17335/Aliens Among Us

Aliens Among Us
Date of Scene:	04 March 2024
Location:	Swordfish Bar (SHIELD)
Synopsis:	Agent Erickson returns to SHIELD after dealing with cadets.
Cast of Characters:	Natasha Romanoff, Michael Erickson

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Natasha Romanoff has posed:
It's a quiet evening over in the Swordfish. To the side Natasha Romanova is reviewing SHIELD reports spread out on various small floating hologlobes. One hand holds up a drink while the other flashes through the displays, things rotating and rapidly shifting over, showcasing disparate threads upon them.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    It's been longer than Michael would probably have liked to be in the city -- but then again, the world's been a very...busy one. Especially for him. When he hasn't been giving lessons on his species and the Empire from which he came to SHIELD and SWORD authorities, he's been teaching upstate. His home, really, has been the purloined yacht-ship from his former noble cousins parked out in the mazes of warehouses and hangars storing God knows what else the agency has. Cushy digs, but it ain't New York.

    So here he is.

    It's not necessarily that he's stuck in time, but having Gone Government the man tends to dress more like he's going to plot the overrun of Nicaragua more than anything else: Brooks Brothers suit straight from the 1980s, gray tweed and undervest and all, conservative haircut and black aviators. He enters the bar after dialing in the code, and now he's here with all his faux-CIA energy to get a drink or three that won't really put a dent in his alien stamina. All hail the Empire, one supposes. They make them tough over there. Behind his shades he notes Natasha and her data-globes, but for the moment makes for the bar before deciding whether or not he'll brave distracting her.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would ah over at Michael, "Ah, Agent. I was unaware you had returned from offworld." She doesn't ask how he's doing or what he's been up to. That's impolite in mixed company. If there's anything that she hasto know, she'll be informed in a secure room at the debrief. Never one for small talk. All the various data screens that Natasha's been viewing are rather minimally classified. Just a little bit more than one could get from watching the news. She goes to wave a hand,,d ismissing them as they would all vanish. Another twist has the pads go into encryption mode.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    He's a good boy, our Bird -- snagging a pint before responding to Natasha's comment, he pushes off from the bar to saunter over to where the Russian femme fatale sits banishing her digital djinn away. "Busy teaching our personnel what's what," he replies, shrugging faintly as he stops at the edge of her table. "Now that there's...well. Everything going on. SWORD needs to know everything it can about Imperial capabilities. I don't trust the Empire not to flex its talons in the future."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would nod over at Michael, "ANd I'll look forwards to reading your debrief on the current state of political affairs within the Imperium." She spoke almost like she was looking forwards to it. The redhead truly did have a rather wide taste when it came to circumstances.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    A grim chuckle from the man, who takes a moment to sip from his beer. "Yes, well. Never a dull moment there, that's for certain." He gestures toward her now vanished infoglobes with his glass. "What's been going on here since I've been buried in the training centers?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would muse, "Oh, the normal." That covered a wide number of things. A depressingly wide number of things. "MOst of the politics for now has been inter-planetary rather than extra-planetary." WHich was something of a bonus, at least.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Isn't that the way?" His grunt is followed by kicking out a chair for himself at her table, settling down and crossing his legs as he looks at her from behind the blackmirror shades. "Anything I should be particuarly aware of? Or useful in?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would shrug, "You'll find far better summations in the reports than I can put forwards succintly. However.. A raid was done recently at items in storage at WAND which included things seized from extraplanetary hostiles. I would suggest followup with Agent Lewis."

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Another grunt. "Resident alien to the rescue," he replies, and toasts her with his glass. "All right. Anything else?"