2010-04-06: Over Our Heads

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Date: April 6, 2010

Summary:

Cody channels Quasimodo to seek sanctuary, good thing Mark doesn't mind hunchbacks.


"Over Our Heads"

Mark's Apartment

It's late. So late that many of the small stores in the Big Apple have already closed up and locked their grates for the night. Dressed in a dark jacket and black combat pants, Cody moves through the streets as inconspicuously as she possibly can. Considering she's got body armor on, this usually ends up with the woman strafing through alleys and side streets. She's run for the better part of thirty blocks and she's starting to get tired. Tired and hungry.

She'd already ditched her large black case and a few of her other items in a locker to be back tracked to later, but she was fresh out of clothing in that location. So she's stuck with her current guise, at least until she finds someplace with a change of clothing.

It's a good thing that she knows exactly where she's going, not home, not yet. She's not sure if she's being followed and she's not about to take the chance. When she reaches the building she's looking for, she doesn't waste time in rethinking her actions. She rounds the building to look for a fire escape or an easy foothold, finding none, she resorts to plan B. The phone call to beg fo refuge.

He's not dressed up, so when the door opens to the Lady Medusa, Mark might look a touch odd in jeans and a plain red t-shirt. "Cody, come on." He says softly, holding the door open long enough to let her in, she can probably feel the air pressure as the door swings shut behind her. He takes the time to push the locks into place.

Having expected her, he was ready at least. "What happened?" He asks firmly, eyeing her from his spot at the door.

She doesn't need to be asked twice. Cody zips through the door and breathes a long sigh as the locks are thrown into place behind her. "Don't answer the door for anyone you don't know… Not until I leave, okay?" She's a little too tired to be polite enough to remove her boots, but she does wipe them off before proceeding further into the apartment. Really, she's just looking for the first place she can collapse, and does does, right into a chair.

"I've never been this close to being caught," she breathes, her voice growing grim and quiet as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes. She's grimy, sweaty, dirty, everything that she's come to forget about herself. This is the first night since a shower had become a daily (sometimes twice) routine that she's gotten this way. "Don't worry, if anyone was following me I lost them a long time ago. I hope…"

There is concern on the Lane heir's eyes as he watches her move to sit, his head turns towards his kitchen. "Alright… I won't answer the door, just glad your okay." Mark moves into the kitchen, she can't see him, but she can hear him rustling around in the fridge. There are no words until the door shuts.

"So what did you get into?" There is a touch of chiding as he emerges with a carton of cold chinese noodles and a bottle of water, he's been around her enough to know she needs to eat. "And don't try to spare me, you know I'm a big boy and can handle it."

After just a brief reposte, Cody is bending over to pull her boots off. It's really not polite to track all those New York germs through the apartment and soon she's got them off and tucked neathly beside the chair she's sitting on. When Mark returns, he finds her with a grateful expression on her face, accompanied by a wry smile. "Thanks, you know me too well."

She starts in on the noodles, shoveling them unceremoniously into her mouth for a few minutes before actually answering his question. "Mmm.. goo'" she murmurs before swallowing a painful mouthful. "I met someone wearing a collar, she could use her powers. I thought for sure I was either going to die or get captured… or both."

"Really?" Mark sounds surprised eyes lifting high on his head, moving to sit on the couch, perched on the edge of it, arms resting on his knees. "Then I should be doubly glad your okay then." Lips press into a thin line as he studies her, "So there are already some of the specials out there collared and being used as weapons?"

That thought doesn't make Mark happy at all. "Any luck on figuring out how to get them off? I know Mike took a couple with him to check with people. How about you?"

"I haven't seen him, not for a while now. I've been… a bit busy." Cody says a little dubiously as she digs around in the noodles. She's still hungry but rather than eat a bit more, she wanders over to the couch and sits right beside the arm he's perched on. "Things are going to get a little hairy, I think. I might have to join you in the Amazon just to get away from here for a while."

"What about you? We haven't had much of a chance to catch up. I talked to a friend of mine about Doctor Ray's memory loss… I don't know if it's a good idea to fix it. What would happen to him if he finds out what he invented?" She sighs and takes another few bites of the noodles before setting them down. "I mean, it'll really help us in the short term, but in the long run… It might hurt him more. I think between the rest of us, we can probably figure them out. What do you think?"

"Hey, you know I can always use the backup. Maybe you can find me a few others to go on this thing, not everyone thinks I am sane enough to go with." Mark comments lightly, though he still looks concerned.

"Anyhow…" He shift back to sit further on the couch, head tiling back to look at her, the man's shoulder shrug. "I think… He'll be fine. He is starting to remember bit and pieces, but I think as long as we don't tell him what they were for, he should be okay. I mean. The man designs new stuff for the military, stuff that kills." He frowns a bit.

"Though I think he'd feel some guilt over it being used on innocents."

"I'll find you someone, at least one more person. Do you have anyone from earlier expeditions in mind?" Cody shifts again, this time to lean her head against the man's shoulder. She's spent the better part of the night running, after all. She's a bit tired.

"Designing things for the military is a bit different from designing things to enslave American citizens and use them against other citizens… This is a lot different." Her voice grows a little more quiet and grim as she thinks about it a little more. "It's like when we came out of the cave and saw all the Lane weapons… this time there's no suitcase."

"Not… really?" Mark says slowly as the head settles on his shoulder. "My crew tends to change, since not everyone thinks I'm firing with all cylinders." His arm moves slowly to slide around her back, fingers brushing along her waist, till they hook at her hip.

"Yeah… this time there is no easy way out… no satellite phone to get us back up from the government." The eldest Lane boy gives a soft sigh, his eyes on the wall of windows that look out at New York. When he speaks again, his voice is soft and thoughtful. "It's still hard to believe my dad and brother are involved in this."

Eyes narrow slightly, his head turning back to her. "One thing I know about my dad though, he has a lot of weight he can throw around. I imagine his fingers in enough pies that he'll come out of this smelling like roses… or at least not at fault. The man is a mobster at heart. There is always someone to pin it on."

"I'm not going to let myself believe this is hopeless. There's too much at stake." Cody says quietly as her arm wraps around his waist to his herself just a little closer. She's still in the prototype armor, so it's not as comfortable as it could be but there's a measure of security there.

As Mark speak, she tilts her head up to look at him, giving him a wry sort of half smile as he talks about his father. "I'd expect that, actually. I'm wondering who the fall guys are going to be. I can't imagine Azhar Qahaar not taking credit if they succeed, I'm just wondering who is going to be the patsy if nothing works out. There's a lot of people working on this on both sides…"

"Yeah…I wonder too." Mark says softly, eyes going to the floor in front of him, fingers reach up to pull the glasses off his face, holding them loosely the same hand rubs fingers over tired eyes. "But you realize. It'll keep going even after they fall. Someone will keep trying to enslave you all." That seems to bother the adventurer.

A sudden thought has Mark giving a small chuckle, slipping his glasses back on. "You know… there was a time I didn't think about the people I investigated. They were just people I met." Glancing at her again, Mark smiles a touches his lips. The hand on her waist moves, so that he can brush fingers along the hair at the base of her neck.

"Now. I worry. I'm not my family Cody, you know that." The words are firm. "Your type… the ones with abilities. Your just as human as the rest of us." He's only human, nothing special… but the people closest to him are not. "It just kind of hurts to know I'll have to work against my family to protect everyone." It's one case where blood is not thicker then water.

"Someone let the secret slip," Cody murmurs quietly, pursing her lips unhappily at the end as she stares up at him. "For the most part, we think we're alone in the world." Her eyes tighten at the corners briefly before she blinks a few times and shakes her head once.

"Before the cave, I didn't know how easy it was to find people with abilities. Now there's an entire program built around selling them as weapons." It's about this time, her lips twitch on one corner and she lets loose a deep sigh. Her head tilts toward his hand so that the back of her head is cradled in his palm. "It's a good idea, I mean… It's horrible… but it's a good idea. You don't have to spend that much to keep one person alive. Once you have the resources on hand to keep them in that condition… It's easy. Your enemies will never know what to look for."

It's the problem she's facing now, what to look for. Who is dangerous versus who isn't. If there wasn't the fear of losing the entirety of her life's work, she'd probably hole up somewhere and never come out.

"Mark, I really… I really don't know what to tell you." She licks her lips and raises her hand to cup his cheek. "I'd love to tell you not to, but I can't." Then there's the soft breath of a silent laugh as she suddenly smiles. "I'm going to be selfish now and just tell you that I need you."

"It is a good idea, your right." Mark murmurs softly, his eyes moving over her face thoughtfully. "Only if it's done right, and not against anyone's will. Look at how useful you were being in the military." His eyes find her and he smiles gently. "I'd probably be dead if the Lady Medusa hadn't been there," His fingers curl lightly into her blonde hair.

The touch of her hand at his cheek, makes that smile widen a bit more. "I need you too, Cody." he swallows, his eyes flickering down for only a moment. "I need you… to keep me from folding. From going under, cause I think I'm over my head here." Worry creases his brow for a moment, his eyes dropping again. "I'm going to do what need to be done to make this right."

Something crosses his face a flash of uncertainty. "Though…" He says softly, his head lowering towards her's, fingers tighten slightly in her hair. "…I think in someways…" His breath can be felt on her lips, "…right now, Cody. I just need you." His mouth brushes the corner of her lips, in a timid gesture, uncertain in someways, as if the explorer is asking permission.

(Fade)

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