2008-01-13: Those Darn Petrellis

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Summary: Contrary to the title, this has little to do with the Petrellis. Church and Felix are having a meeting of minds over their assignment. Felix is dead tired, and Lawrence does most of the jabbering.

Date It Happened: January 13th, 2008

Those Darn Petrellis


Queens, NYC - Church's Apartment

Inside of a more affluent building, this apartment in Astoria seems to find itself right at home; with clear windows in every room, and a balcony in the office- it even has a wide view of the city blocks that sit beside, and the oft blue sky past the far spires of Manhattan. Most of the apartment bears walls of subtle ivory, and reddish hardwood floors.

The front door leads immediately into the spacious living area; plush rugs sit under the muted reds of a couch and twin recliners, facing a long black coffee table and a wall of electronics. Along one wall sits a rectangular, seventy-five gallon freshwater fishtank. A stair leads up into the kitchen area, cupboards the same wood as the cherry floors, with a sheen of appliances on granite counters. From one wall extends a U-shaped island. To the other side of the den is an office; a loveseat sits along the stocked, shelved walls, and facing the entrance is a hardwood desk obviously used on a constant basis. In the back hall is the master bedroom. It is a few shades darker than the rest; a tall, bright mirror among the furniture reflects the window. The main piece is a large, wooden canopy bed with tied red curtains. With a door connecting to both the bedroom and office, the bathroom is in sandy marble and tile, the circular tub in black with a foggy curtain strung overhead.


It is officially super-spy meeting time. Church has turned his office space into a makeshift police lab of sorts, and somehow he even got a tackboard up in there. Who knows where he was keeping that? On the desk and the board, he keeps information, pictures, charts, what have you, and even his laptop, hidden under some other papers is a screen of feeds from Mohinder and his lab at Reed Street.

Church himself is darting around doing whatever he thinks needs fixed. There might also be some sort of food under something, somewhere, judging by the scent of deli ingredients.

Tired Felix is tired. Really tired. IT's been busy at his real day job, let alone the Company, and he's hollow-eyed and weary as he appears at Church's door, albeit still in one of those beautifully tailored suits. God forbid his vanity suffer - heterosexual marriage hasn't corrupted him that far. Not yet.

Somehow, Lawrence has energy to spare, at any given moment. Most of the time. Especially when something has him going, such as today! As Felix comes to the door, he's already gravitating to it to peek outside. Just his luck that the man he's been waiting for is right there!

"Felix!" His chirpiness leaks out all over the quiet hallway. If Church were less tactful, he might seem like he could drag Felix into his lair at any second- but instead he just holds open the door, a ballpoint pen teetering behind his ear. "Come in. How are you?"

Felix can't help but smile, albeit a little wanly. "I'm alright, Lawrence. How're you?" he wonders, politely, fiddlig with a cufflink as he makes his way in rather sedately.

"Absolutely wired. But at least I'm not toasted anymore." If this is Church without Red Bull- God forbid he drinks any in this lifetime. He shuts the door behind Felix, skirting the entire way around the smaller man and into the room again. "Those are my fish, say hi, fishies." Lawrence comments as he passes by the tank, running a finger just outside of the glass- and at least two of the fish inside do pause to follow it. Hi.

Church waves Felix into the office off across the living room now. "I've got a setup in here for us. Is there anything you want to ask right away?"

"Fill me in. It's winter, my brain doesn't work so good. What's our objective, who're our targets?" he wonders. And winter does seem to hurt him. He's pale and thin, though he pauses to eye the fish curiously.

The fish float there and seemingly peer out at Felix from inside the tank. There are some colors, some silvers, some spotted like leopards- but nothing too crazy. There is one catfish-looking fellow at the bottom, picking up and spitting pebbles and looking as if he might be falling asleep.

"Right now we are working on finding out who in the first place took it upon themselves to conduct an operation and raid on the Reed Street labs, and why. They stole away Suresh, Nathan Petrelli, and Niki Sanders from the scene- and we have technically recovered one of three, and found out who had subsequently stole them a second time, but from their original kidnappers." And on that note, Church makes sure to point out one whole part of the board devoted to Pinehearst.

That Professional shiny must be sparkling today.

Felix looks away from the fish, and snorts. "Really? Sounds like a game of hot potato - a double kidnapping? Pineheart, hm? What do we know about them?"

"Not much right now. They seem to have appeared out of thin air, and Mohinder would back me up on that. They're a biotech firm. Genetic research, and all of that nice stuff that has to also do with special people. Suresh has gone to meet with them again under hopefully false pretences- but sometimes I wonder if someone would be able to just seduce him with a giant microscope. So I am not sure how that is going to go, but I am watching him." Lawrence pauses to peer at the business card again. "Yeah, hot potato. Or an illusion. It could always be the same side hiding the fact and wooing the people it 'saves'." Church even makes sure to quote the air.

Felix purses his lips, though his gaze wanders to the fish now and then. "Interesting. COmpetition for our own employers?" he wonders, finally shrugging out of his overcoat.

"It depends on if they set it up and intend to undermine us, or if it truly is a case of mistaken identities and sudden appearences. If we have a common enemy, we may not be competition for very long, either way." Church motions to a chair nearby, which actually has his own coat slung over it. There's a place for you to put that. "I suppose now that Suresh is making contact, we'll be finding out."

"Why are they sending Suresh?" he wonders, as he obediently deposits his coat. He's still wearing the suitjacket, and presumably the gun, underneath it.

"They weren't going to, but he went anyway, even after I told him not to-" Lawrence rubs the bridge of his nose. "-Well, they did invite the man personally, and because he is a geneticist, he is exactly what they need, want- and exactly who can go in and not be regarded as out of place."

Felix rolls his eyes. "No one in this place follows orders." This place being the Company, clearly. "They….well, that's true," he concedes, finally, in rather grumpy tones. "He is known in his field."

"I follow them." Point. "Mostly." Second point. Lawrence runs a tentative finger over a sheet tacked up, eyes turning to Felix; the paper is basically a Mohinder Suresh Character Sheet. Or resume. Whatever. "I did ask him if he wanted me to come in as well, but in the end it was decided that if he had surveillance of a few kinds, it would be more suitable. And there would be no knowing if someone with abilities would be at risk there- and frankly- I don't think we want anyone to have mine at their personal disposal, however the means."

The Fed's face goes still and grave at that, as he looks at Church. He forgets, sometimes, just how much he's capable of. "I understand," he says, rather drily.

Church catches that expression long enough to give Felix a similar one back. "So for now with Pinehearst, there are other investigations going on towards it, but right now I'm tasked with watching Suresh like a hawk. If danger rears its ugly head- we'll have to likely confront the uppers about moving in on Pinehearst. That's what's been going on as of late, and recently I did get the CSI reports back from the first incident, which we need to look at." Lawrence stops at his desk for a pair of papers, handing one to Felix. "If you didn't get this, it's a summary."

"So, we know they have Miss Sanders. Do they have Senator Petrelli? And if so, does the Senator's brother know about this?" Fel wonders, finally taking a seat, rather than pacing. "And what do we know of Piron's whereabouts?"

"We assume so." Church purses his lips at the mention of Peter. Who Angela, time and time again- has most likely reminded him to Stay Away From. "I don't know if he does. For now it is best if we leave Peter out of this mess. If he gets in the pool of his own accord, we might need to watch him too." As he speaks, he starts looking presumably for his folder on Piron.

Felix snorts. "Mr. Peter Petrelli," His tone isn't as scornful as it might be, though. "So, we have a shell game with a missing senator, and nobody is entirely certain who has him, or where he is, or what they want with him. Interesting."

Church plants a fist on his hip, raising an eyebrow at Felix. "Yeah, I know. But these Petrelli boys seem to get themselves in and out of so much crap…" Ahahaha. Felix gets handed a manila folder. "Here. Piron's file. We have him last at an apartment in Jersey- the usual little crappy place, probably."

Felix grunts, as he looks it over. "Yes, they do. And I imagine I can get the Bureau looking for this guy….."

"He only has a couple priors, and his parents were terrorist hippies or something." Church makes short of that description. "I suppose you could look him up and if anyone asks- maybe he has connections to one of your organized cells. Other than finding Piron and who he associates with, a longer shot is that medical sedative- I think it is definitely something only obtainable by say- hospitals and special clinics, so we may need to find out if anyone has missed some recently."

Felix nods. "Though if these guys are anything like our Company, they'll have some semi-legit front to get them stuff like that. Why steal when you can buy like a real citizen," he wonders, tone bitter, as he sprawls back, kicking an idle foot.

"In that case, then perhaps we need to find some suspicious doctors." Church notes Felix's bitter tone, but tries to not add onto it with his own right now, opting to stay on track despite the sad little frown that Felix gets. "Or, that only hints further that the kidnapping was an elaborate illusion.
Maybe we should also try to find a connection between Piron and Pinehearst, while he is in our path."

Felix arches a brow. "An illusion? What do you mean?" He reaches into his jacket to settle the gun more comfortably, the better to slouch against the couch cushions.

Church shakes his head once, deciding switching terms was a bad idea. "Not a real illusion. A trick, I mean. Like how I was saying earlier about them having set it up to look as if they were the better men. A fake kidnapping. Pinehearst is a science firm- they are bound to have sedatives around, in some capacity."

"To what point? To deceive the Company?" Fel leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Yes. To maybe throw us off in the long term? Thinking there were two problems. And think of who they took- a senator, and a top-notch, golden goose geneticist." Church cannot tell why they may have wanted Niki. He can hardly think about it. "Maybe it was an elaborate plan- not to hurt them, but to win them?"

Felix drawls, giving Church a crooked, sarcastic grin. "Kidnapping. That works so well as a hiring strategy, doesn't it?"

Church can't help but find himself smirking back and holding in a laugh. "If that's the way the cookie crumbles." He runs a hand over his jaw, letting his brain slow down for the next few moments. If Felix has a question on his mind, now might be the time to ask it.

Felix doesn't, apparently. that tired. He's just silent and rather limp for a bit, gazing absentedly at the window.

Church lets out a heavy sigh now, letting his hands cover his face for just a few seconds. "You look like crap, dude." Just so you know. "How much sleep have you been getting?" Off-topic now. Perhaps lucky that it goes that way. Too much work makes Jack a dull boy.

"Not enough. It's winter," Fel says, as if that were explanation enough. Perhaps it is.

"I suppose everyone looks like crap in winter, huh." Lawrence drawls off a comment and wanders to his desk to pile papers up into some others. "I'll let you sleep on this mess before I ask you what we should pursue- if you can't handle the load, Felix-" A glance is made over to the man in the chair, entirely serious. "-you're okay to tell someone exactly that. We do have juniors that can take the loads off of the rest of us." How else would he check his feeds on time? Minion power.

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