2008-02-04: See You Soon

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Summary: It's 'Take Your Spouse to Work Day' at Pinehearst or something. Mariska makes Felix endure the audience of her mistakes and they both discover just how very screwed they really are…

Date It Happened: February 4th, 2008

See You Soon


Fort Lee, NJ - Pinehearst Research - Arthur's Office

Works move in and out of Arthur's office, trying to repair and fix everything that needs to be taken care of since Gabriel and Elle's break-in a few nights ago. Power has been restored to the man's office, but whether it's through the use of a generator or the power company itself is unknown. Arthur Petrelli is currently on the phone, speaking softly into it, nodding his head occasionally. "Yes… yes. It set us back a few days, but everything is proceeding just fine."

Okay, so, believe it or not, Mariska doesn't actually make a habit of just randomly teleporting into her bosses' offices if she can help it. Especially not when they're on the phone. For this reason, she and Felix are left to linger outside of the doors in the very nicely appointed sitting area where they politely wait their turn to have a little face time with the man on top. As if her husband might require some sort of comforting gesture, Mariska reaches out and places a hand on his knee. Hi.

Felix is in one of his usual impeccably tailored suits, only very faintly rumpled from being hastily stuffed into a bag and zapped halfway across the world. Fel's sitting, as patiently as he can managed, wearing the sphinxish expression that means he's trying to give nothing away. But Misha's gesture has him smiling at her, gratefully, and putting a hand over hers. They are, apparently, in this together.

"Yep," Arthur says into the phone, before looking towards the door. "I'll let you know soon. I have to go. An employee wants to see me." He sets the phone down into the cradle, not even bothering to listen to the other person's goodbye. There's much more important business at hand, and whether this meeting is part of it or not is anyone's guess. He nods to a receptionist who has been hovering quietly near the door, and she moves out into the hall, addressing Mariska and Felix. "Mr. Petrelli will see you now."

Mariska's posture abruptly straightens at the receptionist's announcement and she just can't help but share one of those 'did I hear that right?' looks with Felix who is, no doubt, right there with her on that one. She climbs out of her chair slowly and proceeds into the man's office with her neck out, peering around the corner first almost as if she expected to be greeted by someone else… maybe younger, possibly more Senatorial. Or… even younger than that, with emo bangs. When she does, indeed, spy Arthur, she's wearing an obviously intrigued look. "Mister… Petrelli…?"

Petrelli. Oh, my god. This is Peter's dad? Fel's face is abruptly a study in shock, as he turns to Misha. There's no need to ask aloud, the question's writ large on his face. He's not angry, merely surprised. Then he hastily reassembles his composure, though the blue eyes are still wide. "I take it you're Peter and Nathan's father," he says, rather lamely, as he steps in after Misha. Please to have another level of surreality.

"Yes, yes," says Arthur with a dismissive wave of his hand, pulling his chair out from behind his desk. He lowers himself into it, looking at the new arrivals. "Peter's my son, Nathan's my son, my wife runs the Company you used to work for. I'm sure it's all very shocking." He pauses for a moment, looking past them into the sitting area as another group of workers go by. "Unfortunately, I'm pressed for time." He looks to Felix, and when he speaks, it's to Mariska. "I take it this is your husband?"

"Da. This is… Felix Ivanov, Arthur… Petrelli." Not that formal introductions are really necessary at this point, but. Hey. Let's give Mariska an 'E' for Effort this round.

Felix inclines his head stiffly, expression back to that polite neutral. No protestations of pleasure at meeting Arthur, because hey, he's not all that happy to be here.

"I apologize for the state of the facilities," Arthur says to Felix, waving a dismissive hand to indicate the building around them. "We had some security issues recently, but we're slowly getting things back up to par." He stands from his desk, rummaging around in one of the lower drawers, but he comes up empty handed. ".. usually there's a pamphlet, but I seem to have run out. No matter. I'm sure you'll find yourself right at home at Pinehearst."

Mariska remains momentarily content to let the boys have their moment of whatever serves as social niceties between creatures such as they are. Once an extended pause is allowed to lapse, she gets right down to business. "The Company is aware of what's happened." But, Mariska clearly isn't very aware of what's happened at Pinehearst. "When will I be returning Mister Bishop?" Ha, yeah… about that…

Fel eyes Arthur, calmly. And then asks, "Also, our daughter. How will Pinehearst be helping us retrieve her from Company custody?" Yes, he just jumped right in feet first, but he doesn't give a damn about the Petrelli family feud.

"Mr. Bishop is dead," Arthur replies simply, shaking his head. "An unfortunate loss." Only not so much, considering Arthur was the man who killed him. "As for your daughter, I have plans for that. Fortunately, they coincide with your next orders. Both of you will be involved." He pauses, allowing this to sink in before he continues. "For now, you'll have to trust me. There's something I need to do first before it's time, but it won't be very long now."

"Dead?!" Mariska all but chokes on the word. She looks suitably shocked and horrified, as to be expected from a woman clearly in way over her head. "But ho—" You know what? No. Misha's not going to go there. She knows better than that. Instead, she reaches out a hand toward Felix, the gesture subtle and kept to the side; she's seeking tactile support, not an escape route. "And… until then?"

Cue Fel's best pokerface. Utterly flat, save for the light blazing in his eyes. Jesus. Now what are we into? He links hands with his wife, lacing narrow fingers with her delicate ones. "How did he die?" he persists, tone flat.

Again, the answer from Arthur is simple. "I killed him." He has no qualms admitting it— after all, he has plenty of ways to keep the two in front of him quiet, or, should worse comes to worst, kill them. He moves around his desk, leaning backwards on the front of it. "Until then, feel free to introduce your husband to the facilities. I promise we'll get your daughter back soon. If you have any questions, talk to my receptionist. She'll make sure they get to me." There's a smile on Arthur's face, but his body language and tone of voice suggest the meeting is coming to a close.

Imperceptible though it may be to Arthur — or, maybe he can sense it — there's a subtle squeeze relayed palm to palm from Mariska to Felix, even as the Russian woman straightens her posture into something suddenly much more stiff instead of cowering. She's dealt with men of Arthur's ilk before; she's daughter to one. There's no ducking and running to be had here. Once they're in, they're in. For better or worse. She's made this bed and now her husband has to lie in it, too. "In that case, we'll see you… soon." Cue the non-standard exit procedure. KRAK!

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