Take Me To Church || Research, B&E
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xp_logsThe office-bound XFI looks into the missing girl and the Church, and finds plenty of examples of humanity at its finest.
"I guess being a mutant isn't necessarily a vaccine for being basic," Quentin lamented. He leaned back in his chair in the conference room where he, Lorna, and Maya were handling the research side of things for this case. He was on his phone, scrolling through Instagram, though for once not just evaluating thirst traps. "How many selfies in front of the quad or the library can someone take?"
“A lot.”
Maya rubbed a hand down her face and scrolled further down TikTok. Making a face as she got to a particularly horrible duet.
“God these people are lame.”
"Are they posting anything that could be connected to the our girl or the church? If not, move on." Lorna was looking at Facebook and hit the mother-load with Church of Humanity closed Facebook groups. "I am so glad I am not religious and if I was, would deeply be ashamed of these people right now."
Quentin set his phone down and switched to his laptop, taking to the cesspool of the Internet (Reddit) to switch focus to the so-called Church. "Well, the good news is God doesn't exist, so when they all do die, they won't be going anywhere except the ground. Assuming there's anything left of their bodies to bury once your husband is through with them. He's so hot when he's all righteously furious."
Lorna snorted a laugh. She was quite used to Quentin make comments about Alex looks by now. The one thing that did concern her was if Alex ever did cross that line. "How is going over there Maya?"
Maya had moved on from TiKToK to YouTube videos, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She typed in a typical ‘response’ posing as a noob interested in the church.
“They’ve got their own YouTube channel. Standard Evangelical stuff but maybe we can get someone to talk.”
"Won't be too hard on this subreddit," Quentin said, logging into one of the half dozen throwaways he'd made for lurking white supremacist message boards. "They won't stop talking. Post every article they find of mutant crime, making fun of accomplishments by mutants, talking about planning rallies. There's one in Baltimore next weekend if you want to take a trip down to that shit hole."
"Bleh." Lorna feigned a barf as she tabbed over to the next window as the page of the missing girl had finished downloading. "We might want two people to scoop it out. Maybe the mom will be there." She titled her head to the side. "Doesn't look like our girl was planning on running away. Some of her last tweets seem like the casual indemonstrable posts with a picture and a good motivation quote."
“I look like a good little passer, I could go. Maybe get one of the others to pretend to be my parent or older sibling?” Maya offered.
She knew her age made her a bit of a liability at times but that didn’t mean she was one all the time. Who better to do something like this then a ‘family’
Quentin shook he head as he continued scanning the messages. "You might pass as a flatscan, but they're not gonna be particularly friendly about the whole Cheyenne thing, either. Alex or Centino would be ideal to infiltrate with their whole Aryan ubermensch looks. Or Worthington, RIP. You don't want to be in the company of murderers, either. Look." He turned his computer around so the women could see the screen. A local newspaper article from bumblefuck, Idaho about a devout churchgoer convicted of murdering his mutant neighbor. He switched tabs to another article, this from central Pennsylvania, with pretty much the same story.
"He is right. Old white men like taking in younger white men, in all the different ways you are thinking." Lorna sighed and looked at Maya, "I have an inkling that you want to do more field work. I can help with that. But with this, if it had more to do with a missing person and less than a group of radicals who wish death on people like us, it would be fine.
Maya rolled her eyes at the both of them but didn’t dispute their logic. She knew they were right, even if it angered her.
“Fine. So what can I do? I think we know this is our shot, so more research seems like a waste of time.”
"A Nazi rally in Baltimore isn't gonna help us find a missing mutant girl in New York," Quentin said. "We can pass this onto the X-Spies, let them figure it out, ie, murder them or whatever. If there's something more local, we could try infiltrating that. See if they know what happened to the girl."
"We know one thing." Lorna turned away from her laptop. "Anne was not planning on disappearing."
While Sue and Bobbi look into the missing girl's anti-mutant mother.
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"I guess being a mutant isn't necessarily a vaccine for being basic," Quentin lamented. He leaned back in his chair in the conference room where he, Lorna, and Maya were handling the research side of things for this case. He was on his phone, scrolling through Instagram, though for once not just evaluating thirst traps. "How many selfies in front of the quad or the library can someone take?"
“A lot.”
Maya rubbed a hand down her face and scrolled further down TikTok. Making a face as she got to a particularly horrible duet.
“God these people are lame.”
"Are they posting anything that could be connected to the our girl or the church? If not, move on." Lorna was looking at Facebook and hit the mother-load with Church of Humanity closed Facebook groups. "I am so glad I am not religious and if I was, would deeply be ashamed of these people right now."
Quentin set his phone down and switched to his laptop, taking to the cesspool of the Internet (Reddit) to switch focus to the so-called Church. "Well, the good news is God doesn't exist, so when they all do die, they won't be going anywhere except the ground. Assuming there's anything left of their bodies to bury once your husband is through with them. He's so hot when he's all righteously furious."
Lorna snorted a laugh. She was quite used to Quentin make comments about Alex looks by now. The one thing that did concern her was if Alex ever did cross that line. "How is going over there Maya?"
Maya had moved on from TiKToK to YouTube videos, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She typed in a typical ‘response’ posing as a noob interested in the church.
“They’ve got their own YouTube channel. Standard Evangelical stuff but maybe we can get someone to talk.”
"Won't be too hard on this subreddit," Quentin said, logging into one of the half dozen throwaways he'd made for lurking white supremacist message boards. "They won't stop talking. Post every article they find of mutant crime, making fun of accomplishments by mutants, talking about planning rallies. There's one in Baltimore next weekend if you want to take a trip down to that shit hole."
"Bleh." Lorna feigned a barf as she tabbed over to the next window as the page of the missing girl had finished downloading. "We might want two people to scoop it out. Maybe the mom will be there." She titled her head to the side. "Doesn't look like our girl was planning on running away. Some of her last tweets seem like the casual indemonstrable posts with a picture and a good motivation quote."
“I look like a good little passer, I could go. Maybe get one of the others to pretend to be my parent or older sibling?” Maya offered.
She knew her age made her a bit of a liability at times but that didn’t mean she was one all the time. Who better to do something like this then a ‘family’
Quentin shook he head as he continued scanning the messages. "You might pass as a flatscan, but they're not gonna be particularly friendly about the whole Cheyenne thing, either. Alex or Centino would be ideal to infiltrate with their whole Aryan ubermensch looks. Or Worthington, RIP. You don't want to be in the company of murderers, either. Look." He turned his computer around so the women could see the screen. A local newspaper article from bumblefuck, Idaho about a devout churchgoer convicted of murdering his mutant neighbor. He switched tabs to another article, this from central Pennsylvania, with pretty much the same story.
"He is right. Old white men like taking in younger white men, in all the different ways you are thinking." Lorna sighed and looked at Maya, "I have an inkling that you want to do more field work. I can help with that. But with this, if it had more to do with a missing person and less than a group of radicals who wish death on people like us, it would be fine.
Maya rolled her eyes at the both of them but didn’t dispute their logic. She knew they were right, even if it angered her.
“Fine. So what can I do? I think we know this is our shot, so more research seems like a waste of time.”
"A Nazi rally in Baltimore isn't gonna help us find a missing mutant girl in New York," Quentin said. "We can pass this onto the X-Spies, let them figure it out, ie, murder them or whatever. If there's something more local, we could try infiltrating that. See if they know what happened to the girl."
"We know one thing." Lorna turned away from her laptop. "Anne was not planning on disappearing."
While Sue and Bobbi look into the missing girl's anti-mutant mother.
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