551/A Winter Guard reunion!

A Winter Guard reunion!
Date of Scene:	16 March 2020
Location:	Somewhere in New York
Synopsis:	Heroes defect!
Cast of Characters:	Mikhail Uriokovitch, Galina Nemirovsky

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Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail has made himself at home in the house on Long Island, a quiet little house in a relatively quiet neighborhood. It was between rotations and he drew the short straw to stick around in New York, or well, he volunteered. He has found a spot on the couch with a stack of DvDs from the mid 80's and a bottle of vodka with a splash of orange in it for color in his hand.

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    She slipped in through the back door, and well it's not as if she couldn't get a key mind so. Still despite all the noise she makes in the suit, it's easy to forget she's more than capable of being sneaky when she wants to. Casually leaning against the doorway into the kitchen to survey the scene. "Hey you big stupid bear, what the fuck is this nonsense? I get to Moscow, ready to cycle into the US and they tell me "Don't bother" because you're taking the duty cycle for me?"

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Not fan of weather back home," Mik says as he takes another drink without looking back, "Also behind on movies that I missed while in the freezer. Currently watching "Red Dawn," can't believe Americans thought this posisble." He looks back, "Besides, someone has to watch house." He laughs and reaches into a bag of chips to eat a few. "What else brings you here to New York?"

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "The Red Guardian is concerned, he has made it so Moscow is concerned. The fact I am now here with you, outside of his control is more than enough to enrage him as well."She shifts, digging through her jacket to produce her smokes and get one lit. "You've been off, your head hasn't been in the fight. So you want to talk to me like a team member, or are we going to let Moscow presume the worst over here?"

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"You want truth? Fine, I'll tell you." Mikhail says and sighs, hitting pause on the remote. He stands, the large frame obstructing the television set, "I am tired. I have been used since I was a small child. I have been sent to do the biddings of those who reject my humanity and only see a weapon." He finishes the bottle and tosses it aside, the plastic bouncing off of the wall. "I am done."

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "Moscow will not allow this Mikhail, you know what they're going to do if I go back to the consulate and report you're considering defection to America?"Galina doesn't shy, she doesn't shrink away. She simply looks up at the lumbering Mikhail, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "You know who they will send to bring you home yes, not Red Guardian for sure. They will send me, because they know we get along. They also know I am only one who could maybe take you in fight that doesn't level half of city."

    She inhales, deeply before letting that smoke billow from her nostrils. "It is very important we both be very clear with each other Mikhail. so we have no misunderstandings. What you intend to do is defect to the United states, yes?"

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"I care not what Moscow thinks, they sent me to kill or capture my own kind to use in their war machine. That is why I was frozen," Mikhail says, "Have you read my file?" He sighs and leans agaisnt the wall, expression revealing weariness, "To the US maybe, I wish to do good, but I would rather work with others like us or with somethink that is not some giant political scheme." The large man frowns, "I would not lie to you. I am tired of being their pawn on the chessboard. Do you wish to remain their tool for the rest of your life? I would not wish it on you. You do not deserve that treatment. Unless you are recording this, they do not know fully, yet, da?"

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "You remember all that noise I made after they sprung the Titanium man last time, giving interviews to the press and all? Yeah well they killed my dad for that."She pushes that out there and just, lets it hang. "I moved my gear out of country last week, was going to use this rotation to announce my intentions. Give copy of some technical documents to Stark, tell a journalist or two what my intentions are. That way if they got me, the story would get out."

    Slowly she pushes off from the doorway, slowly rolling her shoulders. "Besides you big stupid bear, what in the fuck would you do without me? I mean I need somone who can open my pickle jars, you need somone to kick you in the head when you turn into a drunken animal."She steps foreward, offering her hand with a curt little nod. "Let us become Americans, together like always. The Bear and the Dynamo, the only members worth a fuck anyway."

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail nods solemnly and listens, "I have not seen my mother since they took me from her. I understand your pain," though the jar reference gets a laugh and another nod, "Easiest way to open is to smash jar." He snorts in amusement at her commentary and takes her hand in his and shakes, "Very well. We shall do this. They can't hurt us any more than they already have."

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "Keep your head straight Mishka, we are not going to have it easy. Get ahold of local mutants, your people and make nice with them. We will be needing all the friends we can find I fear, You will need to make good impression."And a wink, as she gives that big bear a shake and a hug. "I will not implicate you in my defection, so you will have time alright? If they ask just say You haven't seen me, da?"

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Already have feelers out, and I will stay in touch, nor implicate you in my own. Besides, they will likely try to send me after you," He snorts and grumbles as he is hugged, "We will do all right, though, da, it will not be easy, nothing ever is."

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "Easy is for Americans."She steps back, grinning. "Call me if you need anything alright, I am not keeping phone on but I will listen to the messages alright big guy?"She stuffs her hands back in those jacket pockets, moving towards the door. "We'll be ok Mishka."

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail laughs, a genuine belly laugh, "Indeed. Use this number," he hands over a slip of flash paper, "Memorize and burn. That is new number for me, will change regularly. Hopefully soon this can be carried out, at least I hope we will be welcomed."