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 “Secret Clones are so 2020 though, secret Asgardians are the new Black. Bet it’s one of the warriors three. The cute one with the sword.” The rest of the journey was a long straight shot followed by an easily drilled out vent panel that Felicia caught just before it clanged to the ground below, twisting it around and pushing it to the side. "Please be Lady Sif, please be Lady Sif..." she chanted as she slipped through, with Jubilee on her literal heels. Grabbing his gobag from beneath his desk, Clint glanced from the vent cover on the floor to the two women who'd dropped into the room and raised his eyebrows. "Ladies. Didn't expect to see you guys here." He'd already pulled his longer-than-usual hair back into a low ponytail, but there was nothing to be done with his beard and he hadn't gotten around to getting rid of the glasses he'd been wearing for show while undercover. “Yes, I win! Clone!” Felicia yelled, raising a hand when they both opened their mouths to object. “Shh shh let me pretend, I’m trying to figure out if clones fit under the no coworker rule. Hey, babe. Ready to go?" "I mean, I've never worked on your team, so we've never been coworkers, so even if I'm not a clone -- which I'm not -- I wouldn't fall under your 'no coworker' rule? Also, yes. Very ready to go. So ready," Clint said, grinning. “Yeah, but your work wife is totally our teammate, so like, maybe but maybe not.” Jubilee quipped with a grin, being completely unhelpful as was her want. “And just because you say you’re not a clone…I mean, wouldn’t a clone totally say that?” Jubilee would have added more to her theory but it was at that point the external alarm started it’s wail. “Okay, that’s our signal to get out of Dodge.” "Yeah, let's get on that," Clint agreed, nodding. "What's the extraction plan?" “Isn’t he just the most optimistic fellow?” Jubilee teased in a good natured fashion. “We have protocols, which usually include such things as ‘in case of emergency, blow shit up’ but we shouldn’t need that here.” She took a quick look around and then took off in the most likely direction based on the map she’d memorized before they’d arrived. “We’re going to set off some internal alarms and then go through some doors that people don’t want us to go through. Then we get to pick up your work wife and her ‘it’s complicated, possibly by violent face stabbing’ and then! Then we get out of here. Any questions?” "Would fire and smoke alarms help? Cause I've got a plan for that, just in case I ever needed to create some chaos. Also, I got bored," Clint offered, following along. He grabbed another burner phone from his gobag and held it up with a bit of a wiggle. "I can start 'em any time." “It’s like you’ve worked with SHIELD as an operative or something.” Jubilee replied with a grin. “Punch it tall, blonde and ripped.” "Or something," Clint agreed, grinning even as he punched in the code that would detonate the itty bitty whiz-bangers he'd cooked up in his spare time. They had a little more in the way of 'tiny fire starters' than 'tiny noise makers' and, considering he'd dropped a few in each of the paper shredders in the labs where he worked every week since he'd been here... well. His anti-mutant 'colleagues' were in for a bit of fun. |
