157/A meeting of Birds.

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A meeting of Birds.
Date of Scene: 27 February 2020
Location: An airstrip
Synopsis: Meeting between Zinda, Bobbi and Daisy.
Cast of Characters: Zinda Blake, Bobbi Morse, Daisy Johnson




Zinda Blake has posed:
    Years ago Federal contracts stipulated things like aircraft to be shot down, fleet actions to fly in support of, Super weapons to destroy. It helped that old man Blackhawk usually handled that stuff, and it was mostly settled with a handshake and two fingers of rye. Now it'd taken two corporate lawyers a few weeks just to get things squared away before she could offer, and another few days worth of needlessly fussy paperwork. On the SHIELD side the brief had only stipulated that Blackhawk Transport was handling potential aerial exfiltration from the city, which might as well have meant UPS considering the majority of what Blackhawk was famous for these days.

    The Blackhawk hangar is down at the end of the run, and well it was regretably painted like every single other Hangar at the airport. Still Zinda had been here all day, and when trying to figure out her phone had gotten bored she'd gotten busy. Cracking the hangar doors open enough to get some airflow, before setting up a little charcoal grill and getting to work. Burgers and veggies hadn't changed that much since back "in the day" as it were. She had at least been able to get the hangar's PA figured out, and well it was big band because of course it was.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi 'for the moment I am a Wacandan' Morse has shown up here dressed much like one of T'challa's guards. Doesn't hurt she's been to his holo botique thing. So here she is striding in. Sniffing a few times, she cracks a smile. "Hey" she calls over, meandering vaguely toward the grill and following her nose. Not a bad idea given it's dim, she gets achance to show offf what SHIELD taught her. Sneaking.

So she tries to sneak to the grill, then, moving slowly, cautiously. If anything, she's got food with her too, some veggies, sausages and, because reasons (it was on sale) a giant bag of cookies.

Zinda Blake has posed:
    Those big blue eyes peer out from beneath the rim of that cap, and out from behind the smoke that grill puts off? Out steps Zinda mother fucking Blake, because SHIELD apparently has a thing for hiring WW2 vets it seems. That distinctive black leather jacket, it's tall collar left popped up. The neat black crush cap, the neat black leather gloves, the boots and that skirt that's -way- shorter in person? Theres a pretty old skool flap holster and a few magazines to boot mind you, belt buckle wearing the same insignia as the cap on her cap or the patch on her shoulder. Lady Blackhawk everyone, hold your applause.
    "Hey look sister, I'm on the clock so no signatures yeah?"And a pause, as she flips them burgers. "I reckon ya'll can drop somethin off at the press office iffin ya'll gotta, otherwise theres a whole mess right'chere bout restricted areas'n all that there mess."The movies do not -usually- portray her equally old world Alabama Accent, incidentally.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"Listen, lady" Bobbi says and takes in the appearence. See, Between the two of them she's the more out of place. Though, hey. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't tell her not to wear Wakandan dress. If anything, that's her call to fit in better with her posting. Looking over to the woman, Bobbi tilts her head and studies the woman. "Alright then" she nods, setting the cookies, veggies and sausages down for a moment to produce her ID. "You're the pilot? Nice to meet ya" she nods. Her ID has all the usual trimmings. SHIELD Id tend to do that really. Then hearing the accent, Bobby senses an opening for sass. "You're grilling veggies and meat?" she asks, suddenly glad the sprinklers (as efficient and industrial as they are) haven't triggered. "With your accent, it's hey y'all want a beer while I grill these grits?" she asks, matching Zinda's own accent with a way more stereotypical 'Bama accent. And given Bobbi's got a reputation for sarcasm....it's not a shock. "I brought you cookies and sausages and more veggies" she adds. "Congrats. You get my groceries.

No lie. Bobbi's got more in the Triskelion. She's just giving out the best bits to contractors. Because nothing says I'm making it up to you after making fun of you....like a giant family sized bag of cookies, really. Chocolate chip, too.

Zinda Blake has posed:
    "Aww shucks, fuck beer I'll break out the god damned 'shine if I wasn't the one on watch. I mean fuck I've shot down Zeroes boozed up to my ears, but you know we gotta be all puritanical about this shit these days."Theres a little shrug and, slings a bottle of coke across towards Bobbi. "Eeeyup, beef'n bell peppers make for a proper burger back where I'm from. I made plenty if ya'lls feelin peckish mind, I was s'posed to have a wrench round'ere but critter went and got a sick kiddo on me."

    Grocieries are inspected, and set carefully aside "Yeah I'm -the- Pilot, damned varmits went and promised me a god damned combat gig and here I am."Theres a little pause there as she sips after her own soda for a moment. "Blackhawk 2, Zinda Blake at'cher service. That Lady Blackhawk shit wasn't around back in the day, but I ain't a particular sort've gal."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi sips her soda and nods sympathetically. "Ain't the wheels of government a great thing" she says. That sarcasm is so thick it could be used to hold walls up, or clog up pipes though. Looking over to the grill, brown eyes inspect what's on it. "You got a point. but" she nods reaching for the sausages. "Bit of those too, some mustard. Couldn't get any beer or shine" she says and looks amused at the Puritanical wording. "I'm not dresssed for that. This isn't Salem, come on now. We got good food, and a plane. Hangar door's open"

Indeed it is. There's a snatch of conversation outside.

"You fucking crazy Jerry? I'm not going in there. Crazy girl cooking in there. Real miserable sort in that hangar. Trent told me to stay out of there. Yeah I'll double back"

Bobbi listens, the guard not hard to hear given he's....right outside, though footsteps prove he's walking away as Bobbi raises an eyebrow. "So what'd you do to the guards? They're not happy with you" she asks. To be fair, Bobby's little better when she gets talking. Looking over the grill, Bobbi nods, sending out a message to the agents in the city that there's free food and a good time for those not working. Technically...Bobbi is. But, the panther's not in trouble, so...

Zinda Blake has posed:
    "Oh honey last time I was in Jersey they took shots at me on account of me kissing a trophy girl, figurative and then literal later that evening."There is a famous photograph of the deed infact, if you want to dig into the history but thats besides the point. "Not that LA was any better, them boys set themselves up a special "Zinda" taskforce on account of all the hearts I was breaking. Even during the war any time I swung back stateside, there was a whole thing on account of me being a regular heart break machine apparently."Zinda gives a little shrug there, reaching across to snag the sausages in question.

    Sausages are plopped down onto the grill, before she snags a plate to migrate burgers and bell peppers onto buns. "Well right after I got back, the Smithsonian asked if they could have my P-38. I just wanted the seat time more'n anything honestly, so I ferried the thing on home from Japan. Touch down for fuel before making the run up to DC to drop the bird off, and these yokels start coming out of the woodwork freaking out because I'm strapped and fueling it myself. There was a whole thing, because they hadn't gotten word I was still on contract on account of everything."

    Theres a little shrug there as she slides the plate of burgers over, snagging one for herself to bite into with a little hmmmm. "Well one of them critters put his hands on me, so I hauled off and knocked his goddamn lights out. Cops got involved, DOD, US navy, whole nine yards of critters in uniform coming down to have themselves a proper clutch at the pearls. So when I come back, and I'm on contract again? Them Varmits tried to give me some static when I came on in to put the bird down, and well there was a whole thing again. On account of none of them wanting a broken nose, they've been keeping a distance."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy has been doing her own mission over here in the city, then doing her own investigations on the side because hey, no rest for the wicked but then a message. A meet up at the hangar? And from Bobbi who she hasn't seen in a while. So she gets on driving on her oooold van to where the food is, and the company.

The old sputtering engine is heard well before it arrives, it's clearly a dying van, hanging by a thread, parking not too far from the hangar and then Daisy hops out. Instead of the normal Agent clothing she dresses more casually, jeans, a leather jacket, old boots. A light tap on the side of the van as if to say 'you survived one more trip!' and then she is making way to the hangar.

A nod to the security officers, "Boys." she tells them, a faint grin at their apparent misery and then she steps into sight. A look given to Bobbi and her wakanda outfit. "You are taking this assignment way seriously, Bobbs." the corner of her mouth curling up in amusement.

Attention then goes to Zinda, catching just the last tirade of her words and grins, "Yea, screw whoever gets between us and our toys, right?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"When the King of Wakanda offers you clothing and it fits your assignment" Bobbi grins, "It's better than the gown I was wearing when I got there, to be fair. Jade evening gown and earrings." she nods and picks out a burger, looking to Daisy with a a laugh. "Oh yes, screw anyone who gets between us and our toys. We're not the worst around are we?" she grins.

Watching the two women Bobbi nods and bites into the burger, she's brought the aforementioned groceries too.

Watching Daisy, Bobbi is silently squeeing at hanging out with movie stars and Daisy. See, this isn't how Bobbi thought today would turn out. Between rooming with the Wakandan guards, and now here for food and chilling, sure. Today's a strange day.

Zinda Blake has posed:
    Daisy gets a suspicious peer, before glancing after Bobbi for confirmation. F-O-F verified, she relaxes back behind the grill. Satisfied that at the very least she's contributed to the betterment of mankind through shockingly able grilling. Like no joke those burgers are absolutely on point, juicy tenderness contrasting beautifully with the crisp pop of those yellow bellpeppers."Well I reckon, you put'cher paws on me ya'll are takin your life in your hands. You don't just go grabbing at a combat pilot, I mean shit the war'd only been over for me like a month or something at the time. He's lucky knocked the fuck out was all he got."Unrepentant as ever of course.

    A coke is floated over towards Daisy, and well theres plenty of burgers if she fancies. "Good lord, I'd have made something proper had I known I'd be entertaining every skirt with a badge. Haven't seen this much heat show up since they found that still that I had nothing to do with."Theres a smirk at that. "Grab a chair and make yourself comfortable sweetheart, I'd offer something harder but we're supposed to be serious business professionals or some shit."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I suppose it's like that saying .., When in Rome ..." Daisy trails off with a brief laugh of her own, shaking her head a bit to herself but her amusement still there at having Bobbi dressed in such trappings. "And we are -definitely- the worst around." a wink to Bobbi and she makes her way into the hangar more properly, thumbs edged inside the pockets of her jeans. On her forearms and partially concealed by the jacket she seems to be wearing some kind of technological gauntlets. Fingerless.

Her eyes then again go to Zinda, and just in time to catch that coke, popping it open and taking a sip, "I am Daisy. Good to meet you. Friend of Bobbi's?" she questions with some curiosity, not sitting just yet and wandering over to pick up a burger. She takes a bite and grins. "Well, seems I made the right choice to strain the old van to come meet you guys." she says in approval. But then she asks. "What war do you mean?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"You think we're professionals and Puritans?" Bobbi asks trying not to laugh and choke on her burger. Taking a sip of Coke she grins to Daisy. "Yeah she thinks we're all Puritans and smart and know what we're doing" she nods, "You cook great though. Burger's good. Peppers are good. I brought veggies if you wanted to get creative" she nods with a a nod, then eyes flick to Daisy. "Aren't you glad" she nods. "Get you out of the office, huh, meet us" she grins.