U is for Underhanded Deeds

[Trevor Paige]

It was rare that Trevor Paige didn't have something to say. He'd personally spoken with addicts and executives, politicians and prisoners, soldiers and cowards. Never could he recall not having at least a response at the ready. All he could do as Frank outlined the fiendish plot to manipulate the students into killing each other was blink. His mouth opened when she finished with the intent to reply although no words came and it promptly snapped shut.

"No..." He was finally able to speak after a moment's deliberation. "Why would I do that?" He asked, although he wasn't sure Frank knew the answer. "No." He said again, head shaking. "Nobody's going to kill anyone, that doesn't make sense. I'll have a driver meet you and whoever's going to take everyone to their final destination at a rendezvous point to be determined." He was finally able to slip back into business mode. "All you have to do it get me the names of the students who need assistance getting off campus."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank, on the other hand, was used to rendering other people speechless. She usually took advantage of their silence to just keep on talking, thus demonstrating what some had said was her actual mutant power: the ability to hold a one-sided conversation without apparently breathing or stopping to actually listen to another person. She was likely still talking about the plan, most likely with sound effects. She also proved capable of falling completely silent the moment Trevor started speaking, instead looking at him with wide eyes, hanging on his words and nodding.

No killing. Driver meet and take to a rendezvous point. Just get names. "Right, well, it's gonna be me, Frank Cox, and Solkat---Solkat, uh... man, I'll have to doublecheck her last name. She's the adorable squirrel girl though; I'm sure you've at least heard of her. Hmm, we should at least try for someone else. OH, do you know anybody!? You're going through all the work, so we should totally sneak some of your friends too!

"Oh!" Frank clapped her hands, practically bouncing with excitement. "are you coming too? You totally should. You look like you need to relax and stuff. It can't all be able business, business, business. You gotta make it rain! Buy hookers and blow or dames and booze, whichever way you lean," Frank shrugged and dove back, grabbing a fistful of cookies and cramming at least two into her mouth. What? It was getting close to her snacktime.

[Trevor Paige]

"Suin." He replied, using his tablet to jot down a few notes here and there as Frank spoke. Of course he'd recognize such a unique name and the corresponding student photo. He'd never had the pleasure of meeting the skunk girl himself, but she was one of the few students very difficult to miss when browsing the school's database. His eyes shifted upward when Frank mentioned his own friends coming along. That remained to be seen. He wasn't sure if bringing up such an excursion to Chloe so soon after their last one was cancelled would sit right with either of them. "We'll see." Came the mumbled response.

Trevor's eyes turned back to the tablet but just for a few moments. When the topic of conversation jumped to his own involvement in the caper he looked to Frank curiously. "Me?" His head shook. "I don't know about that." He was just the middle man, the drug pusher, the bookie. He never went along for the ride, never rode the white pony, and never bet on black. "You guys should just get out, have your fun, and get back before shit really hits the fan."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, yeah, we wanna do this soon. I'm already getting all excited about it!" which was something of an understatement. Frank was practically shooting off into the air just thinking about it, let alone actually engaging in any activities for the moment. She kept trying to lean over and look at Trevor's book, but that would mean bothering him, not to mention that she didn't seem quite capable of leaning over that far without losing her balance.

Trevor did seem to want to avoid the whole escapade, which just made Frank blow out another raspberry and wave a hand dismissively. "C'mon, you need to relax too! If you're too uptight, you'll get worked up and make mistakes. Of course, you probably couldn't let down your guard all that much, 'cuz then someone will, like, make you a mistake," she drew her thumb across her neck, just in case that wasn't already obvious, then giggled a little. She dove for one last cookie, as even she had limits, and was soon scarfing.

"So how soon you think you could manage this thing?" she asked, looking back to Trevor. "You know, so I can make the plans and get things situated and all that junk," she shoved the cookie into her mouth, chewing in an almost subdued manner, though that might just be "subdued when compared to how she'd been wolfing them down a few moments ago."

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor tapped the notes onto his tablet using one hand. His fingers deftly moved across the digital keyboard on the device's screen. He was well versed at typing one handed for different reasons than boys his age usually had. "If you want it done within the next forty eight hours I'll probably have to go along, at least somewhat, anyway." He frowned some as he manipulated the tablet to bring up and scroll through a few pdf files he had readily available. He didn't like the chances of the kids being able to get far enough away to be safe without his certain... charm in such situations. He just might have to charge extra if he had to escort them himself.

"Two days." Came the answer as the information on the pdf's synced up nicely for that time frame. "Like I said, just make sure you've got a driver on the outside and I'll get everyone there." His eyes finally lifted from the tablet's screen to the relatively docile Frank munching a cookie. Good Lord this girl was exhausting even when she wasn't going crazy. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Miss Cox." He said, lowering the tablet and holding it in both hands clasped in front of him. If not for his decidedly youthful face he'd cut the perfect picture of professionalism. "Due to time constraints and my having to personally get involved this whole thing won't be cheap." He waited just a moment for her initial reaction but was ready to cut her off before she could start another tangent. "I'll text you the bottom line cost and all the necessary times and details by tomorrow morning." And with that Trevor prepared to take his leave, not bothering to even get Frank's phone number.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Forty-eight hours, wow, you work fast!" chirped Frank, her eyes going wide. "I totally contacted the right person for the job," she was already nodding, likely thinking about congratulating herself further on the job very well done. "Why are you so gung-ho about---aaah," she pointed a finger at Trevor, smiling, 'you totally wanna get in on this. Awesome, I promise you'll have an awesome time," she gave Trevor the thumbs up and a beaming smile, obviously pleased at not only having put this together but convinced the stuffed shirt and done so with great speed.

She chewed merrily on another cookie, still congratulating herself on a job well done while Trevor entered more stuff into his tablet. Make sure she got a driver, "No problemo," she promised, nodding. Surely someone would be willing to do it; "I've already got a few people in mind," promised Frank, tapping the side of her head. She just waved away his concerns about the money; she had more than enough of her own.

"Hey, do you have my phone number? I guess it's not that hard to find," Frank shrugged, "since it's, like, everywhere and junk," she did some more nodding, chewing on the cookies yet again. Perhaps she should have had Trevor's number just in case, but if he didn't want to give it, she wasn't going to force it out of him. he'd made it clear that he'd manage to get ahold of her, and clearly that was enough for Frank... at least for now.

[Trevor Paige]

"If you want it done soon I have to- you're not even... yeah..."  Trevor's head shook as Frank's conversation passed him by.  It didn't matter.  He'd managed to pry the necessary information out of her and got a cookie in the process.  He considered it a win-win.  Plus, with the way she had waved off the talk of money he could probably fudge a few charges here and there and make a little extra.  He gave Frank a satisfied nod.

"I've got your number."  He assured her.  "You'll know when it's me."  Trevor stepped forward and extended a business-like hand.  "I'll get started on this right away and be in touch the moment everything's in place."  He offered a polite nod.  "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."  And with that, Trevor turned on his heel and started for the kitchen's exit.  He needed a drink and a Valium to come down off the maddening rush talking with Frank gave him

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Awesome, figured that you'd have it, and yeah, I'll totally know, 'cuz you'll be on the other end," said Frank, smiling. When Trevor extended a hand, Frank made what appeared to be a slapping gesture, though without the usual amount of vigor that went into a handslap. The reason for this would prove obvious quickly enough: she'd "slipped" Trevor one of the cookies, winking as she pulled her hand back so he could see it. "Little extra something for your troubles," she said, giving him a "sly" wink before  giggling again. She was nodding as he said he had stuff to do, and then she began looking around.

She had cookies to stuff into her pockets, and probably some other stuff to get in there too. "Oh, I should totally call Erika too, she'd so be all over this. "Maybe I should call a few people, no-no, this has to be super secret..." and she gathered up a few cookies, moving them to the industrial dishwasher. She probably would've baked some more, but she was still wearing the trench coat, which was definitely more for sneaking around in than baking.

Plus, she really should do some more sneaking first...