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Mystique	Early evening. Mystique is in her new office, the one she could have had at any time but never thought she needed... she was wrong. Now that it was set up and working as planned, she was finding she liked having a space just for work which meant her quarters could be just for relaxing (and other things not work related). The message went to Wade arranging this meeting two days ago, and then a reminder today in the morning, just to make sure that it was all arranged and no questions about it being cancelled or moved required. The office door was presently open, made it far easier for someone coming to her office to know they could come in.
Wade Wilson	Wade enters the office at the appointed time. He is dressed for work: crossed swords on his back, two heavy caliber pistols at his sides, and likely an assortment of other weapons hidden about his person. He isn't wearing his mask, but the red and black leather is tucked into his belt.     He gives a look around and nods. "Not bad. I like the sleek and sophisticated look. And the desk is a marvel" he grins before moving to one of the chairs to sit. He has a feeling this meeting is more business than casual so his attention is on the woman before him, his feet are both on the floor and his posture is relaxed if not so much to the point of slouching.     He rests his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers. "What can I do for you, Boss?" he asks with a pleasant and open smile.
Mystique	Mystique watches Wade enter, offering a smile and a nod as he moves to the chair. One he is sitting, the door slides closed. She reaches over to the keyboard on the right, tapes a key and he actually hears the locks on the door engage. Once that is done, she slides her hair up to the central section of the desk, picks up a manila envelope and merely holds it in hand "Thanks," she offers about the office. "I decided I needed an office, so here it is." She taps the envelope lightly. "This particular situation is considered very highly classified, Wade." Now she stands, because she needs to pace and speak. "There are still aspects to the Brotherhood that haven't changed. Although we don't blow things up any more, we are constantly watching, listening, and preparing for those times when mutants are in danger of losing something we have fought so hard to obtain. Each and every small liberty," she pauses in her pacing near the secured door, then turns to look at him. "This contract is one that will put an end to a problem that has long existed, silence a voice that has been screaming far too loudly, but to do it, you need to remain unseen and have no indications that come back to the Brotherhood has a whole." At that moment the secure door opens. A set of twins stand there, one holding a large garment back, the other just grinning ear to ear. It's hard to tell them apart in their faces, but looking at their skin tight cyberwear style suits, it's obvious one is female, the other male. Mystique takes the garment bag from them, offers a nod and a smile, then she steps back as the door closes. "H & D," she states, then walks over to him to offer over the envelope and lay the garment bag over the chair beside his.
Wade Wilson	Wade is silent for a while and takes the envelope. "Contract. A hit... fair" he says looking at the garment bag for a moment. He'll get to it eventally, but first to look at the mark before checking out the new threads.     He opens the envelope. "How classified? Beyond you and I--and I am going to guess Magneto--who in the Brotherhood knows of this less than legal activity?" he asks plainly, looking over the documents within.     "I don't usually talk about individual hits, my body of work speaks in quantity not quality. I just do what is required, nothing more nothing less... unless I'm feeling vindictive. I just want to know who else might know that I'm taking out..." He pauses, perusing the envelopes contents more closely.
Mystique	Walking over to her desk she sits on the edge of it, still on the same side as Wade, watching him. In the envelope are several photographs of a woman and three teenaged children, all of them looking to cover over a year of time in various locations, indicating they have been being watched for at least that long, if not longer. "You, Magento and myself," Mystique states firmly. "The others, like yourself, shall remain unknown and nameless, but I can tell you there are four others who are aware of this sort of mission. By keeping each ignorant of the others, Erik and I maintain the secrecy of the missions, and each of you have deniability should someone else get too nosy." Gesturing toward the photos she continues. "This is the wife of the Senator of Texas, a very loud and vocal man against mutant rights, as well as women's rights, minority rights... let's just say that if you aren't a rich white man, he doesn't like you." She snorts, eyes narrowing as she thinks about all the things she found on this man. "There is a very large vote of the Senate coming up regarding a mutant voting rights, he has been warned and threatened by other organizations who don't have the balls to go through with any of the threats they have made... so we will ensure that the threats they have made is completed." The entire time she is talking, she is watching Wade's face, looking for signs of an issue or problem, anything to indicate this contract is one he won't take. "The vote takes place in two days, and I already know he will vote against the bill. His wife and children will be found dead in their home in Texas, after what appears to be a robbery. Any questions?"
Wade Wilson	Wade frowns for a moment, though it's a frown of concentration, not of concern. The trained eye would recognize he is memorizing their faces. For Wade, it's as much a matter of honor as it is for his duty to the contract. He's memorized the face of every person he's killed in the name of duty, going back to his time in the Marines. Every contract, every enemy target, if they were a designated target, he remembers what they looked like if not every one of their names.     "I usually try to steer clear of children..." he says. "Not their fault their father's an asshole" he adds. "But..." he shrugs and closes the envelope.     "It can be quick?" he asks. "I don't need to make them suffer? Just get in make the kills, take some valuables and deaprt?" he asks, looking up at the woman ordering him to create collateral against an ill opinioned politician.
Mystique	Yellow eyes watch Wade intently as Mystique shifts on the edge of the desk, moving so she can cross one leg over the other. There is no way he can miss her looking at him, she's not attempting to hide it in any way. "Quick and as painless as possible," she replies as she nods. "There are specific items listed on the back of one photo that you should take, the most valuable of things in the house, as well as the address of the home and the usual security schedules." Resting her hands in her now created lap she cants her head slightly. "These children have been indoctrinated into the hate society against race, religions, mutants. They are carbon copies of their parents other wise the contract would just be his wife." Her eyes darken slightly. "I weighed the odds before adding them to the list. The contract does not define price, that line is left empty for a reason. /You/ will decide for yourself what the cost of this contract is, and I will pay it."
Wade Wilson	Wade nods to the answers seeming to find them satisfactory. "Got a pen?" he asks before setting the envelope aside and taking the garment bag. "New threads since my look is rather well known among certain circles?" he asks and then pauses his eyes grow distant and his inner monologue becomes outer.     "Let's face it, even if I dont' have two movie deals--we do *not* talk about Origins-- with a third in the works," it's clear that even if his eyes are directed at Mystique, his words aren't meant for her, they're meant for the audience he is convinced is watching his every action. "Deadpool is household name in enough circles that I'd be recognized the moment they took a look at my departing ass. It's such a fine ass after all."     A blink and he's back in the conversation with his employer. Unzipping the bag he takes a look at the contents. It's of similar cut and make as his own, he covers his entire body with good reason as it's as much a defining feature of him as the suit is. But the color is a black that seems to siphon the light of the room into itself reflecting almost nothing in return. "Vanta. Nice... didn't know they made this textile in that color." He slips off a glove, the mottled and scarred flesh looking as terrible as his face, and slips on a glove from the new suit. If not for the articulation of his fingers the lack of reflective light makes his hand look more like a silohuette than part of an actual body.     "Yeah... pen" he says, with a smile, "I know my price for this one already."
Mystique	Sitting there, listening to Wade speak to the unseen, unknown persons that only exist in his head, Mystique lifts one brow and sort of remains right there. He's looking at her, but not speaking to her, she's not sure if moving will set off something or not, so she waits for the 'monologue' to finish, then stands. Moving around the desk she pulls open the drawer and removes a pen, which she then offers to him. "The outfit was designed by H & D for you," she offers regarding the garment bag. "Apparently they believe they have your aesthetic down, so they made you something that should suit your... how did D put it... 'unique style', and still keep you unknown. They rather enjoyed the venture of making it."
Wade Wilson	Wade takes the pen and scratches out a number into the price agreed line of the contract. He takes another look at the final picture, flipping it over to get an idea of the items he's meant to take and then, without waiting he starts to change.     It seems he is keen to get moving and would rather not waste time going back to his room to change.     He doesn't completely disrobe in front of the woman, he keeps his boxers (black with cartoonish turkeys on them). He has scars but none beyond those of the of the experiment that made him what he is today. That is the beauty of his power. A complete return to the baseline of when he awakened to his healing factor.     He's tugging on the boots and gloves. THere are no distiguishing features to the suit something he takes note of. "I'm essentially a shadow..." he says. "Handy and my compliments to the twins. I take it this suit is to be kept secret as well. No using it for special non-black ops Brotherhood jobs?" he asks, tugging on a glove and looking at a pair of sleeves for the covers for the hilts of his swords. "They thought of everything."
Mystique	Mystique doesn't watch, she doesn't see the boxers, as he starts to get undressed, she sits herself in her chair behind the desk to check one of the screen. She doesn't care that he's changing there, in fact he could get completely naked and run around her office and she wouldn't care. Now if he started rubbing bare parts on her things, that would matter, but this? No problem at all. "I would prefer you only use it for missions that involve keeping your identity fully secret," she answers with a grin, finally looking over to him and the suit. Fit like a glove, perhaps the twins have finally spent enough time watching him and can be forgiven. "So if there are other missions that you are being a secret, feel free to use it." She doesn't bother to look at the number yet, she just takes the contract. She'll pay it, whatever it is.
Wade Wilson	Wade slips the sword into the sheath on the back of the new suit before tugging on the mask. He does look entirely like a living shadow with the new suit. "Still does the trick... I doubt the bad guys will see me bleed even with this. If they see anything at all." There's a note of amusement in his tone.     "Two days, you said?" he asks. "Plenty of time to do my own surveilance and get their patterns down." He looks to the woman. "I'll go now, if it's alright with you?" he asks.     "Oh... one favor? Paper?" he adds before departing waving the pen between his fingers. "I need to write a note have it delivered to an address in Brooklyn. I need to let my girlfriend know I'll be out of town for a while. Discreetly, of course."
Mystique	Mystique opens the the drawer and pulls out a small note pad that she lays on the top of the desk. "You know Wade, you could text her," she states, sliding the pad toward the other side, with the same pen. "The vote is in two days," she then says. "When the results of the vote are announced, I will text you one word. Go or Return. That said, you're welcome to go whenever you want. This is your mission now."
Wade Wilson	Wade slides the pad to himself and starts to write. "Texts are so informal. Letters have more heart, especially hand written ones. Shows how much you care, and I really care about this girl." He writes for a moment longer and taps his mouth with the pen through the mask before nodding and signing.     "Alright... I'll be off then" he says, tearing out the page and writing an address on the back of the letter before setting pen and paper down. "Address is there on the back, can you have one of the porters just teleport it under her door or into her mailbox?"
Mystique	Mystique accepts the note from him, not looking at it or the address. "I know where Detective Pezzini lives," she offers as she stands, tucking the note into the top of her boot. "I will make sure she gets it, handed directly to her by one of our couriers. We take care of family Wade, and if she is important to you, then she is important to us and thus family." Walking around the desk she walks over to the door and presses her hand to the scanner. He can hear the door lock disengage. "Set your phone to call the Asteroid's 911 if you need an evac Wade. I'd rather scrap the mission entirely then lose you."
Wade Wilson	Wade pauses, and maybe only then realizes that Mystique's surveilance on him might go further than even he was aware of. He chuckles. "Appreciate it. And... I'll do as you ask, but I doubt it will be needed. Job this light, I can remove the Secret Service detail without casualties and eliminate the targets without too much incident."He tips his imaginary hat to the woman. "I'll see you in a few days" and with that he strides out, his movements purposeful and deliberate.