Email to Doug.

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To: Doug
From: Marie-Ange
Subject: A favour.

Could you please walk out of your server room, down to Mark's desk with the pretense of some kind of errand and check for me what he is wearing today?

I want to be sure I am not hallucinating.

E-mail to Marie

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to: [D'Ancato, Marie]
from: [Kane, Garrison]

Hey babe,

Yes, I'm still alive. My cellphone died a couple of days ago, so I just got your message today. Walt keeps suggesting that I get an iPhone, which is really his way of saying that I should bring one up from the States and then lose it in the first week so he can take it.

Haven't seen the outside of Department H since I arrived. Director Colcord is in a particularly foul mood. I think his contacts have whispered something about the space laser to him, and since I won't confirm it, he's trying to strong arm more information out of me. Heather and Minister MacDonald know I'm hiding something to do with my injuries, and they're not particularly happy with me either. I picked up an application for Harvey's just in case.

Seriously though, I don't know if I'll be coming back. By not telling the Canadian government, I'm violating my oath and a couple of laws. If it comes down to it, withholding information is more than enough reason for them to terminate my role as a liasion. Technically, they might even remove me as an RCMP officer, although I doubt that. Japan could very well have been my last trip in the leathers.

Speaking of trips, there's a conference in Japan in a couple of weeks they're shipping me off to. All about mutants and the modern school system. A bunch of the specialists from the Gamma Flight initiative have been invited to talk about the Canadian program, and I'm getting shipped along as window dressing. I saw Xavier's listed on the endorsements, so I'll keep an eye out for the school there.

In any case, I'm talking with Joseph again. About Magneto and the situation. Can't say I'm any happier about it, but at least he's providing some kind of perspective. Who knows? Maybe I'll even have my head together next time I see you.

Love,

Garrison

Email to Mark

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To: [cat with the cream]
From: [cat with curiosity]

Subject: You're holding out on me

You only ever look as pleased with yourself as you are right now when you've gotten some. Did you go out last night and pick up?

A.