Jude Coilin: Born in France, orphaned, adopted son of Maya Swift/Csendes (X-man), and ex-husband Sebastian Csendes (Domestic terrorist cult leader). Once an X-men trainee, now working at Blackforest Tactical Solutions, the file for which was very difficult to access even with Wick's clearances. Employed by Michael Hunter, Ex Army Ranger cum 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta operator (De-aged mutant and SUPER recruit). Small wonder he had ended up on the radar of the FBI and CIA. His involvement in Wick's investigation had been inevitable. So what had made him on of Wick's first stops?

His variable physical age. It seemed Mr Coilin, whose specific mutation was to temporarily adopt the mutation of others, had borrowed the ability to change his physical age. Since almost all the documentation on-site at the lab had been destroyed, Wick had next to no information on the mutant suspected of being the source of the serum, now considered a high likelihood suspect. He needed leads, and distasteful as it was to deal with devilspawn, Mister Coilin was the clearest and most probable source of one.

Naturally, Wick was not going in blind. Certainly he might have liked a longer surveillance period, but given the urgency of the mission one week would need to do. Wire taps, camera tracking, cell phone tracking. Wick considered it far too high risk to put a physical tail on someone with Coilin's training and connections. He had placed listening devices in the townhouse Coilins shared with one Zaid Wylde, under the guise of working with an electrical company the pair had contracted for their ongoing refurbishment of the old brownstone. You could get away with a lot by simply dressing the part and looking bland. None had turned up anything to suggest the pair were working with the de-ageing terrorist. Just a lot of chatter about something called Small Magician Collegiate, apparently from Japan, and other related media. He had thought perhaps it was a code, when the word "Weaboo" came up repeatedly. On further research that turned out to be benign.

With no signs of trouble, chatter, or concerning contacts, Wick was moving on to interview Coilin. 1700 on a Tuesday in Brooklyn, outside a brownstone townhouse that was most certainly under much-needed refurbishment, Agent Wick waited patiently in an agency car, watching the sidewalk in the rear-views. In a tailored Armani suit and dark sunglasses he couldn't possibly have looked more like a Special Agent. That was the point. Look the part. He had to catch him on the way in, so he couldn't simply ignore Wick from inside. The car would hopefully buy the agent enough secrecy for the devil-spawn to get within hailing distance without spooking. That way he couldn't try to duck Wick without looking guilty.

Jude was a walker. If he still lived next to a girl with wings he might have been a flier, but ever since his trek on foot back from the Canadian wilderness, he'd come to find walking as an excellent way to clear his mind.

He'd dressed up today, wearing the only suit he'd poured money into and the shoes he'd stolen from Ambrose's wardrobe. They were only a teensy bit too big now, well used, well polished, and still slightly above his actual spending power. Not like he had a rolex to match.

Jude was taking on more of the business side of BlacTac since Ranger had come back young and inexperienced. And since Gerhart had retired, he was the only one who still knew how. Again. Thanks, Obama.

They were trading training, now. Jude trained him on what he used to know. The Ranger was taking him through the shoot house. In the meantime, they still need new clients.

And Jude needed to figure out how to sister a joist before the second floor came crashing down.

Sebastian had made home maintenance seem easy. The ViewTube videos he was skimming were making it sound more difficult than he wanted to mess with.

He was thinking about dinner, the meetings he'd had today, and the integrity of the second floor, all with a spring in his step since he was so close to home… that's when his power shut off. The invisible hand inside of him that was always reaching for more vanished. It didn't relax or reach too far. Just poof.

Jude stopped, bewildered, and popped his earphones from his ears.

Wick checked his watch, then double checked his rear-view. Right on time. Dressed properly, and obviously used to it. The shoes did not fit quite properly judging by how they bent, but no amount of good cloth and fashionable cuts can make a man look comfortable when he is not. Wick himself wore his suits daily, and wore them well in his own opinion. Dark eyes tracked the devilspawn's approach. It seemed cheerful, almost. Clearly it did not suspect anything. If it were aware of its infernal power at all times, it would notice the absence in five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

Wick moved for the door handle. As Coilin was recoiling and discombobulated, Wick stood from his vehicle, face a blank slate, sunglasses masking his eyes. He held his hands apart, palms forward, obviously empty, and kept his posture relaxed. Best practice with those who had experience with sudden violence, lest you end up on the receiving end yourself."Mr Jude Coilin, you may call me John Smith. I work for the Central Intelligence Agency. I need to speak with you. You are not in trouble. Would you be more comfortable speaking inside your home, or my vehicle?" Wick forced some placating calmness into his voice, warming the cool edge from his tone, covering his disgust for the creature in front of him. He needed the asset and its information, and since other methods were out of the equation, he needed them to be given willingly.

Honestly, it left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.

He wanted to laugh, but the more the man talked, the more Jude believed him. The suit. The face? The car he'd just gotten out of? He knew Jude's name and face, he supposed. And his power shutting off? Definitely a coordinated effort. He stopped the video from playing on his phone and pocketed his earbuds. Suckers were expensive. He wasn't about to lose them from lack of forethought.

"I'd like to see your identification, sir. If you will?" There was no point in being impolite. Ghost had taught him as much. As for the question of in his home or in the car...? Jude glanced at his home. It didn't really feel it yet and it was far too messy for houseguests.

"We're in the middle of renovations." Jude returned pleasant smile for pleasant smile, feeling a little bit like neither one felt as pleasant as they might seem. "I don't think this space is guest appropriate. Could I buy you a coffee or tea instead?" Because holy hell, he was not getting in a car with a man with a plan, let alone one who was or had access to an adapted. If the price was a coffee to get neutral territory and keep Zaid out of things? So be it.