There was a certain perception Remy had to mercenary work. While it paid great you always ended up in someplace hot, wet, or nearly inhospitable. It was an immutable fact that for some reason, regions of unrest always had some combination of those three. Remy's opinion was that the climate had something to with the always grumpy people that lived in war torn countries. Not that the elements bothered her any longer she rather yearned for the trappings of civilization and all the fun stuff you could do or buy.

She didn't want to dirty her hands with some criminal organization that she would inevitably turn on or turn to bloodhound for the cops whom would frown on her almost uncontrollable desire to kill murderers. That left her somewhere in the middle. A gray zone between light and darkness. With her minimal contacts to her recently arrived name a stroke of luck from a drunken current employee, a long night, and some pillow talk later she had learned of semi secret interviews for some security force for a group called Haven. Mutant charitable front earned them brownie points.

A stolen ID badge later, sneaking, faking being lost, and a helpful employee later she was riding the elevator to wherever the interviews were being conducted. To keep herself breathing and noting the probable camera in the elevator she hummed along with the muzak until it dinged and opened up. With a million dollars worth of confidence she walked right up to the person behind the desk and lied right through her teeth. "I am here for the interviews. She will want to see me as soon as she can." A big grin crossing her face as the security guard in the corner was alerted with a look. "Now that ain't nice." The resultant scuffle lasting all of two seconds until the man was unconscious. "Now you can get your friend an ice pack while I go let myself in.." Setting the unconscious man into a chair as she wasn't a monst- evil person. Saluting to the secretary before letting herself in.

"Yeah I am looking for a Sveta, you her?" Sashaying into the room in her short daisy dukes and midriff revealing tank top to plop into a seat. Moving to stick a cigarette in her mouth and speaking as she did so. "Might want to ward off the rest of your security guys I know are coming, not here to kill ya." Taking a long drag and puffing it towards a vent.

For some reason the clandestine auditions were not as clandestine as Jude intended them to be. Or maybe Sveta needed to look into hiring people who babbled less. This woman in the hot pants was not even the only one who decided to just waltz in and stake her claim. But she was one of the few who actually attacked security. Sveta was alerted the moment it happened, and by the time the woman walked in she had already kicked her heels off under her desk, and had the drawer with the gun open.

>>"Yeah I am looking for a Sveta, you her? Might want to ward off the rest of your security guys I know are coming, not here to kill ya."

"I am the next line of security." Sveta noted calmly, watching the woman treat herself to a seat and a cigarette "But if you want to avoid a formal interview, you're gonna have to do better than give poor Jim out there a concussion. I'm assuming you are here for an employment opportunity?"

As far as she was concerned Remy had many years of learning how to be very persuasive in bedroom situations. Couple that with counterintelligence interrogation training/usage and she could usually get her answers before someone screamed honeypot. 

Remy's interest did peak as the woman herself said she was a line of defense. "Well that should make it easier seein' as how your a fellow badass and all. Dresses really aren't my thing so you wouldn't catch me dead behind a desk." snickering at her unintended dead joke. Then shrugging and enjoying more of of the tobacco roll. 

"Jim'll be fine. I don't get a chance to use my non lethal training as much as I'd like. Buy him a beer later and let him beat me at arm wrestling or some other macho bullshit and he will be over it I am sure. Yes I am here for a job with the room and board or some such. heard the pay was good and there isn't a lot of opportunities for mercenaries stateside unless you want to be a criminal." 

A distasteful look crossed her face coupled with a brief crinkling of her nose. 

"So what's a girl gotta do to get the job? Bang the boss?" An amused self assured smirk appearing on her face.

Sveta knew security was standing by outside. She gave them a signal to hold off. As much as she had the urge to pick a fight with the cowgirl stripper that had just waltzed into her office, she also wanted to find out first just what the hell she was dealing with.

>>"Well that should make it easier seein' as how your a fellow badass and all. Dresses really aren't my thing so you wouldn't catch me dead behind a desk."

Yeah, okay, fine. Sveta was not a fan of the dresses either. It was hard to look dignified while to kicked someone's ass in a pencil skirt.

>>"Jim'll be fine. I don't get a chance to use my non lethal training as much as I'd like. Buy him a beer later and let him beat me at arm wrestling or some other macho bullshit and he will be over it I am sure. Yes I am here for a job with the room and board or some such. heard the pay was good and there isn't a lot of opportunities for mercenaries stateside unless you want to be a criminal."

Sveta arched an eyebrow. Did Ranger send this woman or what?

>>"So what's a girl gotta do to get the job? Bang the boss?"

"Wrong tree" Sveta deadpanned, folding her hands on top of her desk "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess you were not screened for interview by BlacTac. How exactly did you find out we were even looking?"

Remy heaved a dramatic sigh and waved her cigarette around like the prop it really was. "C'est dommage. I have heard that before though and have had my way." It was clear she wasn't going to push that particular subject though.

Arching her own eyebrow at BlacTac before casually pulling out a phone from her bra and internet searching it real fast even as she answered. "No idea what that is." Then she found out and, "Ah." Curiosity satisfied the phone disappeared and she shrugged. 

"One of your employee was drinking pretty heavily over a bad breakup. Overheard them drunk mumbling to someone else to console them. A couple more ill advised drinks later, a shoulder to cry on and some suggestive flirting. Whola. A Remy in your office and a closet bisexual freed from their torment."

Reaching into what little consisted of her back pocket to fish out a security badge she tossed it expertly onto Svetlana's desk a few inches from her hands. "Wouldn't go too hard on her. Needs some paid time off with a good therapist more than another kick in the..hoohaa. They were all set to get married and walked in on her man in a tryst, with her best friend." People could be so ugly to one another. 

"Wasn't as easy as my expertise may lead you to believe though. Lots of training and practice in counter-intel." Shrugging it off like it wasn't that impressive. Compared to her kill count it really wasn't.  

>>"C'est dommage. I have heard that before though and have had my way."

"Believe me, many have tried." Sveta smirked. A lot of people found her attractive, and tried to hit on her one way or another. She definitely would have had better chances at a relationship if she had not been hopelessly straight. The other woman looked up BlacTac on her phone, as if she needed confirmation that this was a walk-in kind of interview.

>>"One of your employee was drinking pretty heavily over a bad breakup. Overheard them drunk mumbling to someone else to console them. A couple more ill advised drinks later, a shoulder to cry on and some suggestive flirting. Whola. A Remy in your office and a closet bisexual freed from their torment."

Svet sighed. She'd need to find out which employee that was and talk to HR. As much as a breakup sucked, Haven personnel babbling about the private security thing could have serious consequences. Like, the mob finding out about it before they were ready. This Remy person was clearly proud of her achievement, and have up her source without much prompting.

>>"Wouldn't go too hard on her. Needs some paid time off with a good therapist more than another kick in the..hoohaa. They were all set to get married and walked in on her man in a tryst, with her best friend."

"We'll take care of that" Sveta noted, taking the card. Therapist? Sure. Keeping the job? Probably not. She would have considered if before a mercenary walked in with their key card, but honestly...

>>"Wasn't as easy as my expertise may lead you to believe though. Lots of training and practice in counter-intel."

"Yeah I'm sure you have a lot of practice in that" Sveta deadpanned again. Sleeping with drunk people was not exactly high level spy training. "So. Remy, was it? Why do you think I should hire you for Haven?"

Remy didn't particularly like the way she had said they would take care of it. Ugh Russians! She crossed a leg and put out her half finished cig out on the bottom of her shoe and stuffed it into her pocket before getting up to plop her butt down on the edge of the desk in a mostly non threatening manner. 

Then she switched to speaking Russian as the name was a dead giveaway. "You could just shuffle her off to a lower sec job. Typical heartless russian." Truth was she was interviewing Sveta as much as Sveta was interviewing her, twigging a potential boss was just feeling out the waters. 

Back to English "You know how hard it is to keep a drunk talking about anything but themselves. So yes I do. Both the sleeping with and interrogating part." As if reading Sveta's mind just a bit, but mostly she was proud of her unabashed sexuality.

"It is, and because as far as conventional methods go I am probably the best choice that'll cross your desk all month. If your looking for some f***er that can shoot laser beams at their eyes or breath knockout gas or some shit I ain't your lady I will admit. You can get anyone to wear a uniform and a nightstick and pretend they are a security guard. Me? I am the swiss army woman of badasses. You can get yourself a dime a dozen security guard or you get a woman that can run an operation while driving through enemy territory with choppers chasing your a** and make it out with a hostage all before breakfast. Been training for, fighting or doing military shit for the better part of thirty years. And no I can't give you the name of my plastic surgeon." Grinning at the woman at her little joke.

This woman was not the first person trying to weasel her way into Haven by being intentionally annoying to Sveta. Honestly she was not even in the same ballpark as Zek, or L on a bad day, for example, but she was still getting the job done just fine.

>>"You could just shuffle her off to a lower sec job. Typical heartless russian."

"You know nothing about me" she shot back in Russian. Americans enjoyed stereotyping other nations a little too much.

The sleeping with a drunk woman part was not exactly convincing (not to mention problematic). But Sveta suspected there was a more comprehensive sales pitch to come.

>>"It is, and because as far as conventional methods go I am probably the best choice that'll cross your desk all month. If your looking for some f***er that can shoot laser beams at their eyes or breath knockout gas or some shit I ain't your lady I will admit. You can get anyone to wear a uniform and a nightstick and pretend they are a security guard. Me? I am the swiss army woman of badasses. You can get yourself a dime a dozen security guard or you get a woman that can run an operation while driving through enemy territory with choppers chasing your a** and make it out with a hostage all before breakfast. Been training for, fighting or doing military shit for the better part of thirty years. And no I can't give you the name of my plastic surgeon."

Sveta sighed, shaking her head.

"Lord, I've got a guy you would get along with" she noted with a smirk "I mean I had, until he went over to SUPER to play soldier with bigger guns. Typical smartass mercenary."

She sounded like she had a lot of combat experience. And weapons experience. And a whole lot of ego. If Sveta was gonna be stereotyped, Remy was too.

"I'm not looking for dime a dozen. You'd know that if you have actually been recruited. I am looking for the laser beams and knockout gas kind, to be fair." she noted, tilting her head "I mean, the whole military thing is impressive. And I can tell you wouldn't have qualms about the shadier parts of the job. But how exactly do I know you did not just barge in here to gather intel?"

It was true she was probably being more irritating than her usual self, but people were naturally contradictive when you poked at them which was telling in itself. Useful stuff. 

"Me and the lord aren't on speaking terms, going to have to defer to an even higher power. As far as SUPER goes, you work for enough governance through intermediaries or take a few down you learn that governments aren't all they are cracked up to be. And please I am an atypical mercenary. Usual mercenary break and run if they think they can get away with it. Me? Money is just a way of keeping score. Never backed out on a deal in my life." The guy sounded interesting but not someone shed want to hang around long term ironically enough.

"Puh-lease. Recruited just means filtered. Can you trust your filter? You also need people who aren't afraid of the people with laser eyes and poison gas or are walking doomsday weapons." She really wished chuckling was an easier thing to fake instead she smirked and shrugged. 

"I just do what I am told. Whose slimier for it? The one giving the order or the one following them, but your right enough in that. No upset stomach here for the less than tasteful. Speaking of if I wanted intel I could have just strapped the lovely lady into a chair and did some bad science on her and made her sing enough to be worth it." Drawing in a breath and resting against an arm propped up on her desk as a fake show of weariness. She was however slowly getting more serious.

"You can't be 100% sure though. Not that I have ever sold anyone out before. I been around long enough to also know  you should keep one eye on your allies too. Not the guy next to you fighting for you life with you , no. The other guys, the reinforcements. People with hidden agendas. Usually some worthless bureaucrat. In this case maybe your BlackTac buddies. How do you know they won't sell you out? Maybe you need someone not on their," She used air quotes. "approved' list of people to go through the hiring process. I like to be a more of a direct salesman to potential interesting and seemingly worthy people." 

The woman insisted she was an atypical mercenary. Sveta was starting to get the idea that she was one of those who did the dangerous things for fun and excitement, rather than for some kind of money or power. Well. She was not sure being left for adventure would be any better than being left for higher pay...

>>"Puh-lease. Recruited just means filtered. Can you trust your filter? You also need people who aren't afraid of the people with laser eyes and poison gas or are walking doomsday weapons."

She did trust her filter. Jude and Sveta did not exactly have the best track record, but BlacTac was good at its job. Such as running background checks on people.

>>"Speaking of if I wanted intel I could have just strapped the lovely lady into a chair and did some bad science on her and made her sing enough to be worth it. You can't be 100% sure though. Not that I have ever sold anyone out before. "

The woman went on with the very convincing argument about the upsides of being an applicant outside of BlacTac. Sveta was fairly sure Jude would not have approved her anyway; loose cannons were bad for business. Even under the best of circumstances. But at least she did not torture the secretary?...

"Alright, I get the sales pitch" she waved a hand "I should hire you, et cetera. But why do you want to work here? Why not go to BlacTac? Or any mercenary organization? Why Haven?"

A far more interesting question arose then having to sales pitch herself. No wonder no one could get a job in the states. She was a trained operative and had to jump through hoops. Immagine some poor sod fresh out of college. 

"A far more relevant question for our discussion. Any American based mercs trying to come up with a background check wouldn't come up with anything. I don't exist anymore. They get  their panties in a wad about not being able to know what ya ate for breakfast in the third grade." An exaggeration, but probably not by much. 

"Why here? You seem to be trying to do some actual good with mutants and despite all my posturing I do have a soft spot for the 'grand old mission.' Haven is also practical enough to realize how to get it done. If it helps even a couple mutants from going through what I did then its worth it." She slinked off the desk and moved to look out the window thumbs shoved into her pockets.

"Plus you spend long enough tearing shit down you start to wonder if you can build anything up. As much as I love guns and explosives it is more fun if you don't have to use either everyday. Builds the anticipation." Shrugging a bit before shooting a sidelong grin at Svetlana. "Maybe it is just a fancy way of telling myself I need a break. Maybe I just want a permanent address for once. Maybe I want to see if I can even function around others. F*** I dunno I ain't a psychologist." Managing to snort and walking back around the desk to  throw herself back into her seat legs spread and a heel tapping in an irritated manner as she pulled her cig back out and relight it. The insistant tapping fading as she took a long draw and held it for a long time. Introspection was not a strong suit of hers nor something she wanted to touch too deeply to begin with.

>>"A far more relevant question for our discussion. Any American based mercs trying to come up with a background check wouldn't come up with anything. I don't exist anymore. They get their panties in a wad about not being able to know what ya ate for breakfast in the third grade."

People who didn't exist could either be very useful, or very dangerous. Usually both. A part of Sveta did not exist now either. She wondered what it was that this woman was hiding. She wondered why she was here at all, without an invitation and throwing her weight around just to be actually invited into Haven.

>>"Why here? You seem to be trying to do some actual good with mutants and despite all my posturing I do have a soft spot for the 'grand old mission.' Haven is also practical enough to realize how to get it done. If it helps even a couple mutants from going through what I did then its worth it."

There was a soft spot indeed. Every mutant had one. Sveta observed Remy as she stared out the window. Haven was definitely a place she was looking for. Sveta had always found a home in it, and a place where she fit a lot better than among the idealistic X-men. Haven did know how to get things done. But not by all means necessary.

>>"Plus you spend long enough tearing shit down you start to wonder if you can build anything up. As much as I love guns and explosives it is more fun if you don't have to use either everyday. Builds the anticipation."

She definitely needed to meet Hunter.

>>"Maybe it is just a fancy way of telling myself I need a break. Maybe I just want a permanent address for once. Maybe I want to see if I can even function around others. F*** I dunno I ain't a psychologist."

She was not going to point out smoking was forbidden in the building. "Well, we have some of those, or so they tell me." Sveta smirked. She had never been to one herself. "So, you're a mutant. Want to tell me what your powers are?"

The woman seemed rather ambivalent to Remy, not that she blamed her one bit. She just walked into the office and asked for a job with some circumventing of security measures. It was basically an average Monday for Remy. Ah wait there was a smirk, the other ice queen did have emotions. Fun.

"Eh, if you listen to them they will just say everyone needs one." Giving a faint shrug at that and leaning over to pat the ashes of her cigarette into a potted plant with a finger flick. Now they were getting to the interesting stuff. How much to say how much to say. She mentally mulled over for a moment.

"You'd figure it out eventually if you hire me, but in a nutshell I am dead, but not. So undead. No bitch Romero zombie either. Shoot ME in the head and I will just come back, and more pissed too." Eyebrows pitching upwards a bit in obvious curiosity to how Svetlana would react. "Heck maybe zombie is a misdirection. Don't hunger for brains or anything like that. What I do hunger for.. well I only share that shit with bosses or friends. Right now you ain't either." 

>>"Eh, if you listen to them they will just say everyone needs one."

No one knew that better than Svetlana. If she had stayed at the Mansion, some counselor would have gotten to her by now. Instead, she was just power through all her issues. It was working out just fine so far. Besides, she was much more interested in what kind of a mutant this mercenary woman was.

>>"You'd figure it out eventually if you hire me, but in a nutshell I am dead, but not. So undead. No bitch Romero zombie either. Shoot ME in the head and I will just come back, and more pissed too."

Svetlana quirked an eyebrow, mirroring the woman's won expression. Oh wow. The X gene found a way around mortality, somehow. It was a little freaky to think the woman talking to her was... undead. But she was clearly not bothered by it.

>>"Heck maybe zombie is a misdirection. Don't hunger for brains or anything like that. What I do hunger for.. well I only share that shit with bosses or friends. Right now you ain't either."

Svetlana considered the information for a moment. It suddenly made one heck of a lot more sense that she would put herself in danger as a mercenary. She literally could not be killed. Sveta smirked.

"Have you ever met an adapted before?"

Remy waved a hand in distaste at the mention of adapted's. "They eat lead like the rest of them. Damned inconvenient though." She wasn't about to go into more in depth particulars on her powers with someone who was still basically an unknown in the grand scheme of things. 

"I have to say your taking the whole undead thing pretty good. Most people sort of give the ole eye boggle, unless they are judgmentally impaired somehow." Taking to roll her fingers on the arm of the chair for a moment as she thought. 

"Any other pertinent questions you would like to ask? Or am I going to get the whole don't call us we'll call you schtick?" A slow deliberate grin spreading on her face as she was actually quite amused. They could have grabbed her and tossed her out and she wouldn't have put any sort of odds on how the whole situation was going to pan out when she enacted it. 

"For what it is worth you have  my word that if ya want me to leave I will. I'll leave some contact details with your secretary on the way out and you can keep me in your little black book. " Waving a hand a bit in a lazy gesture of unconcern one way or another. She never had any particular liking of hurting people for fun and that went double for mutants. Probably somewhere triple for a smart, beautiful mutant business woman.