Post by Wil Chade on Apr 5, 2007 16:44:24 GMT -5
Character Sheet
Character Type: Original
Cerebro File Wraith
Name: William G. Chade
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Place Of Birth: Murfreesboro, Tennessee
Alignment: White Hatter
Group Affiliation: LAPD SWAT
Relationship Status: Single Father
Residence At: A small two bedroom apartment in LA.
Occupation: LAPD SWAT
Character Description:
Hair: Black, cut short
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 214 pounds
*Other Visible Features: Countless scars adorn his body.
Description: A life of constantly striving to be the strongest, the fastest, the most agile has left visible signs on Wil. Every inch of his body, from his exquisitely developed muscles to his graceful and economical body movements, attest to this fact. Through countless hours of training, his body hides the reality of his thirty-seven years and extreme physical abuse. With a smile that can warm the coldest woman's heart and an infectious laugh, Wil has never been without newly made friends, wherever he might find himself.
While having left the Army almost a decade prior, Wil still keeps his hair cut close according to Army standards. While he still owns plenty of jeans and tshirts, his clothing selection has grown to include business suits, tuxedos, and other types of clothes, that he once thought of as preppy.
Personality: Wil is a complex individual, a man that wears many masks. Those that have worked with him all consider him to be a miracle worker, able to get any job done with minimumal problems.
There are those that have known him for years see a man dedicated to his son. A man that never forgets a birthday or a promise to Cam. After the lose of his father, Wil changed and some believe that this change was very bad. He's no longer the reckless person that he was. This Wil is cold and to a certain degree, a very scary person. A few, who know that he is a mutant, believe that he is betraying his race by hiding his telekinesis.
Mutation Skills: Telekinetic powers. Wil's able to move objects, using only his mind, with ease. As the weight of the objects increase, Wil has to concentrate more and more. He has managed to lift a trio of fully loaded semi trucks but it taxed him almost to the point of passing out. As a teenager, Wil learned various uses of his telekinesis from the Professor.
Weaknesses: His powers were well developed but since joining the Army and than the LAPD, he has not used them as much as he did when he was younger. Wil's temper is also a weakness at times. He can lose all awareness of what is going on around him, when he is enraged. Outside of the normal weaknesses of a human, Wil is extremely vulnerable to three stimuli; danger to those that he sees as under his protection, his son, and to puppies. When harm is at hand to one of these three, he will forget all other responsibilities. To date, he has never been in a situation where he's had to choose one over the other and how he will act in that situation is unknown.
Background Story: Wil was born during a severe snow storm that prevented his parents from getting to a hospital. While his Father's medical training allowed Wil to be born safely, complications assaulted his mother. She died, holding her son in her arms. Gabe raised Wil to the best of his ability but Wil was left in the care of several of the wives of Gabe's team members. Gabe rose in rank in the Army, but always managed to be there for all of Wil's important moments in his life such as his first day of school, birthdays, and sports games. Gabe also began to train Wil. His reasoning was that Wil had made known his interest in joining the Army and that Gabe wanted to give him all the training that could aid him in his goal. Wil excelled in the training, pushing himself alongside his father and his father's team members.
Wil never knew that he was different until his first day of the 9th grade. He meet a girl named Crystal in the most unusual of ways but the manner was a glimpse at his future. Crystal was being assaulted and Wil stepped in fighting three football players at the same time. With two of them down and out of the fight, the third one pulled a switchblade. He lunged, not at Wil but at Crystal. Wil was unable to move fast enough to intercept the attack and his mind seemed to focus solely on the knife as it made its way towards Crystal's face. The guy's hand froze in mid strike. The look of surprise on his face, quickly changed to one of fear and hate as he realized that Wil was a mutant. Several bystanders started towards Wil when a slender form interposed itself between Wil and the crowd. It was Crystal and she shouted at the crowd, calling them on the fact that they'd been cheering Wil as he defended her from the attackers. She started to make fun of them for the fact that they'd done nothing to stop the football players but they'd attack a single unarmed boy because he was special. The crowd thinned and dispersed, leaving Wil and Crystal standing there. She turned to Wil and kissed him. She stepped back and smiled before telling him that he'd have to go somewhere to stay safe, that sooner or later, some other crowd would catch up to him and hurt him if not kill him.
Wil's Father requested a transfer to Ft. Lewis Wasgington. Before they had even unpacked, A man in a wheelchair visited them. This man introduced himself as Charles Xavier and he told them about a school that he was planning on opening. The Chades declined the offer to send Wil to the school but an agreement was reached where Wil would spend his summers there, learning to control; his telekinesis. Over the three years that he worked with Xavier, he gained a lot of control over his powers, enabling him to easily lift 10 tons without straining.
While living on the West Coast, Wil met a young woman named Constance Winthrop. They fell into a forbidden relationship since her parents thought Wil was headed nowhere in life and that he was only with her for her money. As often is the case in secret romances, she got pregenant. She refused to tell who the father was to anyone. When she'd found out that she was pregenant, she broke up with Wil, never telling him that she carried his child. Wil continued with his life, never knowing why she'd broken up with him.
After he graduated from school, he enlisted into the military and his training from his Father and the training that he'd recieved at Xavier's, allowed him to excell in the Army. Wil threw himself into the training, becoming the youngest man to reach the rank of Corporal, during peace time. Wil entered the Ranger Indocturine Program, lovingly referred to as RIP. This three week long course forced Wil to embrace a more vicious side of himself, one he hadn't ever truly faced. He completed the program and entered into the true trial of fire, Ranger School. After three gruelling months, a guant Wil Chade accepted the black beret and joined the ranks of the US Army Rangers.
For ten years, Wil served his country. During that decade, Wil attended any school that he could including Sniper School. As part of the school's Exit Exam, Wil had to plan and execute an almost impossible mock shot. He found a flaw in the security plans and took a 1,556 yard shot.
Wil was planning on appling for the Special Forces when he recieved a letter from his passed. Constance Winthrop had never lost him, using her resources to know where he was, waiting for the right time to tell him about his son but she'd run out of time. She sent for Wil, begging that he come as quickly as he could. Calling in a few favors, Wil managed to arrive in time for Connie to tell him everything. She introduced him to a ten year old boy named Jesse. The shock of seeing his own eyes looking back at him from the boy's face left him speechless. Connie begged Wil to forgive her for not telling him about his son. Wil spent the last three weeks with Connie and his son.
After Connie's death, Wil retired from the Army after only ten years.
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Example RP:
"Hello. Chade Residence."
The pre teen girl's voice seemed to transmit a smile through the phone line. Even as the girl stood in the living room of her house in Alaska, a man thousands of miles to the east found himself smiling.
Too bad that this call isn't just to wish them a Merry Christmas.
"Hello. May I please speak with your father?"
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Tell him that it's Mr. Phelps."
"Ok. Just a sec, please."
The man could hear the phone being set down and Talia running off to get her dad. He idly tapped his pen on the desktop as he waited, a frown replacing his momentary smile. He could imagine the reaction that Wil would have at recieving this call. He thought back, calculating how long it had been since he'd last had to make a call to Wil. His private musings were interrupted by the phone being picked up on the other end.
"Hello Jim. I take it that this isn't a call to wish me and my girl a Merry Christmas. What's happened?"
"I wish it was, my boy but there's been a kidnapping. Princess Deanna was snatched from a motorcade, twelve hours ago. A commando team hit hard and fast."
Phelps stopped talking, knowing that Wil's mind was already working the angles of the attack. He drummed his pen on his desktop while he waited for a reply from his agent in Alaska.
"What are the demands? What are my orders and what are the parameters?"
"There hasn't been any demands and I don't think that there will be any. It looks like the attackers are part of a cult that's been growing in the UK. As for your orders... Simple. Track down the Princess and rescue her. Lethal force is authorized."
"What other information do you have?"
"The rest of the intelligence is being transmitted to your laptop. We have a lead that points towards a wooded area outside of DC. No cover though. This is too important to slow down by creating one.
"Ok. Goodbye Jim."
"Goodbye Wil. Oh, a couple of more things. Saw your movie. Very nice. You can use the money to buy a nice gift for your daughter and another one for Ms. Pryde."
"How did you...?"
"Know about Ms. Pryde? Come on now. I am the number two in the CIA and only because I don't want the limelight. It's my job to know everything about everything. Call me when it's done."
Without waiting for Wil's answer, the line was disconnected and Wil only heard the dial tone. He replaced the reciever on the cradle and turned his laptop on. As it booted up, his daughter entered the study and climbed into his lap. She snuggled against his chest and Wil gave her a hug.
"You're gunna have to go away for a while, aren't you?"
"Yeah, Sweetie. Some bad guys snatched a girl."
"How dangerous will it be?"
"I'm not sure, Angel. There's a group of men that are highly trained and..."
"And you have to make sure that they don't hurt her. Daddy, I'm almost twelve. I ain't a little girl and I haven't been for a while. I know that what you acted in the movie is closer to the truth than anyone really knows. I can accept that and in all honesty, it makes me proud. How many girls get to have a cross between a Jedi Knight and Jason Bourne for a Dad? I'll go get my bags packed. You wanna call Kitty?"
"Been raiding my movies again? Yeah. I'll call Kitty. I've been meaning to anyways. I've been wanting to ask her if she wants to go to the Oscars with us. I'll charge up your prepaid credit card. Give you and Kitty a chance to go shopping for a dress for you and one for her if she wants to go."
"Don't forget shoes, jewelry, and purses. Girls have to have the works."
"I know Talia. Remember that me and Kitty lived in that mansion, together, for over three years. You have no idea how many times Kitty talked me into taking her shopping. Trust me. I know what it requires for girls to get dressed up."
"Good. Maybe this time, you'll talk to her about your feelings for her. I mean, I am so tired of you giving her the lost puppy look. It's like so totally gross when it's your own daddy. Besides, you can't let that engagement ring go unused."
"I see that someone has been raiding more than just my movies again. Besides, we've talked about it enough. You know that Kitty doesn't see me in that way. Anyways, I told her once already. No matter what, I'm stuck as just a friend. As for the ring, that was bought way back, before I was even done with my first stint in the Army or even met your Mother. It's ancient history, a relic from the past and that's all it's ever gunna be. Now go pack. I have to read this file."
Wil watched as Talia ran out of the den, seeing Crystal in her. For a moment, his heart ached and he missed his deceased wife again. He shoved his heartache away and opened up the file that Jim had sent him. After twenty minutes of reading, his phone rang. He let it ring three times before answering it.
"Chade Residence. Wil Chade speaking."
"Mr. Chade, it's Franklin DeSoto with Twenty First Century. We're looking for an advisor for a new movie and your name popped up. Mind if I send you a script?"
"Go ahead. While you're doing it, let's talk money." As Wil prepared to haggle the pay, his fax machine started spewing forth the script.
"1.8 million for six weeks."
"5 million for two weeks."
"What? That's insane. You ain't the only miltary advisor in Hollywood. 2 million for four weeks."
"No, I ain't the only one but I have two things that the others don't have. Nine Oscar nominations for movies that I've worked on and a knack for making the worst actors look like pros. 4 million for three weeks and total control of the actors."
"3 million for three weeks and you get the control."
"Ok. It's a deal as long as the script isn't crap. Where will the filming be?"
"One week in Moscow, one week in Prague, and one week in DC. DC will be first and than we'll break for Christmas and resume around the fifteenth of January. My personal cell number is on the cover page."
"I'll call you back in two hours with an answer."
Without saying goodbye, Wil hung up the phone. He rolled his chair over to his fax machine and pulled the script from it. He rolled back to the desk, already reading it as he reached for the phone again. He picked it up and dialed Kitty's private line.
Not bad. This movie might be pretty good, as long as I help them with the training. Wonder who they have to play the lead? Too bad about the timing though... unless I make it work for me. Yeah, I can do that. I'll create my own cover strory and this one is 100 percent legit.
"Xavier's School, Katherine Pryde speaking."
"Hey, Kitten. How's it going?"
"Wil? My word, how long has it been? How are you? How's Talia? I was thinking that you two had dropped off the face of the earth since I called a couple of weeks ago and never got a return call."
"It's only been a month since I called last. I'm good and so is Talia. As for you calling a couple of weeks ago, if you left a message on the machine, it was on strike."
"Try three months. So what's up? Got a business trip?"
"Yeah. Three weeks this time. It's multiple locations, so I don't wanna take Talia."
"Three weeks? That means that you'll miss Christmas."
"Nope. Breaking for Christmas."
"I suppose you want Talia to stay here while you're away."
"Yeah, if there's room."
"You know there is. I keep your old room available just for these kinda things."
"Thanks, Kitten. I really appreciate you doing this for me."
"Not a problem Wil. You know that I love having her here with me. It's nice having someone here who isn't a mutant. It's relaxing and a nice change of pace. You have no idea how much easier a non-mutant kid is to keep tabs on."
"I can imagine. I only have to chase after Talia. I get nightmares just thinking about what you put up with. I don't envy you. Oh, by the way, there's this fancy get together in March and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me and Talia. I'm make sure that you get to meet Matt..."
Several minutes and several goodbyes later, Wil hung up the phone. He read more of the script, eyeing the desk clock every few minutes. He was three quarters of the way through the script, when the time for him to return DeSoto's call arrived. He reached out his hand and picked up the phone. He dialed the number, a smile forming after DeSoto answered on the second ring.
"Ok. I'm in. When do I need to be in DC?"
"Can you be there by the start of the week?"
"Yeah. I'm gunna fly to New York first to drop off my daughter but I don't see any reason that I can't be there by Monday morning. Say 8 am Monday morning. A meeting between me and the cast that I'm gunna be training."
"Ok. 8 am it is. See you than."
Character Type: Original
Cerebro File Wraith
Name: William G. Chade
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Place Of Birth: Murfreesboro, Tennessee
Alignment: White Hatter
Group Affiliation: LAPD SWAT
Relationship Status: Single Father
Residence At: A small two bedroom apartment in LA.
Occupation: LAPD SWAT
Character Description:
Hair: Black, cut short
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 214 pounds
*Other Visible Features: Countless scars adorn his body.
Description: A life of constantly striving to be the strongest, the fastest, the most agile has left visible signs on Wil. Every inch of his body, from his exquisitely developed muscles to his graceful and economical body movements, attest to this fact. Through countless hours of training, his body hides the reality of his thirty-seven years and extreme physical abuse. With a smile that can warm the coldest woman's heart and an infectious laugh, Wil has never been without newly made friends, wherever he might find himself.
While having left the Army almost a decade prior, Wil still keeps his hair cut close according to Army standards. While he still owns plenty of jeans and tshirts, his clothing selection has grown to include business suits, tuxedos, and other types of clothes, that he once thought of as preppy.
Personality: Wil is a complex individual, a man that wears many masks. Those that have worked with him all consider him to be a miracle worker, able to get any job done with minimumal problems.
There are those that have known him for years see a man dedicated to his son. A man that never forgets a birthday or a promise to Cam. After the lose of his father, Wil changed and some believe that this change was very bad. He's no longer the reckless person that he was. This Wil is cold and to a certain degree, a very scary person. A few, who know that he is a mutant, believe that he is betraying his race by hiding his telekinesis.
Mutation Skills: Telekinetic powers. Wil's able to move objects, using only his mind, with ease. As the weight of the objects increase, Wil has to concentrate more and more. He has managed to lift a trio of fully loaded semi trucks but it taxed him almost to the point of passing out. As a teenager, Wil learned various uses of his telekinesis from the Professor.
Weaknesses: His powers were well developed but since joining the Army and than the LAPD, he has not used them as much as he did when he was younger. Wil's temper is also a weakness at times. He can lose all awareness of what is going on around him, when he is enraged. Outside of the normal weaknesses of a human, Wil is extremely vulnerable to three stimuli; danger to those that he sees as under his protection, his son, and to puppies. When harm is at hand to one of these three, he will forget all other responsibilities. To date, he has never been in a situation where he's had to choose one over the other and how he will act in that situation is unknown.
Background Story: Wil was born during a severe snow storm that prevented his parents from getting to a hospital. While his Father's medical training allowed Wil to be born safely, complications assaulted his mother. She died, holding her son in her arms. Gabe raised Wil to the best of his ability but Wil was left in the care of several of the wives of Gabe's team members. Gabe rose in rank in the Army, but always managed to be there for all of Wil's important moments in his life such as his first day of school, birthdays, and sports games. Gabe also began to train Wil. His reasoning was that Wil had made known his interest in joining the Army and that Gabe wanted to give him all the training that could aid him in his goal. Wil excelled in the training, pushing himself alongside his father and his father's team members.
Wil never knew that he was different until his first day of the 9th grade. He meet a girl named Crystal in the most unusual of ways but the manner was a glimpse at his future. Crystal was being assaulted and Wil stepped in fighting three football players at the same time. With two of them down and out of the fight, the third one pulled a switchblade. He lunged, not at Wil but at Crystal. Wil was unable to move fast enough to intercept the attack and his mind seemed to focus solely on the knife as it made its way towards Crystal's face. The guy's hand froze in mid strike. The look of surprise on his face, quickly changed to one of fear and hate as he realized that Wil was a mutant. Several bystanders started towards Wil when a slender form interposed itself between Wil and the crowd. It was Crystal and she shouted at the crowd, calling them on the fact that they'd been cheering Wil as he defended her from the attackers. She started to make fun of them for the fact that they'd done nothing to stop the football players but they'd attack a single unarmed boy because he was special. The crowd thinned and dispersed, leaving Wil and Crystal standing there. She turned to Wil and kissed him. She stepped back and smiled before telling him that he'd have to go somewhere to stay safe, that sooner or later, some other crowd would catch up to him and hurt him if not kill him.
Wil's Father requested a transfer to Ft. Lewis Wasgington. Before they had even unpacked, A man in a wheelchair visited them. This man introduced himself as Charles Xavier and he told them about a school that he was planning on opening. The Chades declined the offer to send Wil to the school but an agreement was reached where Wil would spend his summers there, learning to control; his telekinesis. Over the three years that he worked with Xavier, he gained a lot of control over his powers, enabling him to easily lift 10 tons without straining.
While living on the West Coast, Wil met a young woman named Constance Winthrop. They fell into a forbidden relationship since her parents thought Wil was headed nowhere in life and that he was only with her for her money. As often is the case in secret romances, she got pregenant. She refused to tell who the father was to anyone. When she'd found out that she was pregenant, she broke up with Wil, never telling him that she carried his child. Wil continued with his life, never knowing why she'd broken up with him.
After he graduated from school, he enlisted into the military and his training from his Father and the training that he'd recieved at Xavier's, allowed him to excell in the Army. Wil threw himself into the training, becoming the youngest man to reach the rank of Corporal, during peace time. Wil entered the Ranger Indocturine Program, lovingly referred to as RIP. This three week long course forced Wil to embrace a more vicious side of himself, one he hadn't ever truly faced. He completed the program and entered into the true trial of fire, Ranger School. After three gruelling months, a guant Wil Chade accepted the black beret and joined the ranks of the US Army Rangers.
For ten years, Wil served his country. During that decade, Wil attended any school that he could including Sniper School. As part of the school's Exit Exam, Wil had to plan and execute an almost impossible mock shot. He found a flaw in the security plans and took a 1,556 yard shot.
Wil was planning on appling for the Special Forces when he recieved a letter from his passed. Constance Winthrop had never lost him, using her resources to know where he was, waiting for the right time to tell him about his son but she'd run out of time. She sent for Wil, begging that he come as quickly as he could. Calling in a few favors, Wil managed to arrive in time for Connie to tell him everything. She introduced him to a ten year old boy named Jesse. The shock of seeing his own eyes looking back at him from the boy's face left him speechless. Connie begged Wil to forgive her for not telling him about his son. Wil spent the last three weeks with Connie and his son.
After Connie's death, Wil retired from the Army after only ten years.
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Example RP:
"Hello. Chade Residence."
The pre teen girl's voice seemed to transmit a smile through the phone line. Even as the girl stood in the living room of her house in Alaska, a man thousands of miles to the east found himself smiling.
Too bad that this call isn't just to wish them a Merry Christmas.
"Hello. May I please speak with your father?"
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Tell him that it's Mr. Phelps."
"Ok. Just a sec, please."
The man could hear the phone being set down and Talia running off to get her dad. He idly tapped his pen on the desktop as he waited, a frown replacing his momentary smile. He could imagine the reaction that Wil would have at recieving this call. He thought back, calculating how long it had been since he'd last had to make a call to Wil. His private musings were interrupted by the phone being picked up on the other end.
"Hello Jim. I take it that this isn't a call to wish me and my girl a Merry Christmas. What's happened?"
"I wish it was, my boy but there's been a kidnapping. Princess Deanna was snatched from a motorcade, twelve hours ago. A commando team hit hard and fast."
Phelps stopped talking, knowing that Wil's mind was already working the angles of the attack. He drummed his pen on his desktop while he waited for a reply from his agent in Alaska.
"What are the demands? What are my orders and what are the parameters?"
"There hasn't been any demands and I don't think that there will be any. It looks like the attackers are part of a cult that's been growing in the UK. As for your orders... Simple. Track down the Princess and rescue her. Lethal force is authorized."
"What other information do you have?"
"The rest of the intelligence is being transmitted to your laptop. We have a lead that points towards a wooded area outside of DC. No cover though. This is too important to slow down by creating one.
"Ok. Goodbye Jim."
"Goodbye Wil. Oh, a couple of more things. Saw your movie. Very nice. You can use the money to buy a nice gift for your daughter and another one for Ms. Pryde."
"How did you...?"
"Know about Ms. Pryde? Come on now. I am the number two in the CIA and only because I don't want the limelight. It's my job to know everything about everything. Call me when it's done."
Without waiting for Wil's answer, the line was disconnected and Wil only heard the dial tone. He replaced the reciever on the cradle and turned his laptop on. As it booted up, his daughter entered the study and climbed into his lap. She snuggled against his chest and Wil gave her a hug.
"You're gunna have to go away for a while, aren't you?"
"Yeah, Sweetie. Some bad guys snatched a girl."
"How dangerous will it be?"
"I'm not sure, Angel. There's a group of men that are highly trained and..."
"And you have to make sure that they don't hurt her. Daddy, I'm almost twelve. I ain't a little girl and I haven't been for a while. I know that what you acted in the movie is closer to the truth than anyone really knows. I can accept that and in all honesty, it makes me proud. How many girls get to have a cross between a Jedi Knight and Jason Bourne for a Dad? I'll go get my bags packed. You wanna call Kitty?"
"Been raiding my movies again? Yeah. I'll call Kitty. I've been meaning to anyways. I've been wanting to ask her if she wants to go to the Oscars with us. I'll charge up your prepaid credit card. Give you and Kitty a chance to go shopping for a dress for you and one for her if she wants to go."
"Don't forget shoes, jewelry, and purses. Girls have to have the works."
"I know Talia. Remember that me and Kitty lived in that mansion, together, for over three years. You have no idea how many times Kitty talked me into taking her shopping. Trust me. I know what it requires for girls to get dressed up."
"Good. Maybe this time, you'll talk to her about your feelings for her. I mean, I am so tired of you giving her the lost puppy look. It's like so totally gross when it's your own daddy. Besides, you can't let that engagement ring go unused."
"I see that someone has been raiding more than just my movies again. Besides, we've talked about it enough. You know that Kitty doesn't see me in that way. Anyways, I told her once already. No matter what, I'm stuck as just a friend. As for the ring, that was bought way back, before I was even done with my first stint in the Army or even met your Mother. It's ancient history, a relic from the past and that's all it's ever gunna be. Now go pack. I have to read this file."
Wil watched as Talia ran out of the den, seeing Crystal in her. For a moment, his heart ached and he missed his deceased wife again. He shoved his heartache away and opened up the file that Jim had sent him. After twenty minutes of reading, his phone rang. He let it ring three times before answering it.
"Chade Residence. Wil Chade speaking."
"Mr. Chade, it's Franklin DeSoto with Twenty First Century. We're looking for an advisor for a new movie and your name popped up. Mind if I send you a script?"
"Go ahead. While you're doing it, let's talk money." As Wil prepared to haggle the pay, his fax machine started spewing forth the script.
"1.8 million for six weeks."
"5 million for two weeks."
"What? That's insane. You ain't the only miltary advisor in Hollywood. 2 million for four weeks."
"No, I ain't the only one but I have two things that the others don't have. Nine Oscar nominations for movies that I've worked on and a knack for making the worst actors look like pros. 4 million for three weeks and total control of the actors."
"3 million for three weeks and you get the control."
"Ok. It's a deal as long as the script isn't crap. Where will the filming be?"
"One week in Moscow, one week in Prague, and one week in DC. DC will be first and than we'll break for Christmas and resume around the fifteenth of January. My personal cell number is on the cover page."
"I'll call you back in two hours with an answer."
Without saying goodbye, Wil hung up the phone. He rolled his chair over to his fax machine and pulled the script from it. He rolled back to the desk, already reading it as he reached for the phone again. He picked it up and dialed Kitty's private line.
Not bad. This movie might be pretty good, as long as I help them with the training. Wonder who they have to play the lead? Too bad about the timing though... unless I make it work for me. Yeah, I can do that. I'll create my own cover strory and this one is 100 percent legit.
"Xavier's School, Katherine Pryde speaking."
"Hey, Kitten. How's it going?"
"Wil? My word, how long has it been? How are you? How's Talia? I was thinking that you two had dropped off the face of the earth since I called a couple of weeks ago and never got a return call."
"It's only been a month since I called last. I'm good and so is Talia. As for you calling a couple of weeks ago, if you left a message on the machine, it was on strike."
"Try three months. So what's up? Got a business trip?"
"Yeah. Three weeks this time. It's multiple locations, so I don't wanna take Talia."
"Three weeks? That means that you'll miss Christmas."
"Nope. Breaking for Christmas."
"I suppose you want Talia to stay here while you're away."
"Yeah, if there's room."
"You know there is. I keep your old room available just for these kinda things."
"Thanks, Kitten. I really appreciate you doing this for me."
"Not a problem Wil. You know that I love having her here with me. It's nice having someone here who isn't a mutant. It's relaxing and a nice change of pace. You have no idea how much easier a non-mutant kid is to keep tabs on."
"I can imagine. I only have to chase after Talia. I get nightmares just thinking about what you put up with. I don't envy you. Oh, by the way, there's this fancy get together in March and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me and Talia. I'm make sure that you get to meet Matt..."
Several minutes and several goodbyes later, Wil hung up the phone. He read more of the script, eyeing the desk clock every few minutes. He was three quarters of the way through the script, when the time for him to return DeSoto's call arrived. He reached out his hand and picked up the phone. He dialed the number, a smile forming after DeSoto answered on the second ring.
"Ok. I'm in. When do I need to be in DC?"
"Can you be there by the start of the week?"
"Yeah. I'm gunna fly to New York first to drop off my daughter but I don't see any reason that I can't be there by Monday morning. Say 8 am Monday morning. A meeting between me and the cast that I'm gunna be training."
"Ok. 8 am it is. See you than."
