I’m Not saying I’m Telling; Monica

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

His mind worked apace of the problem. His beautiful thoughtful detective had decided to draw a line and protection around two detectives. Strangely enough he’d a similar thought in regards of not decimating RPIT unless he had to. He told himself that it was adversarial respect. But he knew better it was a small bit of emotionality. It was after all Monica’s former unit.

“Well,” He said matching her toast. “To what will come...” he knew she would drive herself crazy if she had absolutely nothing to do. And while she was more than up to the task of something national anything in her field of expertise would put her in decidedly harried situations. Traveling loaded for bear without the umbrella of a national law enforcement agency would have enemies es crawling out of the woodwork she was after all Regina of New York. The Abstrahimus made things easier yes but and still old habits died hard.

“While we ready the battle lines what sort of post retirement career would you honestly prefer?”

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Sipping after the toast then eating more as he asked about what she might want to do a reminder popped up for the wedding they had been invited to and she smirked seems they had been trendsetters for the family. Monica shrugged" Not sure yet maybe after this time away Ill figure it out.. would be nice to see what melissa is up to and get some input from her seeing as how shes lived through this after a fashion"

The woman was a private detective if memory served but level-wise Monica had way more current clout and privilege so to drop to that for her would sting. Not that she was better than Mel in her head but the truth was true if you got used to eating fillet going back to burgers sucked and felt more noticeable than if it the good stuff had been a treat and rare. Her career had hit fillet on weekdays a while ago. On the lighter side of it all she had yet to meet the designer of several of their children more hight end couture clothing pieces. The theme had her tickled and she still needed to find a gift tho samuel would know better what his brother might want or need.

Looking up from the phone and her thoughts " Dont forget we need to pick or have a gift commissioned in time, I have no clue what to get them"

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

“Of course and it needs something as embarrassingly ostentatious and wholly impractical to return the very nearly overwhelming graciousness as he provided us.” He truly meant the embarrassing part as while the armored Maserati’s were great gifts. They did for those who noticed branding stand out. If not for the modifications that turned the vehicles into rolling tanks he would have not only balked but refused the gifts. As much as he hated to admit it Mouse had managed to make the ostentatious brand as practical for Samuels lifestyle as possible. Black on black making them at a glance simply another dark SUV and armored as they were safer than nearly any other vehicle especially to transport Monica, Van, and Emme.

His thoughts were more in line with the premier pseudo law enforcement special investigation and security group the Master of the city ran. It was a surprisingly well run organization and had managed to become embedded with several agencies across the country. The trick was even as far reaching as the Exauda there was a decided separation between them and the assets they’d fostered over the years. They however, he and she in their holdings had several shelf companies that held property across the city as well as nation that was untied to the Exauda though subject to their security. Meaning safe unconnected properties where they, she could open a shop of any variety and aim. Location was the preeminent factor for any business and security.

He chuckled some at a notion that while a longshot was very much an interesting one to him. He was sure Monica would also find the humor of it. “There is a lion in the south who runs a bounty hunting agency under the guise of a photography studio. Hes actually a very good bounty hunter and an even better photographer. The candids he snaps are truly works of art properly aligned with photographic techniques and lighting. If not for his sterling reputation it’d be very hard to not assume, he stages his reconnaissance.”

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Laughing softly at his commentary " statuary for their front hall in bronze of their beasts?"

Carina would love it she was sure but Heiro, on the other hand, would possibly throw a fit which while she took no real pleasure in she liked Samuels enjoyment of it so would take the opportunity to help him do so. They had a week and she knew an artist who could metal sculpt and with a bit extra cash offered would work insane hours to get it done. Grinning as she made the text to get him working.

As they worked through dinner she thought and wondered secretly training female security agents under the guise of a dance studio but then she would have to take some younger kids in maybe hire an actual dance teacher for them and keep her some what in the dark.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

He chuckled at the very idea of it. Mouse was particularly spartan in his stylings. He would silently lose his wits end every moment he entered and exited. It was a perfect bit of revenge and thanks all at once. Samuel could barely contain the childish glee for the constant torment. AS he knew a not so secret that most did not notice of Mouse. He could not, refuse a gift even if he despised it and the person delivering it. He had a strange oathbound honor in regard to receipt of gifts. " It would be a very delicious bit of friendly reprisal. Especially if this artist could potentially work in an abstract styling."

He was very tickled envisioning the look on Mouses face so very pleased and appreciative. Yet a portion of himself he himself would not notice seething and eating away at him every time he entered or exited. So pleased was he that when his phone lit up vibrating to life simultaneously, he was unbothered. The Staten island Pride had run afoul of a few overzealous officers as of late. He’d been working with the Lukoi to ease things and maybe calm interactions sadly aggressions had risen, and it wouldn’t be long before the Ulfric simply lost his cool and just assassinated the officers or some other rash action. It wasn’t really his direct problem as he’d already arranged back up identities for the Pride members on their radar all that was left was for Monica to smooth contact with the Cincinnati. They were a Regina led modern Amazon Pride who had already made overtures to Monica once she came into official power in New York. It had been a long time since New York had a Queen of note and especially one that was a secret that few could put a face and name to.

Aside from Mouses actual phone number Monica was the best kept secret in the lycanthrope community. They worked diligently to keep it that way. Those who met her were vetted as well as reconnoitered so thoroughly that not even the vetting process for US Presidents could compete with the level of intel they gathered. “I’ll have Abel rent us a home through one of our auxillary companies to hide the fact we are going to make Mouses day. We’re bringing Mother with us and the twins.”