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[liebe_krieg]

It says a lot about the current state of the Major's organization that the knocking of an unexpected and unannounced visitor at the door of his most vital sanctum is not met by alarms, running boots, or bullets. Instead, after a lengthy pause a slot is slid open in the steel door for the visitor to be viewed through.

"Ah, it's a sinister figure in a trenchcoat. The goggles are a nice touch to your costume, but I don't think you're here for Halloween, are you?" The gold eyes behind the slot have laughter in them, but it's still indicative that the Major now answers the door to his evil lair personally. "Well, you haven't the look of an American assassin. They would have just sent an airstrike. Please, come in and make yourself welcome."

There's the sound of a half-dozen locks clicking, grinding, turning, and beeping, and then the door slowly opens. It squeals- the hinges have not been oiled in some time. Whether this is because of budget constraints or because the Major likes the atmosphere of a creaking door is hard to say.

[paintsthetownred]

She has to grin, widely and almost maniacally herself, at the Major's greeting, because it's so familiar. She knows she's come to the right place, if nothing else, and she almost relaxes.

She tugs absently at her goggles and they fall around her neck, revealing familiar eyesockets, and she dislodges her hat in the process, revealing bright orange hair. It hasn't dulled at all.

"I ain't American and I certainly ain't an assassin - least, you ain't my target."

She's sent him information reports now and then, if she can find someone trustworthy to deliver the message and if it's worth delivering in the first place, and they're never marked with her name; just the stamp of the '8' bomb.

But today, Peacock, bounty hunter and resistance member, has no business being here; she'd simply decided to pay the Major a visit.

[liebe_krieg]

"Peacock!" The Major's eyebrows shoot up in pleased recognition, and he holds the door open further. "What a pleasant surprise this is. You are especially welcome!"

Once she's in, he loses no time shutting the door and re-engaging its many locks, chattering away the while. A few ill-kempt minions recognize that the Major has company, and make themselves scarce. The room is depressingly basic- concrete, a few files and outdated computers, a light that flickers occasionally. It's hard out here for a supervillain.

"Look at you," the Major says. "Different outfit, same weapon underneath. Why, you've barely changed at all!" Neither has the Major- thanks to his own cybernetics, he's still the same maniac he was back in the 1940s. But his attire is in a similar state as his lair.

[paintsthetownred]

She's pleased to see he's still alive. They get along pretty well, even if he's solely driven by his love of war and all its grandiose, complex maneuvers (she thinks he would have liked the Grand War back home, and the tactics of the king before he changed his ways), and she grins, tipping her hat to him a little.

Her Argus Eyes hover out from under her trenchcoat, scanning the surroundings, and they arrange themselves around her shoulders and arms.

"You ain't changed much yourself," she answers cheerily. "Downsized your base an' all that, yeah, but other than that.

I got you a coupla things that might cheer you up - more than you are already, I mean."

She taps her hat, and Avery jumps out of it. He wears a tiny trenchcoat and goggles rather than the frilly dress, again matching Peacock, but he hasn't changed much. She takes off her top hat, puts a hand into it, and pulls out a bag.

Inside is a small stock of weaponry and explosives, fairly good quality - things she's received as payment for hits, rather than money, at her request, since she doesn't require nourishment. Her job pays surprisingly well, and the fact that she has rules about what kind of hits she can take doesn't stop people from hiring her - she's terrifyingly efficient, and no reluctant killer.

[liebe_krieg]

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The Major claps his hands together as he beholds the pile, a kid at Christmas. "It's good, it's very good! It has been a long time since I got a windfall like this. Ah, let's see now-" He stoops down to start picking up and examining his new toys. "Fragmentation grenade! American model, no less. Lovely, lovely. And detonation cord! I was just looking for some of this, wouldn't you know-"

He straightens up to hold an ammunition magazine up to the flickering light, turning it in front of his glasses. "A full metal jacket. There are many fine uses bullets like these. I will find them all homes soon enough."

The Major lowers the prize to smile at Peacock. "I am more cheered than you know, my dear. It's going to be pretty hard to repay all this! But I don't mind. In a war like this one, good fortune comes so rarely."