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Patsy Walker	The Offices of Walker, Private Investigator might be a misnomer. It's not so much a set of offices as it is a back room in an apartment complex. Hey, you have to start somewhere. Not in New York City for long, certain things take some time to build up and develop, but in spite of the desk looking too large for the small space it's in, in spite of the large cork board on the wall hanging askew, in spite of the piles of folders and paperwork because there just isn't enough cabinet space for everything, this spunky little redhead has managed to make a name for herself in a brief period of time by solving just about every job brought to her, even cracking a few tough ones others had failed in. "Maybe I've just got a knack for this," Patsy said to herself, going over one of the files she was compiling info on. In between her writing and moonlighting as Hellcat, there's been a chance for her to pool various resources together - and utilize a few tricks of her own that others don't necessarily have access to. Sipping on some lukewarm coffee, she blanches at it and pours it back into the pot, turning on the hotplate she has for it after brushing some paperwork aside. She's really not /this/ messy at home, honest!
Jennifer Walters	It takes a while for Jennifer, Attorney at Law to find the offices of Walker, PI. Or, rather, closet tucked away in the corner of an apartment complex. She stands at the door looking between it and her phone, puzzling out if she's got the right address.     She's dressed in a charcoal grey business suit, neatly pressed and expertly tailored to her oversized frame. A plum colored button-up blouse is underneath that compliments her green skin. Her hair is tied up into a neat bun, and a pair of reading glasses are perched on her nose as she stares down at her phone.     She's honestly not sure whether to knock or just walk in and, looking around, the setting doesn't really give her much of a clue either. So she decides to err on the side of discretion and knocks on the door. "Hello?"
Patsy Walker	The door is open a crack, probably because there's a smell of some kind emanating from some corner of the room that appears inaccessible. Dead mouse? Mildew? Rotted food? Hard to tell, over the air fresheners - yes, plural - and whatnot over there to help mask it. There are also a couple fans blowing, one to take the 'aroma' away from that corner and send it toward the path of another fan redirecting it toward the lone window in the room. You can't appreciate the finer things in life without experiencing the worst parts of it. Hopefully the finer things aren't long in coming. "Come in! We're open! I mean, I'm open!" Patsy calls, her focus on flipping through a few sheets of notes, a 'rubber finger' thing on the tip of her index finger to help. "Welcome to the, uh, back room of Walker, P.I. Don't mind that." 'That' being a stack of files that tips over when the door comes into contact with it. "What can I help solve for you to..oh, you're a big one, aren't you?" She's only just begun to look up as the large woman in the grey and plum steps in. Then she spots the green. "Oh..OH. You're her. Either that or the coffee was worse than I thought." She's staring, some of her red hair out of place.
Jennifer Walters	Jen stops short when the smell hits her, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She doesn't say anything since it's clear that Patsy is aware of it and is at least //trying// to do something about it. She steps into the so-called 'office' and shuts the door behind her and looks around for a place to sit. There really isn't one, so standing it is.     She looks up and offers up a pleasant grin. "Well, if this is the back room, I can't wait to see what you're //real// office looks like." It's a gentle ribbing. It wasn't too long ago when her own office looked very much like this one.     Her grin grows wider as Patsy recognizes her. "Yes. Her. She is I. You coffee is perfectly fine. You come highly recommended to me, Ms. Walker. Kenneth Wilson? He was a client of mine not too long ago and he mentioned that you managed to get him a job when nobody else could. He also said that you were a 'kick ass' private detective, and I happen to need a kick ass private detective."
Patsy Walker	"Ahh, it's better if you leave that open a little," Patsy says, indicating the door. There's a moment of self-awareness, maybe even self-doubt as Jen's initial reaction to the place is noted, but the smile allows for a mild bit of relaxation. "Yeah, neither can I," she deadpans where the real office is concerned. "So what can I do for you? I know you're a lawyer, in addition to other things in 'the community,'" she says, making bunny ears with her fingers. She's keeping it a little more direct and to the point. Really ought to dig out that corner after this and see exactly what the stench is from. "Oh, did he? I remember him. You look a lot more capable of kicking ass as far as I'm concerned, but what asses do you need kicked by me?" She's dressed as fashionably as she can be in an environment like this, a simple sweater going along with jeans and sneakers. Comfort over stuffiness.
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer laughs as she cracks open the door, "Not that kind of ass kicking. I have a case and I need somebody to do some investigating for me. Right now my law office consists of me, my assistant, four empty offices and a lot of positive thinking, so I don't have anybody on retainer who can do the investigating for me." She gives Patsy a little shrug. "Kenneth spoke highly of you and your prices are right."     "Right now I'm working on a case, and I need somebody to do a little bit of digging for me," she says, pulling a file out from her briefcase. "Diamond Brothers & Son fired my client illegally, but there's something funny goi--" She's interrupted by a loud *BANG* outside.     "What's that?" She makes her way around the desk to the window, careful to not disturb any of the piles of folders. "Oh, hell." Outside an armored car has been overturned, the underside smoking a thick, black smoke, and four masked gunmen armed with what looks like ray guns from the '50s are busy holding up the drivers.     "Stay here," she commands with the voice of authority. "Call the police." She scoots around the fans and the papers and takes off her glasses to rush out the door, only to appear back in a moment later to hand Patsy her heels. "Hold onto these for me?" Then back out the door she goes.
Patsy Walker	Patsy Walker slips the rubber finger off, tossing it behind her after a glance toward a shelf that has a cup stationed there. The item lands right in it. "I'm starting to think you've already seen the office you were just talking about me eventually having," she states. See, detective status: confirmed. Before she can get into retainers or pricing or even the case in question, she flinches by the noise. "That's probably just one of the cars backfiring," she says, trying to practice that positive thinking Jennifer was just talking about. But..no, it's probably not that simple. Jennifer is already picking up on signs that there's more to this than just a car's combustion being out of sync or whatever, and Patsy nods with a growing frown as the big green lawyer begins to leave things behind. "Even the heels!" she exclaims. Her visitor is off on her way outside, leaving Patsy to mull over what to do. Not exactly. She's already made up her mind. Staying behind in here is not something she's going to do, not when she can watch She-Hulk in action. Not when she can slip out to the back alley, currently empty of any witnesses. Not when she can will up a bit of magic, causing her clothes to be replaced by a yellow costume with black/navy accents, including a cat-eared cowl. Not when Hellcat can join in for the assist, racing out around the corner to see what's going on.
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer rushes out into the street in her stockinged feet. "Put the guns down and surrender or else-- HEY!" She just go zapped with a ray gun. It didn't do much to her but it put a smoking hole right through her jacket and blouse.     The gunman who shot her shouts at his compatriots, and all of them turn to start shooting at her except for one who is trying to melt the back door of the car with his ray gun. This doesn't prevent Jennifer from advancing, though. "Will you //stop// that?" she asks, annoyed. "You know this isn't doing anything to me other than just pissing me of and you wouldn't like-- OW YOU GOT ME IN THE EYE!"
Patsy Walker	Welp, that is definitely an overturned money truck, er, armored car. Those are absolutely people with weaponry of a very sci-fi nature. That is assuredly She-Hulk getting blasted...and mainly shrugging it off, if more impatient for it. With their focus on the not so jolly green giantess, it leaves the gunners ripe for the picking as Hellcat comes in with a leap from off to one side, claws out. This costume has them for both hands and feet, which can be quite useful as she slashes down at the closest one's arm and gun, not shy about digging in. Red hair flows behind the base of the cowl at the back as she practically hisses, "Didn't anyone tell you withdrawals only at the branch? And you need proof of an account." The voice isn't /exactly/ Patsy's, altered somewhat, but at the same time it's not quite /not/ Patsy's either. And she moves with the speed, grace, and aggression of a predator cat.
Jennifer Walters	"Ow, my arm!" cries the guy who just got slashed by Patsy. He drops his ray gun and stumbles backwards, clutching his forearm close to his chest as it bleeds. It looks like these guys have armored vests on, but that really doesn't protect them from being raked on the arm by a Hellcat.     Or being tossed in the air by an annoyed Hulk. One of the men goes flying across the street with a Wilhelm scream before impacting the brick wall across the way. "I //said// stop shooting at me!" She-Hulk growls. That doesn't stop them any. Who said robbers were smart?     Still, the distraction lasted just long enough for the one guy melting the lock to melt his way through it. "Jimmy! It's open! Let's grab the cash and get out of here!"     "Don't use my real name, you idiot!" hisses the other guy as he quickly ducks in the back of the armored car to start stuffing a duffel bag full of cash. The remaining guy outside the van turns and starts shooting at Hellcat. Maybe he'll get lucky.
Patsy Walker	Hellcat kicks at the gun to send it out of reach, turning back to face the man. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a little new to surgery. You know how it is. Gotta break a few eggs before you make an omelet. Then again, you always have to break eggs at some point. Who eats the shells? I'm rambling." He gets a fist to the face for his troubles. Amid She-Hulk's side of the fray, Hellcat ends up a little closer to the ones working on the door to the vehicle. The yell of the one coming into close, personal contact with the wall registers, but is otherwise ignored. "Yeah, Jimmy. Don't you hate it when your idiot friends screw up like that and make it easier to identify you once the cops show up?" Hellcat tsks, clucking her tongue at them. Blasts of energy or whatever it is send her into a duck, dodge, and roll, before she comes up firing something toward him. It's a cat-claw grappling hook attached to a cable, sent off with a burst of compressed air toward him, meant to strike anywhere it can. Preferably, his gun. She's fast. Too fast, it appears. "Maybe you should listen to us. You're in over your heads here."
Jennifer Walters	Already sirens can be heard in the distance closing in on the scene. The cat-claw hits the goon in the hand that's holding the ray gun, causing him to drop it with a yell of pain. The guy that Hellcat clawed regains his senses and growls, "Why you...." and he lunges at her, attempting to wrestle her down so Jimmy can finish loading up a duffel bag full of money.     "Forget the masks!" Yells Jimmy tossing a duffel bag full of money out to the guy who no longer has a gun. "Take the bag and run!" And run he does. Right into She-Hulk's fist. "Nuh unh," she says as the man is knocked senseless. "I don't think you're going anywhere."
Patsy Walker	Hellcat cracks her knuckles after drawing the cat-claw back to her. "You going to finish that sentence, or should I?" she taunts as she vaults over him springboarding off his back to the top of the vehicle, crouching up there to wiggle a finger at him. "I think you were about to say, 'Why you amazing, beautiful Hellcat! It was a mistake to ever think we'd get away with this!' How close am I?" Then she casts a look toward She-Hulk as one of the other ones runs into a bad spot. "Oh, that had to hurt. How about you, pal? Still think you've got the advantage here?" Whatever the case, fight or flight, she leaps back down to get up close and personal. It's probably not something he's going to win, given her speed, even if her fighting is a little on the basic side.
Jennifer Walters	The bleeding goon finds that he grapples nothing but air. "No! I wasn't going to say that!" He shouts at Hellcat. He, then, scrambles towards the ray gun that she had kicked away but finds his path blocked by the heroine. "Get outta my way!" he yells as he tries to punch her but Hellcat is too fast and quickly incapacitates him.     She-Hulk, meanwhile, moves over to the side of the car. "Let's get you right side up," she says and easily sets the car back on his wheels, causing Jimmy to come tumbling out. "Screw this!" he says, and tries to book it but find his way blocked by the arrival of the police.     "Freeze!" they shout, pulling out their guns and aiming them at Jimmy. Jimmy thrusts his hands up into the air, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I give up!"
Patsy Walker	Before long, they're down and out. Hellcat makes a show of wiping her hands together, the sash around her waist settling at one side almost like a tail, visually. She whistles as the armored truck is righted easily, hands moving next to her hips. "You must work out a lot," she remarks. The sound of the police's approach and subsequent arrival has her frowning, however. It's a bit late to just dip out, and leaving She-Hulk by herself for this, while she can probably handle the conversation, might be rude. "Cheese and crackers," she mutters to herself.
Jennifer Walters	She-Hulk flashes Hellcat a grin and flexes for her. "Every day. Gotta keep these guns well oiled." She eyes the cops as they start cuffing the suspects and says, "Look. If you want to beat feet before the cops start asking questions you don't want to answer, I'll cover for you. I know how to talk to these guys."
Patsy Walker	The golden-costumed 'cat' fidgets. There's some part of her that wants to stick around and chit-chat, but she's got cover to keep up and dealing with the cops runs the risk of being further found out by She-Hulk. It's not like this is the only chance they have to cross paths. "Yeah, I'd better do that. But the name's Hellcat. Look me up sometime. Nice work." Social media, natch. She ducks back into the alley, time enough to will the costume away, check to make sure everything's as it should be, and get back into the small room after freshening up a bit. Question is, will Jennifer/She-Hulk suspect anything?
Jennifer Walters	"She-Hulk," she replies. "Good work out there." She watches as Hellcat disappears into the alley before turning back to the crime scene to talk to the officer in charge.     It takes about a half an hour for her to wrap everything up before trudging back into Patsy's office. She looks a wreck. Her suit is littered with burnt holes revealing green skin underneath, and the neat bun that she had her hair in had started to come undone.     "Sorry about that," she says to Patsy. "But you know how it is. You can't throw a stone without it hitting a bank robber." She walks up and retrieves her heels, slipping them on. "Thanks for holding onto these. Now. Where were we?"
Patsy Walker	By that point, Patsy's got her hair back in order, and her clothing was already replaced with but a thought. A pretty easy, convenient change, really. "Oh, you look like something the cat dragged in," she says with a shake of the head, going through the file that was left earlier. "I caught a glance through the window. That was kind of messy, wasn't it? Good thing you were already here." She nods to the heels, a half-smile present. "Talking about a case, I think?"
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer gives Patsy a wan smile, "This is why my wardrobe budget is so big. At least I still have my dignity."     "That's right," she says, opening the file and spreading out some of the papers. "Kenneth Wilson. Diamond Brothers & Son fired him at-will, and Kenneth suspects it's because they found out he was a mutant. He says that they've a history of anti-mutant behavior, but he doesn't have any concrete proof save for a couple of leads." She flips through the papers until she finds the one that has said leads. "I need you to follow up on these leads and see if there's anything concrete you can find."
Patsy Walker	Patsy shows no signs of her prior exertion outside. Having time for things to calm back down while She-Hulk fielded questions and gave statements helped. She looks over what's there so far, nodding at a couple spots along the way. "Keeping up with current fashion, and blazing your own trail, that can add up. And I'll see what I can dig up on this. Sooner the better, I'm guessing?" she asks, looking back up from the seat behind her cluttered desk.
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer can't help but chuckle. "You know me, always vying for that coveted vogue magazine cover." She pokes a finger through one of the holes, "You think this look will catch on?"     "But the sooner the better, yes," she responds. She opens her briefcase again and pulls out a business card, sliding it over. "Here's how to contact me if you have any questions."
Patsy Walker	"Mmmmmnah, I don't think that'll go well in the courtroom or anywhere else, for that matter," Patsy says, openly honest about it, adding with a wink, "So who was the one out there with you? She looked good." She isn't above talking herself up to someone else, trying to keep the mystery going, though with Jennifer Walters, She-Hulk, maybe this is somebody she can trust. After all, she's been in the heroing community. That's a group of people Patsy would like to join in some way. With a nod, she gives the card a look before clipping it to the paperwork. "I should be able to get something on this soon. I have my ways."
Jennifer Walters	"Hellcat, apparently," Jen says, giving patsy a look. Hm. Red hair, athletic build, cat puns.... naaaaw. Maybe. Naaaaw. Maybe? "Alright. Well, I wouldn't cat nap on this one. If you're as good as they say more work will be coming your way."     She gives Patsy an easy smile as she turns to walk away. "Be seeing you around!" She turns and walks away, leaving the door open behind her to help air out that smell. There's a small *crack!* as a heel breaks and Jen cries out in despair, "God dammit!"