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Currently in one of the holding cells is one Amadeus Cho, a young man of eighteen years who is being held for questioning. No one's been keen on separating him and his coyote puppy, Kirby, so far. A tennis ball is rolled to the puppy who starts chasing it around the cell and batting at it. He doesn't seem to be terribly threatening now and is probably just waiting for a debrief and such before he's allowed to at least roam a little. Still, he doesn't seem unhappy in the cell or terribly worried for the moment.
Kirby, the little grey fuzzball, is yipping excitedly as he bats the ball to move faster and then tries to tackle it. It seems to get away from him more than anything.
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Miles heads in looking a little tired. He reaches up to adjust his glasses with his middle finger before leaning near the cells. "Morning Cho." he greets, inclining his head politely to the teen. It's worth noting that he has some sort of bracelet strapped around each of his wrists, and from the slight outline under his jacket it's safe to assume he's armed as well. "Manage to get any sleep in there?"
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"It was alright," Amadeus admits, with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He's dressed in a SHIELD jumpsuit at the moment, his high-tech suit having been confiscated. He does give a bit of a salute to Miles, though and manages a smile. "Just waiting to see what happens next. I hope my cooperating helps my case. So it's Morales, right?" A tilt of his head is given and he considers the man for a long moment.
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"That's right." Miles nods slightly. He crosses his arms over his chest, "I don't have anything to do with all that myself, so I couldn't tell you one way or the other. But between us," he glances around before lowering his voice in a conspiring manner. "things would probably smooth over better if you tried to become an agent. Hear you've got one hell of a head on your shoulders, sure the agency wouldn't object to having that kind of resource at their disposal."
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Cho lifts an eyebrow at Miles at the suggestion of becoming an agent. At first he starts to say something, but the notion does give him pause and at least some consideration. "I suppose it could be worse, but being allowed to could be a bit of a longshot." He clears his throat then and briefly watches the puppy chasing the ball around. "It's a potential outcome, yeah. I am hoping I get to work within the system to help change it. The world's kind of a fucked-up place right now." He exhales then, giving the other man a look of mild exaspiration.
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"What better way to make an impact than by becoming a field agent though. I mean, you won't get any credit for it, but it's better to work from the dark than not do anything at all." Miles lifts his shoulders in a slight shrug. "It's something to think about, at least."
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"You're going to make me exercise, aren't you?" Amadeus asks with his brows vaulted just a little bit. "It's a decent notion and the one that will most likely yield the better outcome, /but/ I can't expect they're going to know what to do with someone my age that can…" He gestures towards Miles a bit then. "Do what I do. Does that make sense? The typical reaction to talented people these days seems to be fear and suspicion. And it isn't that I don't understand where that comes from either. I think that preconceived notions combined with actions I took to help someone who saved me and, I daresay, a friend…have poisoned the well just a bit."
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Miles nods slowly as Amadeus talks, and suddenly isn't there anymore. When he speaks again his voice is coming from the other side of the cell, "SHIELD prefers picking up individuals with abilities or enhancements." He flickers back into view. "So you wouldn't be too out of place with your abilities. In fact, it's probably a warmer welcome than you'll get at any other job."
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When Miles fades out of view for that moment before coming back, Cho can't see the datastreams quite. He's been too long without a proper meal of entirely too much junk food. Instead, he goes based off of what he already knows of theoretical physics. "Rendering yourself invisible to photons," he says, at a guess. "Is that the clothes or something you can just do? Are you a mutant?" Not that he minds either way, of course, as might be indicated on his expression. Amadeus Cho is clearly just a really intellectually curious young man.
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"It's not the clothes, and I'm not a mutant. But it is something I can just do, among other things." Miles informs Amadeus. "SHIELD is an equal opportunity employer, minorities, mutants, and people who happen to be able to do extraordinary things because of freak accidents. You could probably land a job in the science division, or use those smarts as a field agent."
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"Ugh. I'd hate being cooped up in a lab all the time," Amadeus says with a bit of a sneer on his lips. Distaste definitely is conveyed by his expression. "Oh, I'm completely human as far as anyone can tell. No genetic anomolies or anything like that. My mind is just…what it is. I need just…mountains of food, but I can do a lot with my big brain." A smile quirks at the corners of his lips having said that. "I can do labs sometimes, but I kinda' got used to the adventuring. Way more fun."
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"Can't blame you there, I'm more of an outside person myself. Don't care to be stuck inside, I'd be very unhappy if I ever got myself stuck in a cell." Miles gives his head a slight shake. "Though I doubt most cells could hold me if I decided I'd rather be somewhere else."
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"Oh, I could have gotten out yesterday," Cho says with a grin. "Like I told Agent Wilson. Every thirty minutes, five seconds, and fifteen nanoseconds there's a power flux in the magnetic locks used to seal the door. If one were to provide exactly point three pounds of physical pressure to the door at just the right moment, one could ease the locking mechanism out without engaging the redundant mechanism."
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With a grin then, Cho shrugs his shoulders. "I just figure cooperating is better. It was going to catch up with me sooner or later."
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"Trying to escape would be a /very/ bad idea." Miles informs Cho. "Lot of unknown variables, wouldn't be worth making a run for it, just end up in a cell with even heavier security." He seems confident about that. "Probably wouldn't help your case much either."
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"Exactly," Cho says with a nod of his head. "People do the honorable thing as a means of self-preservation as much as they do to show society they can indeed be trusted." There's a quirk of a brow then and he lets out a short laugh. "I don't know. Even if I made it out the door, it would be right back to dodging hitmen and bounty hunters. Who wants to keep doing that? Besides, the best way to gain knowledge and information is to work for an intelligence agency."
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"And that isn't any kind of life to live. So, just think on it." Miles says straightening himself up and turning to head out. "Unfortunately I have some work to attend to. Sure somebody will get in touch with you soon enough."
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"Yeah, I'll think on it," Amadeus says, dipping his head in a nod to Miles as the agent starts to turn to head out. "Yeah, I've given it a lot of thought. I just hope that they let me use my mind for some good. Not just…weapons." There's a thin smile then and a lift of his hand to wave after Miles. "Take it easy, Agent Morales."
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"You too. Well, as easy as you can in a cell." Miles calls back over with a grin. "I'll be sure to swing back around when I'm free."
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