Description: Brett has been saved from being stripped and dipped by Damnd by Cammy, who has a few investigation related questions for him.
It was a hazy few hours after that run in with that gang....at least....it feels like a few hours. Or maybe it was a day. Maybe less than an hour? Brett's sense of time was just a wee bit off right now. Getting beat to hell and back like he did kind of does that. Groggily, his eyes start to flutter open, then shut again as the throbbing in his head starts. In a few seconds, he kind of wishes he was still passed out, the pain and soreness all over hitting him like a brick. "UHGhhnnnn...ahhhh....."
After a while of soaking in that pain, Brett cracks his eyes open again, looking around blearily and trying to figure out where he was. He was laying on something soft, so he doubt it was the street. It looked too bright to be outside. And it didn't smell like bleach all over, so he doubted it was a hospital. Just...where the hell is he, and how did he get here?....that ceiling looks familiar, that's for certain.
Cammy has dumped Brett on his sofa, and having borrowed one of his chairs, is settled upon it - the chair reversed, her legs wrapped loosely around it's back, and her arms resting atop of it. A cup of coffee is clutched in one hand - she helped herself to that, too - and she's taking the occasional sip.
"Waking up finally? You want some coffee?" she asks him. "Seems to be about all you have to drink in here..." she says a little disapprovingly. "Aside from water I guess.". A slight pause, and then she adds, "You managed to get out of there with all your clothes at least...".
Groaning, Brett finally starts to sit up, rubbnig his head. He's seriously going to need some advil and a long, long soak once he can manage. "Nnn...my head. "Where..." He then hears a voice, snapping around....and immediately regretting it as he nearly falls off the couch as he feels the room spin around him more. "Coffee, wha...." And then he finally sees who's talking to him.
"....Cute...." he says, slightly awestruck before he gets hit with that pulse of pain again. Sure, he can go from zero to Rage in about a half a second, but he can also apparently go zero to schmuck in even faster. "Wait....who are you and...oh god, right, that bastard...that gangster dude." Yep, finally coming back to him.
Cammy arches a brow. "Yes, coffee. Good for hangovers. I'm not so sure if it works on concussions, maybe. Probably not as good as tea but you don't have any of that.". Clearly, he is uncivilised. In any case, she gets up off the chair, and switches on his kettle. As it's full of warm water already from making hers, it doesn't take too long to start boiling.
She half turns to look over at him, and flicks one errant braid back behind one shoulder. "I'm Cammy White. You seemed to be picking a fight with those gangbangers; not sure why you were doing that exactly when the odds were rather poor, but it was perhaps fortunate that I was in the area. They were going to steal all your clothes and toss you in the river, doesn't sound very healthy to me.".
She pours the coffee into a cup, adds some milk, and then hovers a bit. "You like sugar in your coffee?" she wonders.
Yeah, hangovers. Something Brett experienced once in his life and swore off alcohol for immediately after. Concussions...something he's been threatened with since he started hockey. At least the caffiene would help the Advil course through quicker though. "Th-thank you," he says politely to Cammy as he finally manages to turn himself over on the couch and stand up without rolling off in a heap first. A wince continues to cross his face with every step though.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. White," he says, again showing an odd amount of manners now that he's not too groggy to figure out where he is. "I'm...Brett Neuer. Thank you for bringing me back after that, even though I don't know you....or how you knew where I was staying." He leans against the hotel dressers, shaking some of those cobwebs away. "No, no sugar...some creamer if there's still some left though," he responds. He rubs his face as he thinks back to the gangsters he ended up thick in. "....those gangsters....they said they were working for Duke," he says with a scowl creeping up.
"I think you should sit down, you don't look very happy about being on your feet." Cammy tells him. Her voice is rather serious and severe, but there is evidently some hint of compassion there, beneath a somewhat frosty exterior. She turns and roots around in his kitchen, finding what remains of his creamer, and adding that to his coffee, before holding the cup out for him.
"Who is Duke? And why were you attacking them in the first place? I've met that big Rasta guy before, he seemed like an amiable enough guy to me. They didn't actually try to stop me from getting you out of there either.". A slight pause, and then she asks, "You don't know anything about Glow here, do you?". She needs answers, and her patience is only so much.
Well, even if Brett finds her cute, he does find that direct demeanor to be rather...off putting and oppressive. He's feeling ilke he's being ordered in basic training or something. "Um...sure..." he says, taking a seat and slumping back in it until the coffee is placed in front of him. "Thank you again..."
He sighs again, as she's gotten directly to the point again. "No, I don't know anything about GLOW. But....Duke. He's apparently some big crime lord guy here. I ended up helping fight off some thugs trying to burn some poor guy's taco stand down, and then next thing I know, he's in my hotel room, trying to intimidate me to leave town." He sighs, placing his head in his hands. "I refused because he was trying to be a thug, and I was brought up not to back down from bad people....he had a grenade thrown in my parents house back home..."
Cammy sees his face falling a bit, and she sighs. "Sorry. I can be rather direct at times, when on the mission.". After he's got his coffee, she returns to her chair, sitting in it the same way she was when he first woke up. "I'm just here on business, so I have a lot on my mind. And it so happens that my business is Glow.". A slight pause, and then she adds hastily, "Not selling it, before you assume that! Getting rid of it, actually.".
She leans forward, chair tipping over almost, and stretches out one hand to pat him reassuringly on his forearm. "That sounds terrible. I hope everybody was alright..." she says, blue eyes narrowing in a frown as she thinks. These guys sound vicious. That rasta is mixed up in this?
Brett glances up, pulling his face out of his hands as Cammy gives her condolences. "My pa's still in serious condition...ma's out, but pa took the worst since he shielded ma when things blew up. They say he's gonna make a recovery eventually, but...." He sighs, his hands pulling at his scalp as he brushes his palms hard across the top of his head. "It was a warning. He tried to kill my parents because I tried to defend some guy in 'his city'." He raises his hand up as if he were going to bang it down hard on the table, before he eases it back down. "Sorry, just..."
He sighs again, and goes quite while Cammy explains her place in all of this. His hands come down to the mug, cupping around it carefully as if cradling it as he stares down at the table, considering something. "Glow...I don't know what it is...but those Gangsters, they said they were involved in it...and Duke was helping them push it. Glow is some kind of drug, isn't it?" he asks softly, not quite sure what to make of these threads coming together. "Those guys...they're working under Duke. That's why I was there. I wanted to find out something about him so I can play him back....someway. And when they found me out, I couldn't back down. They were trying to bully me out and...I couldn't back down to bad people and...then he mentioned my parents." His hands come away from the mug, expanding like something was exploding. "And I just lost it!....and then....he beat me cold."
Cammy gives him another pat. "Well, I'm glad that nobody was killed, as that was clearly done with murderous intent." she tells him soothingly. She's never really had to console anybody before, but she is moved by his story, so she has to /try/ at least.
"The rasta did that?" she asks, a little bemused - until she assumes her usual more serious look, and her eyes narrow again. Well, she'll have to reassess her opinions of him then, maybe Captain Guile was right all along. "Glow is a drug, yes; a pretty horrible drug at that. It seems to have infested the Mexican lucha circuit, I believe it probably ties in to the cartels that operate there.
She figures she may as well come clean, he certainly doesn't seem to be lying to her, and she could use some contacts in this city. "I'm actually working for MI6, the Delta Red counterterrorist taskforce to be precise. Maybe you've heard of us? A little odd for us to be operating here I suppose, but due to the seriousness of Glow abuse and the fact that it seems to be an international problem, we've decided to take a hand in things even though this isn't exactly our city. So your information is very useful to us.".
"This Duke character sounds heavily involved. I would suggest you stay out of it and leave it to the professionals, but that would be rather insulting of me to do that would it not, especially given your evident bravery." she says with another of her small smiles.
Brett manages a smile as Cammy's sympathy starts to show through despite her obvious struggle with it. "Thank you," he says, though the smile ends up disappearing quickly too. "Yeah....I'm not sure he meant it directly, like he knew what happened to my parents. But I know for sure he's with Duke. He said so himself as they were celebrating how much they managed to sell. He's their boss, I'm sure of it."
He then blinks. "Lucha....lucha....that guy who helped me fight off those thugs attacking the taco cart was a lucha guy," he says, his voice becoming a bit more animated as things start coming weirdly together. "You mean those Mexican wrestling guys with the masks, right?" he says, bringing his hands over his face as if trying to mimic a wrestilng mask. "....something sounds wrong with that," he says, scowling a bit more. It does sound fishy that a lucha guy was helping keep the streets clean, and then suddenly, Luchas get caught with the same drug Duke is supposedly pushing on the very city streets. It doesn't hadd up.
The young hockey kid listens in as Cammy lets him in on her little secret...and despite how dubious it sounds too, he seems to believe it easily enough. "...MI6 I heard of....Delta Red, not really, but...." He feels a faint twinge of embarrassment at her praise...and it's not all because it's a cute girl doing so, at least from the rather dour expression crossing his face as he finally takes a sip of his coffee. "...Bravery...maybe. Not like it's done me good. Couldn't protect my parents, couldn't fight my way out of trouble trying to get the guy who hurt them back..."
"The Mexican masked wrestlers, thats right." she nods. "I plan on meeting some of them, finding out what's going on. Either me or my team leader, Lita.". She shrugs at the talk of the taco stand. "Maybe one of them isn't going along with the others. But that's more interesting information, thank you.".
She shakes her head at him. "Well, there's only one of you and there's a lot of them. It's easy to bully someone when the odds are on your side." she points out lightly. "You just need some friends of your own; a man is not an island, as the saying goes. Possibly even like Lita or me, perhaps. Thats why I have a team after all, I wouldn't want to work alone on these things either. I would be glad if we could help you out while working on our mission, as it seems we have a lot of commonality of interest, and you've certainly been very helpful to me so far." she says with a smile. She may sound a bit posh but at least she doesn't appear to be the smug sort of posh.
Brett sighs, staring into his coffee again, and swirling it about a little so the creamer remains properly mixed within. "Still....might be worth talking to the guy. I don't think I ever got his name, but I remember his mask," he says, before listing off a pretty good description of one El Fuerte's mask.
"Friends...maybe. I found a couple friends before on the fighting circuit, but...I lost touch with them, and I haven't found many more lately," he insists. He rubs his forehead a little, trying to think things through a bit more. "Thank you. I'm not sure what you can do to help me...or what I could do to hep you, but thank you." He seems genuine about the thanks as well, and at least seemed to move past being smitten by Cammy's looks, or intimidated by her initial rigid demeanor.
Cammy didn't even realise he was smitten, she is rather ignorant about that sort of thing. "Well, if I find him, I will talk to him. But if you find him, maybe you can do it on my behalf, and tell me about it later.". She fishes out a business card - where that was hidden given what she's wearing, is anybody's guess - and holds it out for him to take. "Maybe you'll meet him before I do, if so, well, you can do me another favour perhaps. Though I already owe you a few...".
"If you find Lita - she looks a little bit like me, I suppose, though she doesn't always wear her uniform and she's usually carrying a bloody great sword - well, you know that she's with me. And likewise, if you find any information on the whereabouts of Duke, I very much would like to know. He sounds like someone I need to talk to.".
Brett takes the card, glancing over it a little and turning it over just to make sure there's nothing fishing on it, front or back, before he slips it in his pocket. "I'm not sure if I'll find him...I really don't know who he is at all, aside from the fact that he was one of those Mexican Wrestlers. I can give you the street I found him on though, the one where that taco truck was attacked."
He gives a small look into his coffee, trying to remember everything else...especially the part about the great sword. "...Sword?" That's definitely going to be something that stands out. At least he didn't say anything about the uniform. "I'll...I'll make sure to, if I ever find out anything."
Cammy nods, and smiles, reaching up to flick an errant braid over her shoulder yet again. Evidently not the most practical of hairstyles. "And if you like, if /we/ find something, we can contact you? You do seem rather invested in all this, given how you charged that rasta guy three times your size - while holding court with a half dozen minions. Would you like to be a sort of, um, associate?" she asks.
She leans back a bit in her chair, and stretches. "I've worked with civilians before, several times, I often find it quite productive, and maybe you'd enjoy that, too, if you are looking for some payback. In a civilised and law abiding way, of course.".
Brett isn't exactly a small kid himself, but he does seem rather small now, slouched as he is and not exactly exuding confidence either. "....maybe. It feels....I feel over my head in this all. I never imagined getting caught up with a crime lord, just because I wanted to help stop someone getting burnt down, you know....but I want to help. I want to help punch this Duke guy in the nose."
Cammy shrugs, and looks him over. "Well, you've got guts in abundance, and that counts for a lot. Drive, determination.". And he may not be that small, but Damnd, who she saw him tussling with, rather had the edge there. "Maybe you should seek some training if you have some talent? I would offer, but unfortunately I'd be the most terrible teacher, and I just don't have the time I fear."
She offers a grin to him though, and adds, "I'll try and help you punch this Duke guy in the nose, anyway. He definitely deserves it. If I can. I'll assume that that is agreement then, if I find any leads on my own I'll get in touch. And if you find any, you got my number there."
Brett finds himself a little more embarrassed, and this time not in the self-depreciating way. "I'm...well...trying to train. I mean...the only reason he knew me was because I was part of the Neo Develoment Project circuit, you know. So...I'm trying." He looks back up to Cammy, smiling. "Thanks again." He leaves it at that, not wanting to say something stupid. "Um....walk you out, I guess?"
"Oh, really! I'm terribly sorry. I don't really watch TV much, not even the fighting reports. I didn't recognise you. Admittedly I was more concerned with getting you home really, rather than worrying unduly about who you were exactly.". Cammy nods, though, and gets up off the chair, her movements languid.
"It's alright, I can show myself out." she says, reaching up to adjust her beret, thinking that she must have made a bit of a faux pas there given his response. "Good luck, anyway, I wish you all the best.". And with that, she slinks out of his apartment, leaving the half full coffee cup on the counter as she goes.
Brett shakes his head. "It's alright. I'm not exactly doing well in it anyway, after all." He sighs, taking another drink of his coffee before sliding it aside for now. He rises as well...only for her to refuse the offer. "Oh...well...that's alright then. I....hope to see you around, I guess. Under better circumstances." Well...at least he has some kind of allies, loose as they are, in this fight.
Log created on 13:03:22 05/05/2012 by Cammy, and last modified on 05:30:33 05/06/2012.