Summary:Sam finds an unexpected guest lurking around SHIELD Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Sam is currently on desk duty, but he should be back in the field soon. He got some grievous wounds in undisclosed circumstances a while back. He was offered healing and took a little, but didn't indulge fully. In his opinion, it isn't particularly fair to take advantage of magical healing abilities that aren't available to the general public. When the healing staff spend more time in children's hospitals, he'll consider using them more freely. So he's still a bit sore but mostly intact by this point.
He's working late finishing up some processing forms, mostly alone in this part of the building when he hears something, down towards one of the other offices. He doesn't think it's normally occupied. Pushing up from his chair, he makes his way over and peeks in, finding a woman he doesn't recognize inside.
'Excuse me, ma'am, have you got clearance for this area?" he asks Amanda Waller.
The sound was the ending of jazz, one that was cranked up at the last minute and soon cut off. A slight little grunt is heard and then nothing. The lights were dim in that particular office; Waller probably finishing up on the computer of an office that was borrowed just for a time. Back from overseas, her affairs in order over there. Touching down home to one of the most political meccas in the world. New York.
The young man who appears at the door was met with a woman, older than most found in these parts, kinky-coiled hair styled and upright to perfection with a business acumen to boot. Her lips form into a thin line as she leans forward upon the desk, her elbows situated, arched eyebrow raised.
"Do you have the clearence for me to answer that question?"
Sam Guthrie reaches into the pocket of his shield uniform and displays his ID, "Agent Samuel Guthrie, ma'am, Field Agent 3rd class, special operations division. Y'know, superhuman and weird stuff," he says. "I don't know if you need a specific rank to answer a question, but I do know this is where I normally work and you're a new face to me, ma'am. I don't mean no offense by it, just doesn't pay to be lackadaisical about that sorta stuff when you're, y'know, guarding the secrets of the nation an' all."
Amanda looks closely towards the ID, though it could have been more than just a squint. But the badge at least was real (no doubt), but Amanda still doesn't show hers, not just yet. Her briefcase was soon rested upon the table, the woman taking everything in stride. She wasn't about to bust his balls, he was just doing his job. Plus his division says that the young man was more than meets the eye. Which was interesting.
What was more interesting was when Amanda opens up her briefcase; the files that were in were splayed in a way that the tabs showed various names. Names that may or may not seem familiar to Sam, criminals who were probably long dead and gone.. and his very own.
On top of it, her badge. Level 10 clearance. Whether it was fake or not is anyones guess.
"Honey, if you knew exactly who I was, you'd be guarding me almost immediately. But here. Here's my badge." She doesn't hand it to him, but it was tossed upon the table, probably soon to be relinquished and dropped down a few ranks. Who knows with Amanda. "You're in a high class division but they got you busting papers. What's your story?"
Sam Guthrie looks at the badge. Does he have the chops to tell whether or not it's fake? He does not. But it looks good and she's gotten this far so, if she is infiltrating, well, he's not the first one she's fooled. Pushing and doubting would only make things worse. And, truth be told, Sam Guthrie was the kind of person just assumed most people were honest. Which is a weird trait in a spy.
"I'm still a bit new, ma'am. Plus, I'm just off of injured reserve and I think they're kind of taking it easy for me. I've gotten busted up a few times pretty quick and I guess they wanna make sure I don't crack my skull 'fore my first year is up," he says. "Plus, I needed to file some things and my house is a little…full at the moment."
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Amanda gives him a near most bland look, then reaches forward to clip her band upon her coat. "Unh." She says quietly, pushing the files together neatly before snapping her briefcase shut, and rising from her chair. It seemed that she no longer had use for this room and she was preparing to leave, immediately walking out the door with a quickened pace. She stops just as she's about to become out of view, her feet skidding a bit in her hells.
"Well, don't just stand there, lets go."
And off she walks again, and if he's following her, it would seem as if she knew her way around the place. "Anyone with a sane mind or peace in his own house wouldn't be running from it." She comments. She herself always prided in a quiet house, until it was full and lively, and then tragically silent again. "When someone can't sit down and stretch their legs in peace even if they're around people, then you got yourself a problem. But I'm not here to give you personal advice. Tell me how you were injured."
Sam Guthrie moves to follow along, almost on instinct, although he's not entirely sure why. Clearly, the woman is of an exceedingly high clearance and she certainly carries herself with confidence. Honestly, she reminds him a little of some of his old bosses at the X-men, only a little less friendly.
"Uh, well, I'm just rentin', ma'am, and it's just the people stayin' with us, they're in a bit o' trouble and needed a place and they're family to my girl…the person I'm sharin' the house with," he says.
At the last, he winces a bit, long legs letting him keep up, "I was, um, stabbed by an extradimensional entity, ma'am. With a sword."
"That does not sound bad at all." Amanda says with sarcasm, but she does try to be nice about it. As another agent crosses their path, he gives Amanda a nod, which was returned in kind. "Sounds like you got a lot of mouths to feed." She was leaning. "Though, what sort of trouble are they in?"
Hearing 'extradiimensional entity' has her brows raising. SHIELD were the types to get into shit that often times had no business. Perhaps this instance is one of them. "Say what?" She skids to a stop, turning to stare down Sam, not intimidating, but the need to know more.
Sam Guthrie looks a bit caught on the spot, even though he didn't do anything wrong and he doesn't even know this woman. Waller has that effect on people.
"I filed all the necessary paperwork, ma'am. The people in my household are, well, they're an unusual family. Mutants, mostly," he says. He's not actually sure what Keiko is and he's not really inclined to ask. "They were being targeted by a magical entity and it stabbed me when I tried to protect them. Well, it tricked me first. Er, Agent Koa Turner was there, you can check with him."
"Mutants." Amanda -nearly- said that with distaste, thankfully she caught herself.
She turns and begins to walk again, leading the way to a corridor with a door that seemingly is locked. She extends her keycard, then flashes it against the locking mechanism, and it opens with a *BEEP*.
She pulls the door open, then continues to walk. Clearly she was heading towards the back exit of the facility. "I don't need to check, I'd rather hear it from you. But this dimension, how did you arrive at the place? And was it complete? No blowback that could lead to our world?"
Sam Guthrie follows along, "Uh, well, I mean, I think me getting stabbed probably counts as blowback, ma'am. I'm not entirely versed on the subject. Again, I'd probably refer you to Agent Koa's report. He and the people at WAND have a better grasp of the whole thing than me. I mostly deal with regular stuff. I mean…still like super stuff, but not magic super stuff.
Amanda waves her hand, she really didn't care too much. "WAND is something that's far past my purview." As in, she really didn't care unless she needed to. "I'm pretty sure I'll meet Agent Koa soon." She steps aside as more people pass, some nod and offer her a wave, but she keeps going there after.
"Am I right to assume, due to your station and those you apparently room with that you're a mutant as well? What are your abilities."
Sam Guthrie nods, "Not really mine either," he admits, "I just kind of get…sucked into it, I suppose. There's more crossover with magic stuff in the regular world than you'd think. Would make my preacher grandaddy spin in his grave to see so much witchcraft," he shrugs.
"Yes, ma'am, I operate under the codename Cannonball. I am, uh, welll, I can fly real fast and I blow stuff up when I hit it. It's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist."
Amanda listen once they hit the doors, her badge was given up for review as well as her bookcase and contents. As the guard checks, she turns towards Sam, staring at him as if she couldn't believe exactly what he said. And out of nowhere.. she reaches forward to poke his arm.
Hard.
"Oh." Yeah, Amanda probably thought he'd blow her up on the spot, a bold move on her behalf and definitely stupid. But he didn't, and they were still there.. but now, she's thinking of taking his hand to smack her own hand and..
"You sound like a wonderful asset to have.." Thankfully, she's already pulled his file. Within her jacket pocket, she reaches in to pull out a card to offer it to him. It was simple; her lettering engraved on the thick rectangle, colored black with a bit of a shine. It also had her number beneath it, clearly some dead drop phone that only accepts messages and only turned on just to listen.
"You ever need to get your ass out of a slang, call me."
Sam Guthrie takes the card and looks at it carefully before he puts it away. "I will do my best to avoid…slangs, ma'am. It was nice to meet you. You have a good night now!" he waves cheerfully.