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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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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."

They had both had a few small run ins with European super-heroes, but fortunately all of them had been within their weight class. Adrienne had rather soundly handed the next generation Le Peregrine his ass in a sling, in fact.

"Her reputation should stand. Sometimes, being known for being principled has its advantages."

"Dat it does." Alisa raised a wine glass to the duo. "De Reavers, however, added what I lost through dat mission, to my debt. At dis rate, I don' t'ink I will be leavin' dem anytime soon."

After a small sip of wine, she went back to smiling at her new "friends".

"Frankly, I do not like workin' for other people in dis field. I was t'inkin' perhaps we should work together for ourselves."

"I know enough about the Reavers' reputation to not envy you." Millicent's tone turned from sympathetic to cautious. "What do you mean?"

Adrienne had to fight not to choke her on her water. The Reavers were extremely bad news. A bunch of blood-thirsty cyborg psychopaths mostly in the game for the killing. And this woman was one of them?

"Yes," she said. "What do you mean?"

"Look at us, we're workin' for people who get half our cut or more." Alisa pointed out. "Plus some of us are ordered to kill, when we don' like or wanna. I suggest we start our own group. Take our own contracts, an' get our own cut."

Alisa placed down her wine glass with a sigh.

"I would rather pay whatever money I got left to be done wit' de Reavers, an' work wit' like minded folks, you know?"

"That's..an interesting proposal, though a potentially risky one. Aside from a good first impression, we don't really know you, nor you us. And what if the Reavers decide NOT to let you off your contract. That would potentially put all three of us at risk." Millicent sighed. "I do not mean to sound cold, but these things have to be taken into account. Adri and I are good, though I'm not sure what are odds would be against a team of psychotic cyborgs."

"The Reavers have nearly killed the Wolverine many times," Adrienne said. "Milicent and I are skilled... but even I do not think we are that skilled."

"Dey are dangerous, oui. But I am nearly done payin' back what I owe for my release from prison." Alisa closed her eyes for a moment. She appeared to be thinking. "Perhaps we should wait until I am completely free and clear before dis venture, after-all. But in de meantime..."

She could not help but smirk, looking over at Milicent.

"So, what would you like to eat, dear?"

Millicent fought back a gulp, trying to look nonplussed at the sudden, flirtatious attention.

"Yes, that would be best." She took a sip of water. "Perhaps chicken?"

Adrienne bit her tongue to keep from laughing and hid her grin behind her hand.

She hadn't seen Millicent this flummoxed in years.

"Well, dere is dis wonderful chicken piccata wit' pasta dey make here." Alisa continued to smile. "I whole-heartily recommend it. Maybe a nice white wine to go with it, as well."

"Brilliant," she agreed regarding the chicken. "though should we really be drinking?"

"I do not suppose a little drink would hurt," Adrienne said.

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