doesn't launch into the tirade you'd expect.
"Felix" greeted politely, Minea's looking over at the fed. "Reason for the meeting?"
"What happened to you?" he asks, with unwonted gentleness. "And well, the main issue I have is Gabriel Gray apparently on walkabout."
"Don't read the news? A suspect gunned us down. He.. " Minea's not in a good mood. "Marks is dead. Suspect grabbed her gun when she made a stupid move and turned it around, shot her four times in the chest then came after me." She's up and moving around. "Marks passed away Yesterday evening" As for Gabriel gray. "Is he?"
Fel closes his eyes. "I'm sorry," he says, and there's genuine regret in his voice, despite all his dislike for HomeSec. "It's always hard to lose someone that way. So I'm told. Even though I was there when HomeSec took him. If you can….verify that for me?"
"I can look into it, but no guarantee's that I'll get an answer. I'm low man on totem pole. Maybe if I was still where I was, I might, but with the transfer… I have to start from the bottom. I'll pass on your sympathies to agent Sawyer. She was the one who actually had to pull the plug"
Unthinkingly, he touches his own deathwound with light fingers - it looks like t he beginning of him crossing himself, before he lets his hand fall. "Thank you," he says, simply. "What was that mess about, last night?"
You say, "What mess last night?" Puzzlement on the brunette's face. "I miss something Felix?""
"I mean, the other day," he says, embarrassed. "What incident ended in the shooting? I haven't heard, not beyond the headlines."
"we were speaking with a new agent. Someone who apparently has a hard on for homeland and doesn't like them decided to interfere. He had no weapon and yet…" Somehow with a chair, he managed to take down one agent, get a hold of a gun and shoot another. This she relays to him over the chicken soup.
And Fel looks utterly chagrined. "Damn," he says. "No powers? Not Evolved?"
"Regeneration" That's Minea's one words answer. It's a sad sight when someone without weapons manages to get the upper hand on Minea. "Healed like a mother fucker""
Felix blows out an exasperated breath. "Goddamit. I'm beginning to understand why my old partner has such a hateon for the Evolved."
"Can't have god damned children anymore" but not that she planned on having any in the first place. "Gabriel gray. What makes you think he's not in custody?"
"I got attacked by an Evolved I knew of old. Who suddenly acquired an entirely new power. Not to mention that a couple people in the know implied as much. Contacts," Fel says, lifting a hand to get the waitress's attention. "Wait, you can't?" he says, suddenly.
"The debacle with our favourite birds. I got shot then. The regenerator took care of the other necessary small body part. I'm calling it God's plan to ensure that I don't procreate" She can laugh at that. "Wait a moment.. Suddenly acquired a new power? Can you expound on that?"
Fel just peers at her. "Yes. Previously, she controlled birds. Avian telepathy. She was part of the Vanguard. But….last I saw her, she had degeneration. Pulled open old wounds, put me right in the hospital."
"So wait.. She had Avian telepathy… but now she possesses a different ability?" Minea's suddenly looking more than a little unhappy and the blackberry unclicks from belt so she can take down notes.
"That is exactly what I am saying," Fel says, with a very rueful sigh.
'When was this Felix. that you got hurt and found this out" Something up. That's for sure. "She's part of the Vanguard, was there anyone else with her? Where did this take place?"
And now Fel eyes her narrowly. "Edge of the midtown ruins, a few days ago. No one that I saw."
That's all typed in with thumbs. 'Felix, Fel. If you come across anyone else, who's not ticking right on the evo meter, can you let me know. Its just.. it's something. Might be nothing, but it could be something. You suspect maybe this perp this… "She wracks her mind. "Eileen I think her name was? You think it might be Sylar?"
"That's all I can think of," Fel concedes, unhappily. "OR else other people are starting to do what Gray does."
"I think everyone would know if someone like Sylar started popping up again. I'll see what I can find out for you Felix" Minea puts the blackberry away, running a hand through her hair and cracking her neck. "God this week is…"
And Fel supplies, "Awful, I think, would be the most accurate term," The waitress brings his entree, and he sets to with enthusiasm, despite the grim conversation.
"Awful. But .. I'll throw myself into work and wait for full healing and then I can carry on with my damned job and loose myself in it" Minea's pie comes this time around and then she's digging into it as well. "Fel, I keep loosing partners"
"I keep nearly being the partner that gets lost," he confesses in return. "But I'm sorry. It sounds like your job is even more dangerous than mine…."
"Ohhh, well then, don't let me join the FBI because they'll surely assign you to me" Minea takes a few bites of her pie before she pushes it away, loosing her appetite. "I need to go. I didn't get much sleep and I've been on my feet all day, my stitches are bothering me. You call if there's anything else Fel. I'll let you know either way about Gray"
He just looks up to her, and nods. "If there's anything I can do to help you, tell me," he says, bluntly.
"I will Felix. Your on my speed dial" And frankly, he's what veronica was to Katherine. The one who she's going to choose to have the plug pulled if she ever comes into that situation. Someone who won't pull any nonsense and dither. "Take care yourself"