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| Scene Title | What Was So Bad About Arthur Petrelli? |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Tracy wants info on Pinehearst. Adam wants info on Frontline. |
| Date | July 27, 2009 |
Ambient lighting blankets the establishment in a soft luminescence, glowing in tones of appealing orange from the front face of the bar and low hanging light fixtures overhead. Old style brick walls given the pub an appealing depth, reflecting the tone of lights in a more amber hue down upon the lengths of the polished, wooden floors. The bar counter of lacquered dark wood stretches along the northern wall, the forefront for shelves of numerous liquors and the substantially sized LCD televisions spaced liberally behind it. The screens flicker with the latest games and news as the labeled spirit bottles wink from lighted shelves with a beckon of their own. Barstools and high tables welcome tipsy patrons to their support, scattered with throughout the barroom with a few wedge into the darker, quieter, and more secretive recesses. Over the bar are a few banners of sports teams, most notably one of English football club Manchester United.
The thick wooden door to the west is fitted with a single neon sign sponsored by one of the brews on tap, glowing in the door's center window to shed its light onto the sidewalk outside and summoning in new customers when the bar is open for business.
The news about Pinehearst biotechnical company does more hurt than most can realize. Even more than Tracy realizes, but the pains of recent events are bad enough for her. One more ally checked off the list - and to boot, there goes her only hope of ever getting rid of this ability. Certainly, she's getting used ot it. But having the option there had been a nice touch.
Matthew Parkman was kind enough to throw Tracy a gem long ago that she held on to: Adam Monroe is associated with Pinehearst. Rather than going into what could be a political messy situation if she's found out (what with the nuclear reactor and all) she instead gave the Brittish man a call.
He insisted on meeting here. Tracy doesn't like it - pubs and such places are not her forte and make her a little uncomfortable. Still, she's here, sitting at the bar, and trying to order a dry martini. She's wearing a simple, fitted business dress and pearls.
Adam steps into the bar. For once, alone. He takes in a breath and says, "Ah, I love the smell of a pub." and then glances at the haughty blonde seated at the bar. He makes is way over and sits on a stool next to her, "Hallo, Ms. Strauss, such a long time since we've talked. You're doing well, I hope."
Tracy turns to hear the english voice, taking her martini and dunking the olive once for good measure. "Well enough, Mr. Monroe." she says. It's true, she is better - most of her scratches and cuts are healed, there's one on her arm that will scar though. "But from my understanding, you have not been having a good time at all. Is this so?"
Adam glances over the cuts and scratches for some moments in a thoughtful way before he glances back up at Tracy, "Really?" he questions, "I'm not sure where you might have heard that. I'm having a wonderful time. Your sources must be very sketchy."
Tracy calmly sips her martini. Liquor does help make things easier, and she may be having a bit more than her normal share of late. "Oh, is that so? I simply assumed with this little accident at Pinehearst might not be your ideal response. My last understanding was that you were working for a very dear old man I've had the pleasure to meet on a few occasions, a fellow called ARthur?"
Adam tilts his head a moment, "Oh, you were friends with Arthur?" he questions, "Ashame what happened to him." he says. Then he glances at Tracy, "So, what's your interest?" he questions, "Running out of allies, are we?"
Tracy takes another pointed sip of her martini. "Quite the opposite, really. Everyone's replacable. Although I am rather curious about what did happen in there on that fateful day. Not the nuclear reactor, of course, that's rather self-explanitory. And I'm sure DHS are doing all the necessary investigations, but I've always been more of a fan of personable information. Person-to-person sharing." She sets her glass down, flipping her hair out of the way to turn and look at Adam. "Perhaps a person like you might know something about it all, Mr. Monroe."
Adam chuckles a moment and reaches forward, patting Tracy on the forearm, "Oh, Ms. Strauss, always hungry for…everything." he leans back and turns around in his stool so that his back is resting against the bar. He has an amused and somewhat enigmatic look upon his lips and then glances over at Tracy, "Perhaps I might know some things. The question has to be…why tell you?"
Tracy has never been one of those girls that said, 'what do you want?' No, that leaves too much open and they may not even know what they want. But she hadn't thought out an offer too far in advance, so she'll do her best. "Well, if you're willing to be a helping hand to me, Mr. Monroe, and not cause an overwealming amount of trouble, I might be able to convince DHS and the slowly reforming Primatech paper to be a little less hungry for your jugular." She's assuming that some protection from the possibility of another 30 years will be somewhat enticing.
Adam considers Tracy with a wry grin, "Trouble?" he chuckles, "Oh, I never cause any trouble. I'm just here to enjoy life. To take in the sights, to have a good beer now and again." he leans forward to Tracy, "Did you know in Sweden they have a beer that tastes like cherries? /Cherries/." then he leans back, "But you'll have to do better than that Ms. Strauss. You're starting to bore me."
Tracy seems slightly amused by him. "Did you know at the corner store near my apartment they sell a blueberry ale? It's nothing that novel." But she dismisses it with a wave. "Alright, Mr. Monroe. What is it that I can do for you?" She hates asking that.
Adam drums his fingertips a bit upon the bar, "Frontline." he says, "I want to know all about them. You are their speakerpiece now, yes?"
Tracy grins suddenly at his question. "I'm the spokesperson for many things, FRONTLINE among them." She explains. "What is it you want to know? The bill is available to the public. What's there is there."
Adam shakes his head a bit, "If I wanted you to explain a bill to me, I would simply call your office. Or watch CNN." he considers languidly, "I want to know who's going to be in charge. What the end game is. What they're planning to do once the bill is passed." he looks to Tracy, "I want to know what they plan to do to Staten Island."
Tracy bows her head, sending the bartender away to fetch another martini for her, dismissively, as though he were an errand boy. "Before I say any more, Mr. Monroe, there's a few things I want. First, I want you to tell me what I want to know. You have a reputation as a crimminal among respected circles." That, and he can't die. If he wanted to stop her from leaving, he could. "The other is that when I reveal my hand to you, that it stays out of the mainstream. The public can't know."
Adam reaches across the bar and picks up a swizzle stick which he slips into his mouth and plies around like some sort of toothpick. He chuckles a bit at Tracy and her demands and then says, "Who am I going to tell in the mainstream?" he questions. He chews on the swizzle some more, "You want to know about Pinehearst? Phoenix blew it up."
Tracy nods, waiting with her question until the man has brought her next drink and been properly shoo'ed away. "Why?" She finally murmers, icy blue eyes locked on the man as he talks.
Adam arches a brow and glances at Tracy, "Why? Were you entirely unaware of what Petrelli was doing?" he questions, "They were morally apalled by all his human experimenting. That and he kept killing people. Plus, he was holding some of their boyfriends hostage." he continues to chew.
Tracy has to be careful here. If she asks about the killing and holding of people, he'll assume she knew about the experimenting - which she suspected, but never knew. She can only pick one that she wants answers for. "Who was he holding hostage? Why?"
Adam chuckles at that question. He takes the stick out of his mouth and vaguely motions in her direction as he does so, "Are you kidding? Who wasn't he holding hostage?" he grins, "Parkman, Molly…" he pauses, "His own son."
There we go! "Peter Petrelli? Why on earth would the man have his own son kidnapped?" Of course, she asks about Peter simply to make sure it was Peter. MAybe Arthur was behind this whole other Nathan thing. Perhaps that is where this goes. It woudl be nice, but…..
Adam mmms, "I don't know." but he seems like he might know. "You'll have to ask Arthur that." he pulls the stick out of his mouth again and says, "Or perhaps, Peter. He's out there somewhere." seems a bit disdainful of that bit. "Either way, his hostage list was long and storied. And the list of people he murdered…" he shrugs, "Arthur just got too big for his britches and the scooby gang put a stop to it."
Now Tracy decides to go fishing. "This doesn't sound like Phoenix. Just weeks ago they did that interview advocating peaceful protest. This sounds almost like the terrorist Sylar or some such thing." She sits back, pondering a moment
Adam laughs at all that. Then looks at Tracy like she's just said more than she realizes. Then he goes back in chewing the stick. "I would think, if anyone, you would understand the need for proper public relations."
Tracy gives him a wry look. His bouts of laughter are rather unbecomming. "I also understand the need to adhere to public relations. Saying one thing and doing the exact opposite does nothing but foster mistrust. Any third grader could tell you that."
Adam shrugs, "Only if people find out it was Phoenix. My guess is that they'll lay low. Pretend like it wasn't them. Move on. Pretend to protest with their pretty little grafitti." he pauses, "And now I've told you about Pinehearst. Now, I want to hear about Frontline."
Tracy finishes her second Martini and no, she does not ask for a third. "There's really very little to say, Mr. Monroe. It's being spearheaded by Vice Presidnt Mitchell as I'm sure you're aware. And yes, sometime in the future they do have plans for Staten Island, in order to try to get it under control from the crimminals that are running rampant there."
Adam mms, "Oh, indeed." he says, "But Mitchell is no military man. Who's going to be running the operational side?" he questions, "Who are they having lead the frontline teams?" he questions.
Tracy opens her hands in an empty gesture. "There's a man named General Autumn that's been working very closely with V.P. Mitchell on the military aspect. But anything deeper than that crosses from the executive into DoD, and that's not my territory. I don't speak for them."
Adam nods a bit, "Well." he says, "I'd like to be kept up to date, Ms. Strauss." he says as he pushes from the bar, "Perhaps I'll even have more information that you'll need as well. One never knows, hmm?"
Tracy gives Adam here winning political smile. "Of course, the future is perfectly unpredictable. I wish you a very pleasant day, Mr. Monroe." She held back, but there are some things that she really cannot have him expressing, lest they reach public ears. Some things too dangerous.