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ashockingbitchThey sent the Midnighter to tell her. Probably because he was the most likely to not get himself killed. "We've come up with a solution," he informed her from just inside the door of her room.
"As 'the current situation is untenable,'" Jenny said, quoting Jackson King at him. She would have thought her return from the dead would be cause for--not rejoicing, but not this wariness, this unbelonging in the team she'd forged. Also, her and her successor's last catfight had taken out half of Abu Dhabi.
"Yes." He paused for a long moment, tense like he was preparing to dive for cover. "We're shipping you off to boarding school."
"I'm a hundred and seven years old."
"Yes, but you don't look it," he pointed out.
Jenny sighed and took a long drag off her cigarette. "It sucked enough the last time around. Vienna?"
"Close. Virginia. It's called Fandom High. Very unique. You might like it." She glared. "You might not hate it utterly," he amended.
"When do I leave?"
"Soon as you're packed."
She hadn't accumulated a lot of stuff since she'd appeared in Trafalgar Square a month or so earlier, so that shouldn't take long. But. "I want an iPhone, ASAP, and I want that Barry Plodder book at least a week in advance."
"Of course."
She sighed and looked up at Midnighter, inscrutable as always behind his black leather mask. "Your team is being led by a jumped-up seven-year-old. But," she sighed, "I'm not sure I'd be a better alternative." She sighed. "Right. Boarding school it sodding well is."
"As 'the current situation is untenable,'" Jenny said, quoting Jackson King at him. She would have thought her return from the dead would be cause for--not rejoicing, but not this wariness, this unbelonging in the team she'd forged. Also, her and her successor's last catfight had taken out half of Abu Dhabi.
"Yes." He paused for a long moment, tense like he was preparing to dive for cover. "We're shipping you off to boarding school."
"I'm a hundred and seven years old."
"Yes, but you don't look it," he pointed out.
Jenny sighed and took a long drag off her cigarette. "It sucked enough the last time around. Vienna?"
"Close. Virginia. It's called Fandom High. Very unique. You might like it." She glared. "You might not hate it utterly," he amended.
"When do I leave?"
"Soon as you're packed."
She hadn't accumulated a lot of stuff since she'd appeared in Trafalgar Square a month or so earlier, so that shouldn't take long. But. "I want an iPhone, ASAP, and I want that Barry Plodder book at least a week in advance."
"Of course."
She sighed and looked up at Midnighter, inscrutable as always behind his black leather mask. "Your team is being led by a jumped-up seven-year-old. But," she sighed, "I'm not sure I'd be a better alternative." She sighed. "Right. Boarding school it sodding well is."
