Sneakin!

Players

Marrow

Rogue

Pietro

Plain

Foyer - Brotherhood Headquarters - Staten Island(#968Rh)
The foyer is a high-ceilinged and open area. Two rows of glass doors, one after the other, create sort of an antechamber before opening onto the foyer. A set of winding stairs leads up to the second floor; half way up they pause at a landing before turning back the same direction they cam in a space-saving measure.

To the left of the doors in, a set of swinging double doors leads into the main office while a glassed-in lounge area can be seen off to the right, the glass frosted to allow some privacy within. Beside this area, a shallow set of stairs leads down to the annex area. Further along, past the stairs, the area splits off into three halls. One continues straight, leading back towards a set of back doors and another stairwell, while the other two lead off left and right.

Rogue comes bustling down the stairs with Pietro keeping pace, which only seems to annoy her more. "If you can't keep up in conversation, /Quicksilver/, then Ah ain't gonna deign to stop and explain myself to you," she states haughtily, not pausing to look over at him. "And Ah ain't turnin' nothin' 'round on you. That's where your mind /did/ go. You said it, not me. Why the guilty conscience?" She seems to forget that they're entering public space here, she's too caught up in the bickering, and thus hasn't bothered to lower her voice or, well, knock it off with the fighting.

"Only-because-you-implied-the-hell-out-of-it," is Pietro's retort. His narrowed eyes are locked on her as he descends the last few steps down to the foyer. It doesn't seem it has occurred to him that they're possibly airing their dirty laundry now either. Ah, the complications of having a one track mind. "And-I-can-keep-up-with-anything-you've-got, babe." Because he can't limit his cockiness to relating only to the conversation at hand, of course.

Just as the bickering pair emerge down in the foyer, the front doors burst open abruptly, loudly crashing against the walls as Marrow thumps in, hollering hoarsely, "Th' FUCK didja think ya were doin' 'round here, eih?! Ya wanna fuck wit' me, ya fuck wit' th' whole fuckin' family!!" She's bellowing and dragging what looks like a punkish-looking youth by the /hair/ along the floor and into the building. In her other hand looks to be a rather large pistol which she clutches by the handle, careful to avoid the trigger, with the business end pointing downward.

The youth, holding on to Marrow's hand as best as he can while scrabbling for a foothold makes painful noises combined with profanity. "Fuckin' bitch, let me go! I didn't do nothin'!" He cries. "Let me fuckin' go! Got the drop on me God damn it! You don't know what you're doin'!"

"Oh, so any time /you're/ jealous, it's implyin' that you're accusin' me of cheatin' on you? /That's/ nice to know," Rogue spits out, coming to a halt as she reaches the ground and whirling to look at him, only made more annoyed to find he's keeping up with her so very well. She's just opening her mouth to go on in this vein when a distraction is served in the form of a bellowing Marrow. She exclaims a whole string of expletives, whirling in surprise to look over at the front doors, blinking and then widening her eyes as she looks down at the boy being dragged in. "What the ever-lovin' fuck is goin' /on/?" she shouts over the bellowing and crying.

From his expression it's all too clear that Pietro didn't follow Rogue's retort in the slightest but just as he's about to ask what any of that was supposed to mean Marrow bursts in with company. /That/ definitely shakes him out of his anger. In fact, it stops him dead in his tracks, if only for a split second. Then he's heading toward the scene post haste, his eyes going from Marrow to the boy and then to the gun in quick succession. "What-the-/fuck/?" he manages after a short string of what are probably colourful expletives in 'non-English'.

Got th' drop ya ya? HA! Course I did, ya fuckin' pansy! Ya've no idea who th' fuck yer dealin' wit'," Marrow just about growls at the kid, still dragging him through the foyer. Noticing rather abruptly that they have company, the bony one rumbles at the pair of warring lovebirds, "Wha's goin' on is I've found me a sneak!" In a quick motion, she tosses the gun in Pietro's general direction as he seems to be approaching the group. Hopefully the safety's on. "This little /FUCK/ thought he'd sneak in and get the drop on us, it seems..." She sneers dangerously at the kid, looking more than a little unhinged at the present moment.

"I wasn't trying to get the drop on any one you skank!" Cries the kid, pissed and full of more bravery than perhaps he should. It might seem obvious by his expression and his general demeanor that he's on something. Maybe more than one something in fact. "I was trying to find a way in quietly to not attract attention but you went right ahead and fucked that up! Stupid ass bitch. Let me the fuck go! Someone get this chick off of me!"

Rogue starts over in that direction as well once she's processed through her surprise enough to move, though Pietro's got quite the lead on her. Her eyebrows lift as she watches the two of them argue, but then eyes narrow as Marrow goes on to explain who the kid is and why she's dragging him in like that. "A sneak? Where'd you catch him sneaking exactly?" But from the dangerous edge to her tone, there aren't really any answers likely to help this kid's case in her book. "Ain't no one here gonna help you, Junior," she adds warningly to the boy, perhaps grateful to have someone else to take out her anger upon. "Now shut up before we /make/ you shut up, got it? The fuck were you doin' tryin' to get in here?" Telling him to shut up and then asking him a question, now that's thinking.

Pietro moves fast to catch the gun with both hands and holds it gingerly by the butt and keeps it aimed toward the ground. "Hey," he barks when the kid continues to talk back, "watch-your-fuckin'-mouth!" He seems to miss the irony in that. As Rogue gets down to business with the questions, however, he backs down -- if only because he wants to hear what this little rat has to say. Though he does feel it necessary to reiterate, "You-made-a-big-mistake, pal..."

If it were another time with less stress, Marrow might have snorted with laughter at Pietro's comment. As it is, she's still sneering at the kid, who might find himself being hauled up to his feet a moment later as Marrow lets Pietro and Rogue grill him. She moves to try to restrain his hands behind his back, getting as rough and tough as possible with him to make it obvious that she means business and he'd better not try anything -- then again, if he's on anything, none of those messages might make it through the synapses. For the moment, she keeps quiet, deferring to Rogue to get some answers out of him, perhaps.

"Yeah? What the fuck are you going to do? Call my mom?" The kid lets sarcasm ooze from his mouth as easily as a sleeping person might drool. In fact, he spits too. On the floor though. "You want to talk? I'll talk. I've got shit to say to your freak legion but otherwise, don't harrass me with bad insults and shit. It's sad." The motion of Marrow to contain him makes the kid cry out with a loud 'Gah!'

"This ain't bush-league, kid. We ain't talkin' detention, we're talkin' whether we let you walk outta here or not, so how 'bout you mind your manners," Rogue drawls sarcastically, quite willing to give as good as she gets. She rolls her eyes as he cries out. "No, /that's/ sad. Cowboy up, little man, if you're gonna be talkin' so big. So okay, you got somethin' to say. Well, it seems you got our attention, so Ah suggest you make with the chit-chat 'fore the bony one here starts gettin' impatient." Her gaze flicks momentarily to Marrow with that, shrugging ever so slightly as if to indicate Marrow's welcome to use whatever means necessary on that front. "You know this kid?" she adds in an aside to Pietro. It might be a dig in light of their fight, but then there is the fact that he /did/ know the other punks in the park.

"/I'm/ already pretty fuckin' impatient," Pietro chimes in, though that's really not much of a surprise to those who know him. Still, that just means he's all too ready to start tenderizing the answers out of this guy. At least he's calmed down enough to speak at a more understandable pace. As Rogue questions him his expression registers slight offense but he comes to his sense in another second and he cranes his neck to squint up at the kid's face. "Nah," he answers with a shake of his head. "If I've seen him, I sure as hell don't remember him."

At Rogue's look, Marrow makes good at emphasizing the point that Marrow has no qualms about roughing the kid up if she has to. She pulls on his arms a bit, intending to put some strain on them and possibly cause discomfort and/or pain in the process. She also growls in his ear from behind him, "An' ya shoul' know... th' bones /ain't/ jus' fer decoration, chump." Just /what/ might she be capable of doing with them? "Ya best start talkin', boy, before we decide t' feed th' sewer gators... I'm sure they haven't had a decent feast in years..." she rasps harshly.

"Jesus... okay okay..." The kid purses his lips, panting a bit. "Listen, we're trying to find hard ass people... guys that can do what this bitch is doing to me. We have resources... lots of people and we're going to make a change. This place is going to light up big time and we could all make out the better for it."

"We?" Rogue echoes a little incredulously. "You recruitin' for some punk ass gang or somethin'? Fuck, he's just wastin' our time," she states to the others, throwing up her hands. "Thanks for the offer, short stack, but we're not interested." Rolling her eyes, she looks at her team-mates with a sort of 'can you believe this?' type of expression.

Pietro raises an eyebrow once the kid finally starts explaining and glances first to Rogue and then to Marrow. "You've gotta be kidding me. So you're looking for someone t' do your dirty work for ya because you and whoever-the-hell you're runnin' with are a bunch of pussies, 's that it? We're not fuckin' thugs for hire, man, and we're sure as hell not gonna beat up whatever playground bully's kicked your ass."

Marrow rolls her eyes at the kid's explanation. "Firs' off, I've rolled bigger guys than ya fer less. Second, it's like they said... we ain't fer hire and we ain't yer schoolyard chaperones. Third... I think I can hear those gators snappin', don't ya?" she rasps in a near-growl, making it seem like she's just about ready to march the kid off to gods only know where to do gods only know what to him...

"You think that we're not serious? We've got bombs. Big ones! We're talkin' major carnage here and then they'll all have to listen to us," The kid struggles a bit against Marrow but not enough to be serious. More testing how bad it is. "This isn't just a gang. We're advancing the race... we're taking over. And the world will have no choice but to listen. The boss... he sent me to try to convince you people to listen. See if you were anything worth knowing about."

"Oh yeah? Big bombs, huh?" Rogue echoes with a derisive snort. "So tell me, if your boss is so big and tough, why'd he send a runt like you to do his dirty work?" But still, she appears to be at least a little interested now, if only to know who it is horning in on their territory. "So you just gonna blow a buncha people up and expect 'em to listen?"

Plain has arrived.

Pietro doesn't seem to be taking this kid any more seriously than Marrow and Rogue are, even after all of his 'major carnage' talk. But he's still listening, at least. He shoots Rogue a look as if to say 'do you buy this?' and seconds her general response, "Yeah, might wanna have some kinda plan before you go and blow up a bunch of fuckin' people." This from the guy who doesn't plan /anything/.

Standing in the middle of the foyer, the bony one seems to have a hostage of sorts. A punkish teenager is within her grasp with her holding his arms at awkward angles behind him in a restraining position. The expression on her face looks rather agitated, like one who might be worked up or slightly unhinged. Shaking her head, Marrow gruffs, "Bombs... like tha's gonna solve everythin'..." They might solve a few problems or issues here or there, but advance the race? She seems quite doubtful. "'Nuff talk! I still say th' gators are gettin' hungry," she rumbles, looking at Rogue first and then Pietro before she seems to start to try to muscle the kid away... but is she just trying to scare him?

"Not a bunch of people, no," The kid shakes his head vehemently. "We're going to take out power stations... the water treatment plants... we're going to bring things to their knees. It's just a matter of sneaking them in. And why didn't he come himself? Because look at how you treated me! If you're interested, he'll meet you. If not, fuck off and suffer like the rest of them... Do your worst if you must. You wanna drop me in a fuckin' sewer? Do it. Just don't bore me with your 'I'm better than you' bullshit."

Plain comes in through the front door of the HQ, brow furrowed, lost in thought. He's missing his usual cheerful, serene disposition - apparently he hasn't had the best day? In any case, he's wearing his usual simple black clothes, and when he comes in, he blinks at the familiar faces - and the unfamiliar teenager held hostage. "...Ah... hello?" he ventures.

"Well, seein' as we're not the ones lookin' to be fed to gators for stickin' our noses where they don't belong, Ah dare say we /are/ better'n you," Rogue points out with a roll of her eyes. "Y'ain't really got a lotta leverage here, boy, so Ah'd can it with the threats if Ah were you. Who the fuck /is/ this so-called boss of yours, anyway?" She glances over at Plain enters, body tense as she's clearly on edge. Seeing that it's someone who actually belongs here, she relaxes only slightly. He gets a succinct nod in greeting before her gaze moves back to the trespasser. "You're just in time for a front row seat to see what happens to folk who come nosin' around where they're not wanted," she explains without actually looking away from the 'folk' in question.

"And," Pietro adds a question of his own, "how the hell did you assholes figure out where we were?" He spins around with a bit more force than he had probably intended as Plain makes his entrance -- the current situation has made him even more high-strung than usual, apparently. "Welcome to the party," is his simple if distinctly wry greeting. Now that he's registered who it is, however, his eyes snap back to the mouthy intruder. "Hope you've got some popcorn handy."

Marrow casts a brief, very quick glance, the only acknowledgment she gives initially, in Plain's direction before glancing quickly back at the kid she currently restrains. If she weren't holding the punk, she might have spun on her heel and charged, she's so fired up right now. As Rogue asks the kid about his 'boss', the bony one pauses in her path toward wherever these 'gators' might be. She twists one of his arms slightly, as though to put a little more pressure on him to talk. For now, however, she's silent, merely sneering in that disturbing little way.

"It wasn't hard, ACH!" That last part in response to being tweaked by Marrow. "We have people watching. Some guy tore the shit out of someone at the club... one of our guys. We saw him and marked his ass. And then there were others too. They were followed too. We know what's happening around here. We're serious, we just want to put shit down the way it's supposed to be. Fix the world back to how it should be! C'mon, let me go. I'm not going to run away."

The Deacon certainly looks nonplussed at the amount of sheer, raw aggression in the room - and the fact that much of it is all being levied against one apparently harmless teenage punk. "...I see we have a guest tonight." When the punk speaks, he narrows his eyes. "Put the world right?" He glances at the others. "I won't ask for the long version, but what exactly is going on here?" It's not a command, just an inquiry.

"If you been keepin' tabs on us, then you should know we're the wrong sorta people to be pissin' off," Rogue states dangerously, making no move to call Marrow off, though neither does she instruct her to keep hold either. The bony one is free to make her own call on that front. "Fine, humour us. If we /were/ gonna jump up to follow this boss of yours, what exactly is it he's got in mind for us? Joinin' in with the rank in file, causin' commotions at clubs and bein' shit ass little punks, that it?" Plain gets another quick look, but she leaves the recap to someone else for now.

"You're damned right you're not gonna run. Even if you tried you couldn't run away from me," Pietro warns him, though he's not holding his breath that the kid's going to get the chance. His eyes narrow a little as he processes just how they were found but aside from that he gives little reaction to break his Tough Face. And then, splitting his attention between Plain and the punk, he gives the Deacon the short version, "Marrow found this ass hangin' around outside. With this." Without turning bodily he lifts up one hand to display the 'this' in question: a handgun that he had almost forgotten he was still holding. "And now we're supposed to trust him and join his little play group."

Marrow growls in Plain's direction, "Major breach of security..." Like she really needs to tell any of them this. Their safe haven has been defiled in her eyes. She snarls, "Fat chance, kid.... I'm not lettin' ya go cuz ya've given us no good reason to do so. Answer her questions right and we'll see wha' we can do... not before then." She's not about to let him go so he can try to grab the gun and put holes in her friends... of course she's not thinking about herself getting shot, but that's just how she thinks.

"I'm not just asking you to trust us, no," Says the kid. "But if you want to hear more... if you want to learn what makes us different and what makes this whole thing huge, then give him a chance to explain. I made contact and yeah, I'm sorry I fucked up. I wasn't hear to cause trouble and shoot people. We can have a meeting. Somewhere neutral and safe for everyone involved."

Plain's expression hardens when Pietro shows the handgun. Well, that explains the punk's lack of popularity, that and the fact that he apparently was on Brotherhood property without ever having been invited. He glances at his teammates. "Ah... I see." He looks at the punk kid. He doesn't say anything else at the moment, letting his teammates continue their interrogation.

"A good way to avoid shootin' people is to leave the gun at home, Junior," Rogue points out in a sarcastic drawl. But she does actually consider the offer, glancing around at the others thoughtfully as she weighs their options. "Maybe we'll think about it. You got some way for us to get in touch with y'all? 'Cause Ah tell you right now, we catch anyone sniffin' 'round here 'gain who ain't got a goddamn engraved invitation and we're gonna punch a few holes through 'em first and ask questions later." Is she going soft to actually consider this offer?

Pietro still doesn't seem all too thrilled about all of this... but he does look a bit interested. He meets Rogue's glance with a questioning one of his own; the others get the same a moment later. If he's surprised that at the response the 'official' response that the offer receives he doesn't show it beyond a slight quirk of a pale eyebrow. "You're damned lucky we didn't do that this time," he adds to Rogue's warning about future snooping.

"I had a prepaid phone outside... for you guys. I dropped it when I was attacked," The kid takes a couple breaths before continuing on. "You can call the number programmed in there when you're ready... and you can set something up." The posture he's being held in seems to be wearing on him a bit. He winces some, struggling some.*LAUGHS*

Okay, now that seems to surprise Marrow. She obviously looks unsure of the direction Rogue's taking things... but does not question the decision either. Instead, she snarls, "/Nobody/ swings a gun 'round here an' can expect us to jus' invite them in fer tea an' crumpets, kid. Remember tha' next time an' leave yer pea-shooter at home." Next time? Seems there might be one if the boss-lady's response was any indication, so the bony one's just rolling with the punches.

"I won't be the one comes back around here... hell, I don't think any of us would be willing to do that," The kid seems earnest and quite serious by this. "As far as getting a hold of us... I lost the phone I was supposed to give you outside. It's got the number. You can call whenever you're ready. But if you're interested... good. I mean, this is a great opportunity for everyone. That's what the boss says at least."

"Shall I have a look around outside for the phone, then?" The Deacon offers from his corner of the room. "I imagine the rest of you aren't overly eager to take your eyes off this gentleman until you're ready to escort him off the premises." He gives the punk a friendly smile, although there's something in that smile that isn't... very friendly at all. He might not be overtly threatening the punk like everyone else, but the subtext is there - if the phone ISN'T there......

"Yeah," Rogue replies curtly to Plain's offer, before remember that she's not actually pissed with /everyone/ in the room and adding a slightly less curt, "Thanks." But that's about all the attention she's willing to spare from the youth. "Ah didn't /say/ we were interested. Ah said we'd think about it. Now, if we let you go, you're gonna go tell your bossman that you really screwed the pooch on this one and it's only by our good graces you're walkin' away from this at all. We're gonna expect the same sorta courtesy in response." She crosses her arms over her chest, levelling him with a deadly look. "And we ain't givin' out no more second chances. We so much as suspect we're bein' fucked with and we're gonna make things very unpleasant for you and yours, got it? /Anyone/ comes 'round here, we're holdin' you personally responsible, so you'd better hope 'n pray no one else gets too damn curious for your own good."

Pietro gives a bit of a nod as Plain makes his offer, watching him for a split second before returning his full attention to the youth. No, he seems distinctly inclined against backing down or leaving until they're all certain that their 'guest' has made a complete exit. Perhaps it's surprising how relatively quiet he's being here but then again Rogue's just about said it all; his hard expression says he lends his full support to her threats.

The more Rogue speaks, the more wicked Marrow's grin grows. Whatever issues she had with Rogue's initial response seems to disappear with each passing syllable. "Ya heard her... ya don't wanna fuck this up... or she might jus' turn th' other way an' let me do wha' I want..." the bony one rasps harshly. She then turns her head briefly toward Plain, yelling out after him, "Holler if ya don't find it..." Something in her tone suggests she doesn't expect it to be found...

Plain is pretty much out the door the moment Rogue gives him the go-ahead. For a few tense minutes, there's no word from outside as the Deacon searches the ground... and then, "Found it!" A few seconds later, Plain reappears at the doorway, cell phone in hand. "Seems our trust was well-placed." ...If this is trust, you do NOT want to see these guys when they don't trust you.

The kid waits for Plain and when he says that he found it, relief washes over his face. "There you go." He says as confidently as he can however, there's something about all the threats tossed his way that have made him falter a bit. "We done now then?"

Rogue still doesn't seem entirely placated even as Plain returns with the phone. She narrows her eyes slightly at the kid, not missing the effect their threats have had on him and not minding that one bit. "For now," she replies, drawling it lazily and yet also somehow making it into a threat. "You just remember what Ah said 'bout reportin' back to your superiors. Y'don't want me to find out you welched out on our deal, now do you." With that, she gives a small, almost imperceptible nod to the group. She's done, but the rest of the pride can do with him what they like.

"And you don't wanna see how creative she can get," Pietro adds to Marrow's raspy threat. But that's said with a smirk, as if he'd like to see the kid test his luck just to see him get shut down. Apparently he had about as much trust as Marrow in regards to the phone being found for he registers a hint of surprise when Plain calls back to them. "Huh. Well at least this fuck-up can do something right." Even if he dropped it outside. Apparently he's being awarded pity points for just bringing the thing. Rogue's nod gets the slightest in return and he adds, "Don't think we won't find out if you wuss out, kid." He gives a little wave with his hand that still holds the gun, though he's careful to keep the business end down. "Just because you've followed one or two of us around and were fuckin' lucky enough to get this far with your heart still beatin', don't think you know what we're capable of. Any of us." There's an unmistakable edge to that, as if he's almost begging the kid to give him a reason, but he'll leave the physical stuff to Marrow if she so chooses since she's the one holding him. For the moment, at least.

Glancing over her shoulder, the bony one looks almost disappointed as Plain enters with the phone in his hand. "Must be th' kid's lucky day, eih?" It's only at Rogue's nod that Marrow finally releases her hold on the kid with a shove away from her, as though she's disgusted by him, or just had enough of him... for now. In truth, she could probably just as easily pound on him or fill him full of holes if Rogue said to. But for now, she holds off. "Go on... get lost, punk. Better hope ya don't bump into me in a dark alley..." Making sure that he can see as she stalks past him, she abruptly tears one of the bones from one of her arms, spraying blood on the floor without so much as a flinch...

Plain pats the boy on the shoulder as he walks past (presumably, since the Deacon's by the door). He says quietly to the boy, "Don't worry, lad. This bunch is as good as their word. If you do as they said, you'll be perfectly safe." Although this is phrased as encouragement, the converse meaning lurks beneath the surface... if he DOESN'T do as they said... well, they can fulfill THAT part of the bargain too. Regardless, Plain lets him go, walking over to the rest of the bunch, phone in hand. "Who would like to keep this on hand?"

The kid stumbles away from Marrow and massages his arms. He contemplates his weapon for a moment before moving toward the door. He nods at Plain as he gets to the door but decides that it's probably best to keep his mouth shut. He determins to leave unless he's stopped and once outside, he will haul ass running away from this place.

Rogue watches the kid go without a word, though as soon as he's out of sight, she lets out a sigh the bravado falling away to leave her looking simply weary. She casts a glance around at the others and then shrugs, holding her hand out for the phone. "Guess Ah'd better take responsibility for this clusterfuck," she replies with some reluctance. "Unless any of y'all wanna volunteer." But it's said with a wry smirk as if she doesn't really expect anyone chomping at the bit to accept the consequences of her call on this. "Someone wanna make sure he's really gone? And Pietro, Ah'll expect to see that gun locked away in the office when Ah check." Because the thought of an armed Speedster is just too terrifying to contemplate.

Pietro's gaze follows that of the kid as it moves to his weapon and, smirking humourlessly, he tightens his grip as if to say 'Not a chance in Hell'. Though he doesn't try to halt the exit, he paces over to stand in the doorway. He won't be satisfied until he sees him leave with his own eyes -- and probably not even then. "Huh? Oh," he replies distractedly, finally turning back to the others and giving a glance to the gun. "Yeah, of course." Because he would never dream of doing otherwise, of course -- or so his tone says. "And I can check on him. It'll only take me a second." He takes a step toward the door but hesitates before actually taking off to make sure there's nothing more he's needed for in the interim -- though knowing him, it /will/ only take him a second or two.

Growling her response, Marrow comments, "Who th' hell did he follow?" Not that she's looking to tear a strip off of them... or perhaps she is. She was going to pound the kid's face into the pavement and has been denied that apparent pleasure. "I'll see about bumpin' up security, addin' to fortifications an' orderin' new surveillance equipment, includin' movement sensors an' shit..." It seems this little incident has set the beehive a-buzz. She watches with idle interest as Pietro heads off toward the door to see to it that the kid doesn't have a change of heart. She then calls out, "If he comes back thinking we aren't watching him, holler and we'll both lay the boots to him!"

Plain hands the phone off to Rogue as he steps away from the door to let Pietro see their 'guest' off. "Here... hopefully this will all end well." He frowns. "Though teaming up with an organization... unsubtle enough to attack a club like that, and to send in a kid like him to spy on us... well, it doesn't inspire confidence." He glances at the door pensively. "...But they were able to track us. That's... thought-provoking." He sighs, and shakes his head, glancing at everyone. "I'm sorry, I've had a rather exhausting day... I'll be in my quarters."

"Ah ain't plannin' on signin' up," Rogue states grimly as she takes the phone, giving it a cursory once over and then shoving it away in a pocket of her jeans. "But only one way we're gonna find out who the fuck knows too much about us." Pietro's offer to go and check gets a nod, even as she's considering Marrow's question with a dark expression. But if she has a guess or two, she doesn't actually speak them aloud, just moving on to the matter of security. "Yeah, this can't happen again. Whatever you need, Ah'm sure they'll requisition it in the office for ya."

Plain has left.

"Don't think I'll need help on that," Pietro replies, apparently faintly amused at Marrow's last. "But if I get the opportunity don't worry. I'll save some fun for you." Seeing Rogue's nod is all the cue he needs and with that he's out the door and across the yard on the kid's heels. No doubt he intends to add his own emphasis to the warnings already issued in addition to his stated purpose of seeing him out.

Marrow offers Plain a nod, "Thanks fer th' backup. Go an' rest up. I sense somethin' big comin' an' we'll all need our strength..." With that, she nods more directly to Rogue, pondering pushing further about who the kid followed, but leaving it be for the time being. Instead, she replies in a low rasp, "I'll get on it tonight. If ya see anythin' that needs lockin' down, toss it my way an' I'll deal wit' it. No sense in havin' too many cooks in th' kitchen..." It seems she's already starting to calm down and cool down from the incident, though she twitches from time to time... nothing a training session won't cure. She's already starting to stalk off toward the office to make some of the preliminary requests.

"Thanks. Yeah, Ah'll let you know," Rogue promises to Marrow regarding the security details. She casts a glance towards the door where Pietro disappeared, but she's quiet now, clearly disturbed maybe even a bit anxious. Her hands check to make sure the phone is still safely in the pocket and then she rolls her shoulders, looking into the middle distance pensively. "Fuck," she sighs more than says, giving her head a little shake. While everyone else is scattering purposefully, she's just left standing in the foyer.