Log:A Talk at the Gym

Shadow Squad 2013/07/08 	 J 	 Regan 2

Regan receives word of a visitor who'd like to speak with her at Steel's Gym.

"Hey, there, Ms. Scorby," the visitor says. He's a man in his sixties, medium build, with dark hair combed over to cover a bald spot. Worry lines cover his forehead. He speaks with a Texas twang. "You can call me Jay. Is there someplace private we can talk?"

Regan smiles and inclines her head. "A pleasure to meet you Jay." her accent as crisp, cultured and unmistakably English as ever. She gestures to the doorway into the pool. "In my experience large bodies of water make it very difficult for listening devices to get a clear signal and I can guarantee we won't be disturbed."

Jay nods. "Mine too." He follows her to the pool.

Regan's boot click on the tile expanse surrounding the pool, the peculiar acoustics of indoor pools amplifying the high pitched noise though her voice doesn't carry anywhere near as well. "So, how may I help you Jay?"

Once in the privacy of the pool area Jay looks at Regan, bushy eyebrows raised slightly. "I represent a unique agency that's interested in keeping the peace. Only, we also have the belief that sometimes keeping the peace requires a subtlety that's sometimes beyond the cape and spandex set..."

"We're wondering if you might be willing to help us out on occasion. Both with you knowledge of tradecraft and knowledge of the meta community." He pauses. "Honestly, you've got to be the most over qualified gym manager on the east coast."

Regan inclines her head with a smile. "You would not be here if you hadn't researched my background. You're aware then that I am a UEMS parolee and subject to oversight. If I do anything that violates the terms of my parole the consequences would be severe." Her shoulders lift in a supple shrug. "Am I still useful to you given that that is the case?"

J nods to Regan. "I've read your file, and yet, here I am..." He pauses a moment. "For now, I just have a question or two."

Regan nods again, her smile widening. "Certainly, ask away." she clasps her hands loosely in front of her. "I may have one or two questions of my own but as the visitor you get to start."

J nods. "I was wondering if you knew of any other metas in the city with your kind of skill set. One that might be amenable to working for the company. Aside from yourself of course."

"Well Dark Horse is very capable, Shoro is very similarly skilled, Jennifer and Jessica have some capacity for stealth of a paramilitary kind but not really subterfuge." Regan's lips purse. "They're the first that spring to mind. Of the newer arrivals..." Her brow furrows. "There is perhaps an archer, but I barely know him and I don't know what his skills are beyond sniping from stealth."

J nods. "You have some questions for me?"

"Well I do have to admit to being slightly curious about the organisation you represent, its goals and legal status. Keeping the peace is a vague term, I'd like to know a bit more wbout what you would like me to do on your behalf and how you would like me to go about it." Regan gestures to the side with one hand. "I don't need specific details, a broad outline will do, but a lot of tyrants justify the most egregious outrages with the phrase "Keeping the peace."

J nods. "We're the good guys. I can't tell you more than that. If you don't like what I'm asking of you, you can always tell me to get lost." "Which Archer? Longbow or Quarrel?"

Regan nods. "Yes, Longbow, that's his name, again, I don't know much about his more general skill set, but he keeps a low-ish profile from what I have seen." Her head tilts slightly. "Being good guys is an admirable thing. I suppose that that's all the questions I have until such time as you have something specific you would like me to do."

J nods. "Been a pleasure. I'll be in touch."

Regan nods. "Do you wish to set up some sort of protocol for meetings ? Or are you happy to come here?" Her smile fades. "I know a lot of handlers try to keep as much distance as they can from the operatives to reduce the risk of either compromising the other."

J says, "We'll arrange something." He turns and begins to head off.