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“ -- So here’s the thing.” Rose plopped into the seat across from him, a table at one of the local outdoor cafes, without any hesitation. Cigarette between the middle and pointer fingers of her right hand, she took a quick drag before continuing to speak. “-- I’ve been tracking some runners, and I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of where their safehouse might be. I’ve been doing my research since getting into Matchak, and well, I’ve had some help.” She tapped her forehead with a wide, lazy grin as she leaned back in the chair. Her foresight was hepful at times, and this had certainly been one of those times. Not oly had she had flashes of the runners she’d been tracing for a few weeks, but had had a flash of Red Hood giving her a hand with things. She hadn’t known Jason was in Sokovia, though probably should have guessed, what with the rest of everyone else she’d been running into lately. A few puffs from her inhaler to help her along and sure enough her vision went white in the way it always did before she saw the future, and she saw Jason Todd right where he sat right now.
“But the thing is, I can’t exactly do it as Ravager -- it’s complicated, I’m on a few lists, blah blah blah. You know how it goes.” She waved the hand with the cigarette in it before bringing it to her lips again. Except he couldn’t really know how it goes, considering she was with the ISA now. Rose Wilson had sold to the highest bidder. Any and all mercenary work was absolutely outlined as a big no-no in her contract, but...Â
“So, whatcha say? Up for a good, ol’ fashioned drug ring bust?” That smile was still in place, and Rose sat up now in her chair, leaning forward to prop her elbows on the table. “Also, hey. Long time no see. Glad to see you made it out of Malta, that got kinda sketchy at the end there.”
