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i am so sorry for how late this is

[motherofnemesis]

She can't say that she hasn't been expecting him, sooner or later. Convincing him had taken effort. Effort leaves impressions, and also leaves her as one of the few people he knows for certain can be found.

So when he shows up she runs her scans, looks over her security sweeps, and then opens a door and waves at him like she's just greeting a casual friend. "Hey, come on in." It's a small house, nondescript, and she'll probably be out of here soon. A risk or two can afford to be taken.

<3

[out_of_time]

"Thank you." He speaks quietly and steps inside. He looks around the room out of ingrained habit, charting possible escape routes and likely avenues of ambush. It's good that she has a house instead of having to hide in a small apartment or a hotel or someplace on the streets. Houses offer more privacy, more storage space, more discretion.

"You're doing okay?" He asks more as a formality than anything else.

<3 :)

[motherofnemesis]

"Of course." Houses or warehouses tend to be her preference, both for the ease of modification and the larger space. She needs privacy in this profession, and the ability to make sure that there's no way for someone else to spy on her. Even if it wasn't for practical reasons, it would simply be for her own peace of mind.

That brings a slight amused quirk to the edge of her mouth, heading into the kitchen. "As well as can be expected. Tea? Coffee?" Keeping it light, casual for the moment. There aren't too many reasons he would be coming here, and whatever it is she'd like to let him start that conversation himself.

[out_of_time]

Jack follows Max into the kitchen, giving the room the same habitual once-over when he enters. "Coffee would be great, thanks." It's been a while since Jack was able to accept a drink from someone in the reasonable expectation that it wouldn't be poisoned or drugged or loaded with tracking nanomachines or something.

Restoring a world where that isn't the case is one of the reasons he's here. Jack follows With that in mind, Jack gets down to it.

"I'm here to talk to you about a mission."

[motherofnemesis]

She puts the coffee on, pulls down mugs and waits for him to talk. She's good at waiting tactics, these days, and she wants to know how he'll open. What he thinks will sell whatever pitch he's making.

A pitch she wasn't entirely expecting, really. That he had decided on a mission already - it indicated that he felt strongly about what he was doing now. That was good. Strong feelings meant more loyalty. "Okay." Turning to lean back against the counter and give him her full attention. "Shoot."

oh god why is there a typo in that last tag...

[out_of_time]

"Somewhere the government has a list of all known ImPorts, all known powers, who's registered, who isn't," Jack stays. "I want that list. I want to know what they know about us, or what they think they know. I want to know what they don't know."

He took a step forward, his voice low and earnest. "I have reason to believe I can get that list from a building here, in the City. And I think I've got a way to get at it. But I'm going to need help."

typos go on the offensive with alarming regularity it's ok i know how it goes

[motherofnemesis]

If this were ten years ago she might have whistled long and low to show that she's impressed. As is, her eyebrows rise a little bit and she tilts her head to watch him. "You never did pull your punches."

And then a short, decisive nod as she turns to start pouring the coffee. "First tell me where your intel's from. I'll see if I can confirm it."

[out_of_time]

"If we're going to make a change, it's going to have to be something big. This is a good place to start." Jack's face doesn't change as he talks, but inwardly he's pleased with Max's reaction. It shows he hasn't been wasting his time coming up with something minor.

"I broke into a federal building in Newark on my way over here," he says matter-of-factly. "I spent some time with their records and one of their agents. The list wasn't there, but what I did find pointed to the Homeland Security Office in Manhattan's Civic Centre."

[motherofnemesis]

"I was hoping you'd be able to bring fresh perspective in." She's pleased, even if it only shows in the brightening of her eyes. They've all been fighting a long time. Being tired and worn down and constantly on the run doesn't tend to lend itself to bright ideas as much as any of them would like. Which isn't to say they don't come up with their own ideas, but they are somewhat limited.

Handing him his coffee cup and heading over to sit down at the kitchen table (clearly well used, which perhaps isn't surprising given that the kitchen has no windows and the space the kitchen table sits in has a good vantage point of both the front and back door). "That does make sense. The Civic Centre - I think I have a program in there, I can set it to search for any mention of such a list. I won't be able to remotely hack it without raising alarms, but I can maybe get an idea of how much it will take to get it."

[out_of_time]

"That would be perfect." Jack visibly brightens at the news, and drinks his coffee with appreciation before moving to sit with Max. He instantly appreciates the excellent situation of the table from a not-getting-killed perspective.

"Because right now all I have is the location, no intel on the building itself or the security. If your program can get me that, I can use it to put together a real plan."

He frowns and looks at his coffee for a moment before meeting Max's eyes again. "If possible I'd like to do this without killing anybody, but that might not be realistic."

[motherofnemesis]

A not-getting-killed perspective is generally her favorite one to have. She appreciates it when other people share that interest.

"I can probably get you enough to make the start of a plan, and I figure if I do enough digging, I can probably pull you up a blueprint from somewhere. It might take a little bit, but it's doable." There's an energy to her words, already typing on one of her laptops as she starts information hunting.

That last bit surfaces her from her work, though, her fingers pausing as she looks over at him, serious. "We always try. But you're right. It might not be possible."

[out_of_time]

"Good. A blueprint is exactly what we need to make this work. Time isn't a factor, at least not yet- if the list's there, it's not going anywhere." Jack moves to look over Max's shoulder as she works.

He takes a breath, controls his feelings. "We'll do whatever we have to. Anyone in there is part of the regime. They aren't innocent." They just work for America's national security. Like Jack did, for most of his career.

[motherofnemesis]

"My other projects are in limbo or don't need micromanaging right now, I can afford to devote some time to this." Though it will take time, she's fully aware of that. It's not long at all before her work is spread out across three laptops and multiple coding programs, scrolling by almost too quickly to make out. It's a matter of very long practice.

Her gaze holds his for a bit before it drops back to her screens, satisfied. "Good." Short and crisp. What needs to be done needs to be done. She doesn't have to be happy with it, and neither does he. Simply willing to do it.