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Moment of Awesome: Clea Lake: A random encounter with Kevin Sydney results in Clea making a career decision.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if I take a look at the classifieds when you are done?"

Kevin flipped down the edge of the paper and looked at her over it. "You want the classifieds from the Wall Street Journal? Planning on investment banking opportunities or buying a used Lexus?"

"I have to start somewhere. Might have a front desk position. Miss Amanda gave me the idea."

"You're taking job advice from Sefton? Boy, did you mess up in a former life." He said. "Besides, I have it on reasonable authority that only old men like me look for work in the classifieds. You're supposed to go on-line and swim through all the pornography and spam to find one of those job... sites, I guess."


"Maybe I am an old soul at heart." Clea mused before taking a sip. "Well she mentioned that her work is in utter chaos as the receptionist is away on mission. I can't straight up ask her to give me the job, might need experience or something. But I do have the drive to learn the said skills are."

"Wait, Sefton offered you a job at Snow Valley? Was this during 'sniffing glue' class?"

"Well, no. Just that there is a need for it." Her orange juice was getting low and she made a hand gesture and it refilled it self. "But it was after magic class."

"So I wasn't far off. Why do you want an office job? Isn't the whole point of magic to be some kind of special master of the universe or something?" Despite his work, Kevin didn't like magic. It upended all of the rules he'd learned his entire life.

"Normalcy would be ideal in my case. My life is already crazy as it is." Clea looked over at him after staring at her glass, "Besides, I haven't settled on what I actually want to do with my life so why not start working."

"Normalcy? Working for Snow Valley?" Kevin started to laugh. He was normally dour and closed off. To have him laughing, actually laughing was out of character. "Oh Clea... it is Clea, right? You have no idea why that is so funny."

Clea couldn't but smile as he laughed. "That exciting? So there is no need for boring work like answering phones, ordering supplies, and maintaining schedules and filing?"

"You know what? I don't even know what I'm allowed to tell you. But it is not a standard office. It's a weird... for fuck's sake, Sefton mentioned it to you? Why would she do that?"

Clea shrugged, "Stress, most likely." Amanda didn't exactly tell her what the job detailed only that the office was chaotic. "What is it like?"

"Snow Valley is the espionage branch of Xavier's. It is literally our version of the CIA. Do you want to work for spies and assassins?"

"Spy-magic-mutant place. Will I learn life experience?"

"Depends how low cut your business attire is. Seriously though, come on kid. This is a weird environment. If you just want to make some money, there's better options. Joining us is putting a target on your back."

"I already have a target on my back, regardless of where I go. I have an uncle that is bent on coming to Earth dimension and destroying it. Or says the Ancient One. No better options than to be yourself. At least you don't have to hide what you are at work."

"Damn, I have to admit, that's weirder than most of our shit. But I'm holding the line on low cut tops." Kevin sipped from his cup. "Look, kid, this isn't a safe job, even if we try to keep your safe. You get that, right?"

"I see what you are saying. You go undercover, you steal information, and you get the job done. Sometimes leaving a trail of bodies behind you. I won't go as far as going on field missions, unless that is in the field descriptions somewhere. I think paper cuts would be the worry." Clea said.

"Clea, we kill people. Some of them don't deserve it, but the greater good demands it. Sometimes we do awful things. As bad as the people we kill for doing it. You want to walk into that world?"