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The Italian restaurant is liberally surrounded with "Police Scene. Do Not Cross" tape. The tall man in the Eisenhower jacket walks right past it and opens the door. Apparently the police have accounted for this possibility as there is an overweight man in a patrolman's uniform with a donut in one hand and an almost empty donut box in the other. He looks up, hand frozen halfway to his mouth.

"Can I help you?"

The Middleman flashes an easy grin. "FBI," he explains, flashing a badge. "Night shift."

The cop nods in acceptance, then holds out the donut box. "Donut?"

The Middleman shakes his head in disapproval. "That would ruin my appetite, officer."

This draws a blink, a shrug, and a thoughtful donut munch or two. The Middleman has already dismissed the officer and is walking slowly around the restaurant examining things through an odd black device of some sort.

Date: 2009-05-03 01:25 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (cross that cause off the list)
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Behind him, the door swings open and shut again. As the device beeps, the cop interrupts.

"Excuse me. This kid says she's with you."

It's Wendy, still sporting the shorts, tee, and bad attitude. If she's smarting at being called a kid, she doesn't show it, saving all of her annoyance for the mysterious fella in the funny coat.

Date: 2009-05-03 01:27 am (UTC)
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The Middleman turns and raises an eyebrow. "Special Agent Watson," he smiles to see her. "Slacking off the dress-code, I see."

Date: 2009-05-03 01:34 am (UTC)
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"Oh, I don't do dress code after sundown," Wendy informs him matter-of-factly.

Date: 2009-05-03 01:41 am (UTC)
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The Middleman actually tsks at her and shakes his head. "It's bad apples like you that put Mister Hoover in a dress." He nods to the officer. "Yeah, officer, she's with me."

The officer shrugs in a way that suggests he couldn't care less and wanders out of the room. Presumably in search of more donuts.

Date: 2009-05-03 01:47 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (recruitment tactics)
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Wendy takes this as an invitation and ducks under the bright yellow crime tape. The scene in the restaurant is not particularly grisly – not anymore at least, with the bodies removed – but it does give her something of a thrill to be wandering strolling in like she works under William Petersen.

She takes a quick glance around the room, then looks up at the big green guy.

Date: 2009-05-03 01:50 am (UTC)
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He's already turned back to examining the room with his whate-er-it-is device. "Ida had this address on her desk. Photographic memory," he surmises.

Date: 2009-05-03 01:52 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (young & photogenic)
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Smug, she corrects, "Abstract expressionist."

Date: 2009-05-03 01:56 am (UTC)
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"You know," he continues conversationally, "Last time we spoke you weren't exactly..." he pauses as if searching for the appropriate term. "Nice."

"Why the attitude adjustment?"

Date: 2009-05-03 02:03 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (can handle it myself)
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"Well," she says, "I heard you take care of exotic problems."

Date: 2009-05-03 02:04 am (UTC)
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He smiles at the chance to turn her own words back at her. "Define 'exotic'."

Date: 2009-05-03 02:08 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (cross that cause off the list)
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Her answer isn't as exciting as his was, and in a way, is also far more depressing.

"No job. No money. No sense of reality now that I know comic book evil roams the world."

Date: 2009-05-03 02:11 am (UTC)
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"Wow," he says with mock-gravity. Or maybe it's actual gravity. Sometimes it's hard to tell.

"That is an exotic problem."

Date: 2009-05-03 02:15 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (so what the hell happened?)
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Wendy opts not to take this possible lack of sympathy to personally.

"I heard when comic book evil strikes, you're there to cover it up."

Date: 2009-05-03 02:17 am (UTC)
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He snorts in amusement. "Nice one!" he compliments her.

Date: 2009-05-03 02:32 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (can handle it myself)
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"You said you'd shoot me if i told anybody about that monster."

This situation is not nearly as funny to Wendy.

Date: 2009-05-03 02:33 am (UTC)
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"It was a test of honesty," he tells her. As if it should have been obvious.

Date: 2009-05-03 02:37 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (damn sneaky superheroes)
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'Obvious' it ain't. At least not to Wendy.

"How?"

Date: 2009-05-03 02:45 am (UTC)
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He shoots her a "please" look. "What makes more sense, that a monster trashed a science lab or that a gas main exploded? If I hadn't planted your Zippo, some pink-skinned normal would have still come up with a rational explanation."

"People want to believe reality's normal, the ones who don't are freaks." He pauses pointedly. "And no one believes them anyway."

Date: 2009-05-03 02:48 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (that's nonsensical!)
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It's quite a little speech, made especially surreal by the fact that he's standing, Wendy has just noticed, in front of a wall pockmarked with bullet holes.

As he pushes past her, intent on some part of his investigation, she asks, "Well – who do you work for?"

Date: 2009-05-03 03:01 am (UTC)
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He shrugs as he turns his attention to the room rather than Wendy. "I got recruited the exact same way you did. When the last Middleman hired me, he never said and I never asked. Ida was already there. So were all the weapons and gadgets and things. Sometimes a box comes in with more weapons and gadgets and things, I don't know where they come from, they just do."

He stands up to look over at her. "Maybe Ida runs the show, maybe it's the conspiracy. Maybe it's God." Then he flashes that infuriating grin. "I'm just the Middleman."

As if it's the natural thing to do after this long spiel, the Middleman bends down to pick something up and stands back up shaking his head. "Doggone cops," he sounds rueful and fond, "they always miss the big clues."

He holds his big clue out for Wendy to inspect.

Date: 2009-05-03 03:08 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (so what the hell happened?)
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She tables her questions as she examines the big, yellow, floppy object that will apparently crack the case.

"A banana peel?"

Date: 2009-05-03 03:14 am (UTC)
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The look he levels at her is slightly disappointed. "Someone is eliminating mobsters in an algorithmic way. This pattern suggests an advanced intelligence; something far more sinister than simple wise guys."

Date: 2009-05-03 03:17 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (like soldiers in a war)
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"Define 'sinister'."

Date: 2009-05-03 03:18 am (UTC)
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He smiles like a kid in a candy store.

"You wanna know? You gotta sign up."

Date: 2009-05-03 04:05 am (UTC)
define_hinky: (weapons & gadgets & things)
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Wendy takes a moment to envision the possibilities.

She'd get her own Eisenhower jacket, of course, and her own weapons and gadgets and things. They'd team up, fight crime; she'd be the Riggs to his Murtaugh, or possibly the Lowrey to his Burnett. He'd be a little bit country, she'd be a little bit rock and roll. He could teach her all that action hero stuff and she could teach him how to dress. It wouldn't be an even match, that's for sure, but if a lifetime of being saturated in the pop culture ephemera of modern civilization has taught Wendy anything, it's that those are the best kind.

Eventually she shrugs.

"Yeah, why not."

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