MACUSA's liaison
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Jackson Graves grabbed Jones by the collar and pulled him aside, tossing a short 'I got this' wave to Constitution. "Jones, you wouldn't want her mad at you; she's not averse to keelhauling folk if she's pushed."
"And just what would you know, Graves?" Jones snapped, jerking free.
Gravedigger grinned and shrugged. "Better'n to antagonize Ol' Ironsides without cause, for a start. The last poor bastard that tried jammin' Constitution up was me, over her stealin' cable. It ain't end well." His southern accent was on full display.
"All the same we've got a job to do; that No-Maj-" Jones checked up as Graves grabbed his wrist.
"Jones, has Anderson there been facin' the same direction this whole time?"
"Yes, he has."
"He ain't turned around? Not nary a bit?"
"Not once. Your point?"
"Well, if he's been lookin' away this whole time, then he obviously hasn't seen anything he ought not, eh? So put your wand away and go report all's well, Rookie."
After Jones toddled off to make his report, Jackson adjusted his denim jacket and walked over to Anderson. "Nice view, eh?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Jackson Graves, formerly of First o' the Seventy-Fifth. Connie can vouch for me. You ain't see shit?"
"Not a thing."
"Fair'nuff. Have a good one, Soldier. Give my regards to the Lobster Boats, and keep your powder dry."
Graves walked back to his post and shrugged. "Helluva day, bein' MACUSA's 'liaison' to Constitution..."
Jackson Graves grabbed Jones by the collar and pulled him aside, tossing a short 'I got this' wave to Constitution. "Jones, you wouldn't want her mad at you; she's not averse to keelhauling folk if she's pushed."
"And just what would you know, Graves?" Jones snapped, jerking free.
Gravedigger grinned and shrugged. "Better'n to antagonize Ol' Ironsides without cause, for a start. The last poor bastard that tried jammin' Constitution up was me, over her stealin' cable. It ain't end well." His southern accent was on full display.
"All the same we've got a job to do; that No-Maj-" Jones checked up as Graves grabbed his wrist.
"Jones, has Anderson there been facin' the same direction this whole time?"
"Yes, he has."
"He ain't turned around? Not nary a bit?"
"Not once. Your point?"
"Well, if he's been lookin' away this whole time, then he obviously hasn't seen anything he ought not, eh? So put your wand away and go report all's well, Rookie."
After Jones toddled off to make his report, Jackson adjusted his denim jacket and walked over to Anderson. "Nice view, eh?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Jackson Graves, formerly of First o' the Seventy-Fifth. Connie can vouch for me. You ain't see shit?"
"Not a thing."
"Fair'nuff. Have a good one, Soldier. Give my regards to the Lobster Boats, and keep your powder dry."
Graves walked back to his post and shrugged. "Helluva day, bein' MACUSA's 'liaison' to Constitution..."