Oh shit. Well there went cutting out half of the problem.
"Okay," Carmilla and made her way to said office. Maybe it was about something else totally, she thought - hoped - as she stopped by the door and knocked.
What a load of shit, Carmilla thought as she took her bike back to the Church. She was a bit early, but she was paranoid that way, she had to be early for anything and be sure that if something went south she'd be able to disappear like a rat in a sewer.
She drove with headphones on that drowned the bike motor and anything else. Three days that she had wanted to be relaxing and sex filled were anything but. She didn't park her bike in front of the church but stashed the newly decaled symbol of mobility and freedom in an alley near by and walked the rest of the distance and, taking a deep breath, went inside.
Carmila wasn't the only one who believe in being early and being prepared. Erik was there as well, sitting calmly in his civvies at one of the pews, watching the front door. When Cammie entered he nodded to her in recognition.
"Ms Black." he said warmly. "Have you reached a decision?"
"Three days really isn't that much time when you think about it," she said, standing and looking behind the altar at all the Christian symbolism that could be packed into a small space. Another joke, this one almost on a cosmic level.
God didn't exist, people had to do things for themselves.
"I'm going to be completely honest here. Fury knew you talked to me. And you can guess what he wants me to answer," she said simply staring at a man hanging on a cross. Crucifixion was a crappy way to go. She had read up on it. "I want to do something. And I don't want to ruin things by having so much inside info so early that I have to end up stuck in the middle. Hell, I don't even want to be in the middle, if that makes any sense
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Erik just smiled thinly. "The time is rapidly coming to a close when your mutants such as yourself can afford to try to play all sides." he said with a thin smile.
"Do you believe Nicholas Fury has the best-interests of our kind in his cold, black heart?" he asked. "Do you think his governmental masters will allow him to work in our people's best interests?" he asked.
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"Okay," Carmilla and made her way to said office. Maybe it was about something else totally, she thought - hoped - as she stopped by the door and knocked.
Likely nothing.
Maybe.
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Also true.
"I just filed the paperwork about it." That barely summed up the last few days, but that was fine. He was just asking about Vermont.
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What a load of shit, Carmilla thought as she took her bike back to the Church. She was a bit early, but she was paranoid that way, she had to be early for anything and be sure that if something went south she'd be able to disappear like a rat in a sewer.
She drove with headphones on that drowned the bike motor and anything else. Three days that she had wanted to be relaxing and sex filled were anything but. She didn't park her bike in front of the church but stashed the newly decaled symbol of mobility and freedom in an alley near by and walked the rest of the distance and, taking a deep breath, went inside.
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"Ms Black." he said warmly. "Have you reached a decision?"
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God didn't exist, people had to do things for themselves.
"I'm going to be completely honest here. Fury knew you talked to me. And you can guess what he wants me to answer," she said simply staring at a man hanging on a cross. Crucifixion was a crappy way to go. She had read up on it. "I want to do something. And I don't want to ruin things by having so much inside info so early that I have to end up stuck in the middle. Hell, I don't even want to be in the middle, if that makes any sense ( ... )
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"Do you believe Nicholas Fury has the best-interests of our kind in his cold, black heart?" he asked. "Do you think his governmental masters will allow him to work in our people's best interests?" he asked.
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