My Own Worst Enemy

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Indeed, Trevor did have some play in Elsa's future plans: she certainly didn't intend for anyone who could hold some potential for change to be left out. Too dangerous that way. She also didn't seem in the least surprised that Trevor read between the lines: that was why she laid things out in the manner she had, after all.

"It's certainly going to go beyond that," agreed Elsa, nodding, "as I intend to make sure that when something like SPECTRE happens again, we are much better prepared for it," Elsa smiled that tight smile again, letting a little of her confidence leak into the expression. Oh, she certainly intended to lay many plans. "I am hoping to include you in those discussions, since you have quite an array of skills, connections, and talents that would be most useful," there, Elsa could lay out the basic offer and hope that Trevor at least picked that up. She couldn't do much more without talking things over with Erika first...

[Trevor Paige]

Now they were getting somewhere. Sort of. It seemed like every answer from the Bellefonte sister only succeeded in raising even more questions. It reminded him of Erika when the two of them were figuring in the early phases of their relationship, back before there had even been a relationship, per se, to speak of. And of course, if Trevor hadn't been intruiged already (he was), he certainly would have been at the mention of SPECTRE. A brow quirked curiously at this. "Really?" He said calmly, his arms folding across his chest. This definitely caught his attention even if he did, at first, question his use in such a thing. His 'connections' were strictly small time. Misdemeanor type criminals and the occasional morally ambiguous individual in a position of some authority (Trevor's mind drifted back to the meat head cop who, in spite of being paid off, still scared the hell out of him). Anyone of note that could help in repelling anything SPECTRE could pull off would be known through his parents. Then again, those individuals and entities would be quite valuable.

Still, though, Trevor's respect for Elsa ran deep. He was well aware she would have sent him to the grave if it meant saving Erika and his rescue from the SPECTRE headquarters had merely been a by-product of that sisterly bond, Elsa was, nevertheless, the driving force behind his liberation. That was a debt he see paid if given the chance. "Something tells me I'm not going to get any more details out of you, Elsa." Trevor said, he'd love to hear more but the evasive nature in which Elsa had used during their conversation led him to believe there was a reason she was keeping her cards played close to the vest. "But, for what it's worth, I am at your disposal." He gave her a short nod that could almost be construed as a sort of bow. "Call on me whenever you need."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Yes, Elsa's answers did raise questions: she purposefully phrased them that way, something that Trevor certainly should've realized by now. "Really," drawled Elsa. She'd been tempted to shoot back with some kind of sarcastic quip, but figured that remaining as serious as possible for this was in her best interest... for now.

Any connections would be useful... though it intrigued Elsa that she swore she saw a brief flash of Officer Johnson, a policeman that had harassed her sister and was known for sending in complaints. Elsa smiled slightly at that, wondering how the two had ended up forming any kind of connection.

"Not for now," said Elsa, nodding. "There's a few things that need finalized. Once our house is in order, I'll be sure to contact you with more details," she actually meant it too, and all the mirth and tease had gone from her tone as she spoke. She noted the quasi-brow and returned it with a slight nod.

"I'll see you around then,' she said, before turning her attentions fully back to the kitchen. He had, after all, walked in on her, not the other way around.