[Mystique disguised as Times reporter Jennifer Lee meets Grant by the
chessboards in Central park]

Grant chuckles. "Sure." he says, turning from the game. "I like it. It's
not like real life where everything's hidden from view, or people aren't
what they seem. A pawn is a pawn is a pawn." He starts to stroll idly with
Jennifer down the walk. "I didn'tsee you at Sena's arraignment. Are you
covering the whole story or did they pull you off since we caught her?'

Jennifer Lee rolls her eyes some "Was pulled off the story because they
thought I had become too involved." she looks to you lightly "Seems they
like my ability to catch a lot of the other muntant problems this city has
and report it for them." she eyes you "I though should have been there
just to see and hear the happenings first hand." 

Grant chuckles. "Too involved." he says. "Now that's just what I was
thinking. Yes, it was quite a scene. -Wilkes-." he says, as if that
explains it all. "But I guess there's no rest for the wicked. There's
still a lot of loose ends on this case. Like how she escaped SHIELD in
Antarctica. Where her buddy Tarzan is. What happened to her between
Central Park and the Halloween party. Why you lied to me about who you
were. Who paid Miller to defend her and what their connection is to the
judge. No rest." He sighs.

Jennifer Lee eyes you for a bit and kinda half laughs some "Well most of
those things I can not even answer for you as I do not know the answers." 
she then stops and looks strait at you her eyes seeing to survey the area
for just a bit "And Mr. Sutton when did I lie to you on who I am?" she
seems to think it funny. 

Grant blinks. "Huh? Did I say that, or just think it?" he joshes. "Oh,
when we met dockside and you claimed not to have been at the Hellfire
Club's Halloween Party. You were there, impersonating a murder victim for
Braddock, though you didn't seem too happy about it."

Jennifer Lee blinks several times and eyes you now suspicously "Mr. Sutton
I did not such thing that I recall doing." she again looks about "why
would I do such at thing and to be openly honest I do not even have a care
nor like this Mrs. Braddock." she laughs "You want my honest opinion, she
is a stuck up conceeded bitch." 

Grant nods. "Hm. Well, it was you, all right. I'd recognize you anywhere. 
You were puting up a pretty good struggle, but what can I say? She's a
prime-time t-path, and I'll go further than saying she's a bitch, she's a
murderer. Attempted murderer." he corrects himself. "I can see I was wrong
at the time - I thought you were part of her little group, but I see you
aren't. But you aren't just a reporter either. Reporters don't wear faces
like hats, ya know." 

Jennifer Lee shakes her head and eyes you lightly "Useing Faces like
hats?" she laughs a good bit at that one "Now there is an expression I
have never heard before." she does put the note pad away into her purse "I
do need to know one thing, what is this Sena thing wanted for exactly?" 
she smiles "I am sure she is going to be in jail right?" 

Grant nods. "She's probably going to use an insanity defense. Even our own
department shrinks think she's nuts. And given the level of her abilities,
SHIELD is probably the only one which can hang onto her. The whole thing
is going to go really smoothly. But that doesn't mean I get to hang up my
coat and take a much-needed vacation. I still have to step on all these
loose ends." He says this somewhat absently, as if he's thinking of
something else. "Braddock must have hosed you out after the party." he
says, snapping his fingers. He looks at Jennifer directly for the first
time. "Yeah, that sounds right. She went upstairs and gakked her dancing
partner, then forced you to look like her, then you looked so PO-ed that
she had to send your brain through the rinse cycle. But that still doesn't
explain why you were down on the docks..." 


Grant exhales smoke gently into the cold air.

Jennifer Lee eyes you in supprise and just plainly asks "And who was the
muder victam I was firced to look like?" she coughs some at the smoke and
then at least answers a question of yours or a woundering of yours "As to
my being at the docks that was simple I was doing my job." she smiles

Grant nods. "Real job? Or just a cover?" He shrugs. "First name Selene,
last name unknown. As it turned out, it wasn't a successful murder, but
Braddock didn't know that at the time, as far as I know." 

Grant leaves the dog-end of the cigarette in his mouth to moulder slowly
in the cold. "I dunno." he says. "You never know which end is up when
you're dealing with t-paths." 

Jennifer Lee just looks at you blankly "Well the name is not ringing a
bell." she starts to walk again and looks to you as if for you to follow
"As to the Job it is real enough, just feel free to call the Times if you
wish." she smiles a good bit and looks to you and says soemthing rather
casual "I hear that there is a muntant in town how could be on the worlds
most wanted list in town." she loosk directly at you "I think a Mystque o
something like that." she stops again and nods to your comment "Well what
do you know of this muntant?" 

Grant scratches his head. "Heard the name. Federal case. Mob hitter, I
think. Did Eddie the Wop for the Gambino family back in...what was it, 80?
79? Before my time." He looks Jennifer over critically. "What's she got to
do with the price of beans?" he drifts along with her.

Jennifer Lee looks at you "Well I figured if she was back in town it was
for a really good reason." she crosses her arms "Would not the cops want
to find her before she does make another hit?" 

Grant nods. "Sure," he says. "I got all kinds of friends at the Bureau who
would love to know where she was." 

You say "What're you saying, you know where she is?"

Jennifer Lee smiles "So would I to be honest as getting her story as you
cops catch her would get me out of this job permently I am sure." she
smiles "It would be the big payoff for me." 

Grant chuckles. "Sure," he says. "What're you angling for, freelance?"

Jennifer Lee nods slightly "Well yes so I am not able to be pulled off the
good stories anymore." she smiles to you "I also would not finding a good
bit about mrs. Braddock andseeing if a few well done stories could cost
her soemthing more than a minor loss of face."

Grant nods. "I'll keep you informed." he says. "What do you have on this
Mystique character?" 

Jennifer Lee shurgs "Just a bit right now. I hear she has been in town for
about 1 month, though I havbe heard of her showing up more than that and a
possible first encounter with Sena too right here in Central Park." she
looks about again "Latest I can conclude is she will make soem sort of
strike for weapons or a purchase of them here locally to do what ever job
she plans." 

Grant nods. "Okay, I'll look into it. The first Central Park encounter,
huh?" he says softly, looking around. "You know, there's still one John
Doe we never IDed." He puts out his cigarette and tosses it into a nearby
can. "I guess I just scraped too many bodies off this grass." He shakes
his head. "Okay, I guess that's it. Keep in touch, Lee." 

Jennifer Lee sighs just a bit and then extends a hand "well I thank you
for your time Mr. sutton." she smiles a waits hand extended

Grant shakes it genially. "Thanks for coming." He turns around and heads
back for the chessboards, disappearing into the joggers and dog-walkers,
between the hot dog stand and the green trees of the Park.