Interview with The League

Disclaimer: See Part 1

Author's Notes: Ok, so its been a while since I last wrote, but I've had a ton of work to keep up with at college, got my Assignment coming up tomorrow. not good. If my grammar and stuff isn't up to scratch let me know so I can change it. Thanks and enjoy this chapter!

Dorian walked back out of the Conference Room. Skinner stood up. "How was it?" He asked, curiously.

Dorian just gave a bored smile. "How do you think Mr Skinner?" He said, not really giving him a proper answer.

Skinner watched as Dorian headed towards the pine door, and he frowned, wondering where Dorian was headed.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay?" Skinner asked yet again.

Dorian sighed "I've got better things to do." He stated, then headed out of the room.

The League's heads turned as their Interviewer, Marion, walked out of her room, with her trusty clipboard.

"I am to Interview Rodney Skinner…is he present?" She asked, not seeing him. Then, from out of nowhere, Skinner grabbed her behind, causing Marion to yelp in surprise, just as Mina had done so before when they were in Mongolia.

"You can call me Skinner, or Rodder's, whichever you like." Skinner said, obviously stating that he was here.

Marion nodded, her eyes glanced about trying to locate were Skinner was standing. "If you'd follow me, Mr Skinner.." She instructed, but Skinner was already there, busy applying greasepaint to his face so that Marion could see where he was at.

"I'm already there.." Skinner called down to her.

Marion turned around to see a now visible Skinner sitting at the seat were Dorian was sat before, and she smiled, rather liking this invisible man. Tom grinned, watching his actions.

"Remember Skinner, tell her all your adventures!" Tom yelled down to him.

Skinner nodded "Of course I will Kiddo!"Skinner yelled back before the door was closed.

Marion once again took her seat at her desk, applying ink at the tip of her quill. She took out some paper, that had questions written down neatly, and proceeded to ask Skinner the questions.

" I have read that an invisible man like yourself must wear greasepaint in order to be visible. How many pots of it would you say you used on average?" She asked.

Skinner smiled through his greasepaint "Well…it does depend on our missions and calls to be visible, but I would say that I use one pot of it a day. Two if I get desperate.." Skinner informed her.

Marion nodded and began to write his response. Skinner looked around seeing a bottle of whisky on a nearby desk. He got up and took the bottle, unscrewing it and taking a drink. Marion just smiled, she never liked whisky anyway.

"How many times have you conveniently been invisible when paying a restaurant bill?" She asked, this was a tough one.

Skinner's smile had turned into a big grin. "Oh I stay invisible all the time. Free meals do come in handy." He replied, then took a glass and filled it with the drink.

Marion didn't look up, she was too busy writing all of what Skinner had told her. A few minutes passed and Marion moved to the next question.

"When you have some free time away from the League, what do you do?" She asked, a question like this was sure to provide a good response, especially if it was coming from Skinner.

"Well, I do lots of things…but, I really love going down to the beaches and causing havoc with the tourists. Did you know my speciality is kicking down little kids sandcastles, and creeping up on people then squirting sun cream all over them..I get a good kick out of it, really I do." Skinner replied, his cockney accent thick in his voice. As Usual.

Marion laughed as he explained what he done, and she made sure that she got every last detail of that written down.

"What do you do if you are allowed out at night?" Marion asked him, finally looking up from her papers.

Skinner laughed at the memories. "Well, usually I go to nightclubs. And drink all the exotic cocktails, well, the ones I can afford. Then I start talking to myself about how I joined the league, and sometimes I get depressed about it all. When I go back to the Nautilus I tend to sleep walk into Mina's cabin, thinking it was mine, and I can cause quite a stir." Skinner explained, thinking back when he was drunk and had mistaken Mina's cabin for his own.

Marion nodded, scribbling away at her paper "I'm sure she was very angry Mr Skinner" She said, then she came to the last question.

"What song best describes you. Do you think?" She asked him.

Skinner thought for a moment "Oh it's got to be that song by the Yardbirds, you know, Mr Saboteur.." He said, unlike Dorian, Skinner had no intent of singing out aloud.

Marion smiled again, she had liked that song and it did remind her of Skinner, now that she had questioned him in person she could see how he related himself to it. Marion filed her papers away, turned around to thank him, but too late..

..Skinner was gone..

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Author's notes - Sawyer is up next, please R/R!