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Rendezvous (After the Godstorm)

"It's good to see you made it through the storm, Ms. Burton. We were concerned you wouldn't make it back."

"Thank you for the concern, Wallace. It's been pure bedlam out there," Millicent spoke to the hotel receptionist. Ingrid Burton was the alias Millicent was using while in the States. "Has my roommate checked in?"

"She has, Ms. Burton> Should I let her know you've arrived?"

"Thank you, but no. She knows I'm on the way."

The receptionist nods and hands her her copy of the key to the apartment that she shared with Adrienne. She promptly took the elevator up to the top floor, making her way over to their suite. She gave aknock on the door.

"Louisa? It's Ingrid." She called Adrienne by her assumed name.

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"Oh, good," came the reply from the other side of the door. "Did you get ze milk?"

A bit of code, to make sure she wasn't followed.

"No, the store was closed."

Confirmation that no one was following her.

This was followed by the sound of multiple locks being undone. It did not pay to be incautious these days.

The door slid open a crack, before opening the rest of the way.

"So we dispensed a little justice this evening?" she asked, once Millicent was inside.

Millicent sighed as she walked in, hanging up her jacket.

"Yes, though that means I have to return the down-payment Roxxon gave us and hope this doesn't tarnish our reputation for professionalism."

Adrienne let out a little sigh. "Just as well, I suppose. Roxxon does not have the best reputation as an employer anyway."

"True. I suppose I was blinded by the number of zeroes." She removed her shirt, which had been used as camouflage for the armor underneath. "We will have to research new potential employers."

"That amount of zeroes could cloud anyone's mind," she agreed. "So many unscrupulous organizations these days. They'll stab you in the back as soon as the job is done. It's hard to be for hire."

"Maybe she knows some people," Millicent seemed to say to herself.

Adrienne arched an eyebrow. "Maybe who knows some people?"

Millicent blinked, realizing she had said that out loud.

"The mercenary I ran into at the hospital. Called herself "Renegade". It was a civil encounter. I was thinking perhaps she could point us in the direction of gainful employment."

"Perhaps there still is some honor among thieves," Adrienne opined.

A slight head tilt. "You smiled when you thought about her. Did something... happen?"

"What? No..nothing of consequence," Millicent denied. She fought to compose herself, hoping that she wasn't blushing.

Either by fate or misfortune, Millicent's phone started to ring. The number that came up was attached to a name, "Renegade". The two had exchanged numbers after their last job, apparently.

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Alisa was sitting by herself at "Georgiana's Restaurant in Manhattan. She waited patiently, wondering if Millicent would even show up. Regardless, she was dressed to kill that night. A lovely Vera Wang evening dress, her hair done up nicely, and a few weapons hidden on her person.

Millicent and Adrienne arrived early to scope the place out, though not earlier than Alisa apparently. Millicent gulped when she saw Alisa looking absolutely stunning. She suddenly felt very under-dressed in the more conservative outfit she wore, more to conceal the bulletproof mesh underneath than for fashion.

Adrienne was similarly conservative, but, as she might say, "I make zis look good." Minimal weapons, but her deadliest weapon was always going to be herself.

"Is zat her?" she asked, exaggerating her accent now that they were in public. People remembered the accent, not the face. All part of the game.

Millicent snapped herself out of her fugue to answer.

"Yes." Maybe if she was more monosyllabic there would be less chance of her embarrassing herself.

Alisa finally saw Millicent, and noticed that she had brought a friend as well. smiling, she waved the two women over to her table. Once they arrived and were seated, she spoke.

"Good evening, chere. I see you brought some company dis evening. It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Renegade. However, good friends can call me Alisa LeBeau."

"We do not typically reveal our real names in public," Millicent said, composing herself and going into professional mode. "However as you have revealed yours, it is only fair. My full name is Millicent Zaran. This is my friend and partner, Adrienne Batroc."

Adrienne, of course, trusted Millicent's instincts. If she thought this woman was on the up and up, she more than likely was.

"A pleasure," she said.

"Likewise." Alisa nodded her head, offering the ladies the wine and dinner menus, so they could pick out what they liked. "I only gave you my real name because I trust you after our last encounter. Regardless, how have you been?"

"We're fine. Haven't done much lately save stay in cover until the storm cleared. Still have some fences to mend with our last employer." Yes, business. Business was safe. She knew how to talk business.

Adrienne had rarely seen Millicent as anything less than unflappable, save for the few times they'd had a row. That alone made tonight entertaining.

"Quiet the thing," she agreed. "There is chatter that it was not entirely natural."

"I've seen Katrina, an' dis storm pretty much owned dat one." Alisa frowned a little. "I doubt it was anyt'ing "natural"."

She toyed with her wine glass for a moment before speaking once more.

"You both did not get into trouble for de last contract, did you?"

"Probably something way above our pay grades," Millicent said stoically. In a world where superhumans, aliens, mutants, and gods walked the world, something unnatural was entirely possible. Being a normal human, albeit a skilled one, Millicent didn't like to dwell on such things too much.

"Just me," Millicent answered. "Roxxon doesn't know I had Adrienne as support. Aside from some flak and the return of their down-payment, I believe they are simply dropping the matter. I have yet to hear back from my contact regarding more."