Friday plops down into her comfy office chair and picks up the phone.    She laughs as she dials the number.
"Thank you"?   Ha!!  Yeah, like going to lunch with you is SOOOOO much of a sacrifice. 

Lucas notices that her phone is push-button phone, but an old-fashioned one from the 70s.

Hello?  I'd like to reserve a table please......  She smirks.
Yes, it's me.  Hey, Vincent.   Thank you.   How's your son doing?   Excellent!   Ok, we'll be there soon.

Chuckling, she  hung up the phone.
Does it mean I go to a restaurant TOO much when the guy answering the phones recognized my voice?   

She shakes her head and looks at Lucas.    Though her face is literally shining with love and affection, she also looks concerned and a little sad.

I AM sorry that I've been too busy lately, Lucas.   It hasn't been intentional.   I've missed you too.

Lucas smiled. "I bet it's easier to order from them since they know you so well."

When she makes the comment about her missing him, Lucas replied, "Friday...that's ok. I am very glad though to be with you here and now."

Ooc:yeah I know :). I will be up officially in a few though *smiles*

She smiles, seeming very content with the world as she looks at "her man".

Ok, Lucas.  Let's head out, then.  I'll drive.   I had to get a new vehicle, I'm afraid.  My old one got possesed by a Para and turned into some Go-Bot knockoff, and the SCU guys had to blow it up.
She seems more amused than bitter about that.

My new car is a sweet ride, though.  I think you'll like it.    She grinned like a little kid.

OOC:  Would you like the restaurant to bi Versuezzis?  No one's posted there yet.

Lucas sees Friday's new car. "This isn't a bad ride. Me....I'd just be content with something that gets me from Point A to Point B. Wait a minute you said it got possessed by a Para? Must've happened when I was on that other case..."

If Friday lets him, Lucas opens the driver's side of the car for her.

OOC: Yeah we could do Versuezzis :)
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The car is a 2009 Ford Hybrid sedan.   Fully tricked out with features, though fairly plain on the outside (not surprising, considering it's the car of a private detective).
She doesn't stop Lucas from opening the door, but she's highly amused by it, rolling her eyes and smirking at him, though with affection, as if to say that treating HER like a "lady" is more funny than polite.

She does blush, just a little, and he can tell that she enjoyed the slight pampering, though would be too proud to admit it.

When they're inside, she turns on the local classic rock station and drives off.


======> To Versuezzis restaurant.

Lucas slides into the passenger side of Friday's "new ride", and smiles at her lovingly as they drive off to have a nice lunch together...

>>>>>>>>>>>>To Versuezzis>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

======> from Legacy HQ

Friday parked her new car and walked up the stairs, planning her afternoon.  She had a few options, both using her phone or computer and using good, old-fashioned legwork.   She prefered the latter option, but wanted to make sure she used every resource at her disposal.

Jamie was still gone.   Friday smiled.  The receptionist was a good kid, but sometimes Friday was nostalgic for the days when she was "the boss and the staff" of her agency.

She went into the back and sat down to plan.

It had been a productive day.   Various street contacts, which, though hard won, had accepted her despite her boss's hospitalization and subsequent transfer to a assisted living facility back in Texas.
Friday Winters, PI, had earned a reputation as someone who played it straight, even with lowlife scum, as long as they didn't cross the line.   She was known to "not sweat the small stuff" when it came to criminal activities and would even help out someone over their head or at the end of their rope.
The known association with Paras, oddly, hadn't damaged that as much as she'd been afraid it would.   Most of the criminal underworld, while hating people like The Legacy of Weston, didn't much care for "supervillians" either, despite working for them as hired muscle.
"Normals" still resented criminal Paras, even as they collected their fees and did their dirty work.   As long as Friday kept most of her activities to dealing with the "big fish", the little ones didn't resent her for it.  Much.
And, they talked to her.

She almost managed to tie up her current "normal" case.  She found the man that her friend's husband (soon to be ex-, she was assuming) had hired to kill her.
Once the gunman, a desparate loser who'd sell his grandmother for beer money, had rolled on his employer, Weston PD had taken care of the rest.
Friday did "cheat" a little to get the information, but she WAS in a hurry.

Jamie was out, running errands, and Friday was colating her information to present to the others in Legacy.

Fridays phone rings Caller id shows its Don's cell

Thank God it's Friday!  What can I do for you, sir?

Friday, in a reasonably good mood, for a change, says the words rather playfully.

"Hello. This is Antonio Bertelli. I've got a friend of yours here though he's a bit tied up at the moment He's a Mr. Derriing, though you may know him as the Hunter."

Friday sat bolt upright in her chair, though there was not indication of this over the phone.   Her "phone voice" was still very relaxed and playful.

Well...if I didn't before, then I do now.   What do you want?

"I want thes damned masks out of my city. THe legacy has 48 hours to leave Weston and return my crates of weaponry to me.  I don't care how you reach them I know you have ties to the police and you obviously have ties with one of them. If they do not meet my demands by the deadline. I will kill the Hunter."

Friday, and extremely cool customer, purposefully let her soft voice quiver in fear for Hunter's life.

Wait....!  P-please, don't hurt him.   I'll....I'll do as you ask and contact the people I know.  It will take time, but I'll do it as fast as I can, ok.   Just....don't hurt him.

Using her enhanced hearing, Friday tries to listen to any clues nearby as to their location.   She wished Hotwire were here to trace the call, but it wished were horses, as her Daddy used to say, beggers would eat.

I actually know now that the saying is different.   Man, my dad was a weird man. 

If...if they leave, you'll let Hunter go?

"I will. He'll need to skip town as well but as long as their someone elses problem I don't have any issues. I'm just a simple business man and thes freaks are bad for business." In the background Friday can birds chriping until she hears Don shout. "NO! Don't give in! Tell them-" Followed by a loud smacking noise and a . "Shaddup."

Friday strained to try to identify the species of bird, but bird calls were never her forte.

She tried to stall for time.

Maybe we can work something out?  I've always been of the opinion that Paras should stick to rousting other Paras and they should let normal people deal with each other.   Right?   Um...I don't know what they'll say to that, but what's your opinion?  Maybe we can compromise?

Since the Agency number is a land line, Friday still has her cell phone.   She tries to send a text to Hotwire.
Find Hunters Phone   Urgent   Tell me and others where.

The man on the other line laughs.  "A compromise? I don't think you get it. They leave town adn bring em my weapons or their friend dies end of story.

It's not necessarily the END of the story.   What if them leaving means some ambitious Paras decide to move in?  Someone who doesn't know Hunter or the good things he's done?   I'm just saying, sometimes it's better to "deal with the devil you know, rather then the ones you don't".

Friday tries to telepathically contact Hunter, though she's not sure if it will work, considering how little contact they've had recently, especially mind to mind.

"I'll take my chances." Click

Friday after some trying does manage to reach Hunter Telepathically though hurting physically his mind seems alert. He hasn't noticed you in his head yet.

Friday winces in sympathy for Hunter.   She's basically bulletproof, but still feels pain.
hell, I think I get hurt more often NOW then I used to before I got more powerful.

She sends Hunter a message.
don't react.  it's friday.

please post your psychic communication in the Bertelli compound

Friday, after making sure that Jamie is gone, changes into her costume and sends a text to the others.
To Dragon Fist, Hotwire, Mirage, Lady Psyche (and whoever is a member these days).

Hunter kidnapped.   maybe Bertelli country house.   call me.

On the roof, Peregrine sent another message.

leaving office now.  could meet you all at old Exxon before heading out.

Friday is refering to an abandoned Exxon station on the outskirts of town, on a road just off the beaten path in the direction Bertelli's home is in.

He forms out of a building a short distance from the office.  He then makes his way to the office, heading up the familiar steps.  Knocking gently before pushing into the office.  Unlocking the door if he needs to.

"Friday, are you here?"

Friday sat at her desk.   Her assistant had been given the day off, to prepare for the task of looking after the place while she was gone.   There were few responsibilies, except keeping the office clean and paying the bills.   Sort of like house-sitting, except it paid better.
Friday hoped that Jamie wouldn't throw a party while she was gone, but would be surprised if she didn't.

She heard someone approaching out in the hall, and recognized Zeke's voice.

Smiling tiredly, she got up to let him in.

Hey, Zeke.   How are you?