At Detention Center Prime...
James Hunter
" Hey, it's okay, JENI. It's better this way that we don't break anything. Bane, if you want to go and try to break in, you may. I have a different approach I want to take," he replied, taking off on his bike. He would go to the nearest corner of the facility and subtly use his powers to knock a guard unconscious and blow up the camera ( before hand) . If he was successful in this, he would turn back to the area where the destroyed camera was and attempt to change into the guard's clothes.
"There is a detachable earpiece in the helmet, James, if you wish my remote assistance." JENI replied.
Since James didn't spend too much time choosing a target, he didn't have the prime choice in guards.
There are two kinds of folks who become security guards. One type are physically fit, primed for their job, and more alert.
This was the other kind. A bit older, less attentive, and out of shape. It wasn't a problem to knock out the camera or the guard, but there were other difficulties. Crossbones had gotten out of the van and taken the helmet and escorted the bike back to the van while Bulwark was working on disguising himself as the guard.
The guard who probably outweighed him by almost a hundred pounds at an inch or two shorter than James. The pants fit, provided he cranked the belt all the way up to the last notch. The shirt... well it was
very tucked in, and he had a hard time getting it off of the Latverian guard, who actually belched in James' face as he was being disrobed, though he stayed unconscious. Apparently this man really liked garlic, from the smell of that belch and of the clothes. Crossbones eventually came to help him bind and hide the guard, but he did wait until James had been belched at first.
Rumlow was an asshole.
The only saving grace of this whole plan was the overcoat. It hid how horribly the clothes fit, and it contained
- Half a package of nicotine chewing gum
- A full package of Salty Licorice bites
- And most importantly, a keycard
Rumlow looked over at Bulwark. "I'm gonna stay here in case we need a fast getaway - someone needs to."
@LuckycoolHawk9
It was time for the Foot Clan to do what it did best.
And Grid was one of their very best as he moved into position. With climbing claws and shoes, he ascended the wall like a spider, rapidly as he moved as quick as possible, staying out of the view of the guards. Next, once in position he'd stare and scan for any kind of lone guard or staff member. Anyone he could ideally take out and disguise himself to move about the grounds with more freedom.
He could only hope the rest of his team were doing well.
It appeared the two members who disagreed the most early on had similar ideas on how to infiltrate. Grid, however, was watching for single guardsmen who fit his rough height and weight. The guard was no match for a Foot Ninja and didn't have a chance to raise an alarm. Grid bound the hapless guard with gear he carried as standard equipment, ditching the unconscious man in a trash dumpster before emerging to resume his patrol.
What caught his eye was that one building that had two guards who didn't move from it. The rest of the place seemed more like a school or workplace than a prison. The building was a three story square, a good 30 feet on each side of the building was clear of pretty much anything, as if it had been purposely evacuated. For a Foot Ninja though, the five story main building about 50 feet away from that tower wouldn't be outside of his ability to enter the other building via rooftop, if that was his desire.
Other than that, it really did look like it was a vocational school in a way. He was reminded of his early training.
There was an obvious administration building, "Prison Blocks" that were more like motel rooms, and several buidings that looked like they were for various trades, as well as a garden area that was being worked, and a cafeteria, which even from here smelled amazing.
Where would he go?
@Ringmaster
Bane nods and steps into the shadows of the building. He attaches his rope to his belt and to the knife while walking along the shadow. He travels across the shadow walls and stops. He throws the knife until it hooks around a piece of metal from high of the building. He tugs and when it does not comes lose he starts climbing up.
Bane managed to get on top of one of the lower buildings along the edge of the facility. This one, from the noises he heard inside, sounded like either a metal shop or automotive workshop. There was a metal door, locked, that provided roof access, and several rooftop fans, blowing warm air up out of the building and causing steam in the chilly Latverian air.
Where would Bane go?
@Breach
***
At the Mansion...
"Perfectly harmless, I totally believe you." In a single motion, Slade pulled free his handgun and pointed at the gardener. "Old man I'm giving you one chance, walk off the property and come back tomorrow." Slade's finger was on the trigger. "I will kill you and not even give it a second thought. Don't make your grandkids cry. Be smart."
@Breach @LuckycoolHawk9 @Ringmaster
Meaghan
Lady Mastermind sends telepathically to Slade...
" This isn't real. Further, a depiction of a character who was thought of as wise. Let me deal with it, "
She turns then to the old man.
" Hello, you speak excellent English good Sir. What wisdom would you dispense here ? "
Dr Crane stays back with his gas mask.And bandoleer of has grenades equipped he felt he would a bit to odd looking for casual conversation.
If the old man was not supernatural, then he was Very good... or both supernatural and good, to get the drop on them like that. The old man must be a gatekeeper, or a distraction, something to occupy intruders. This is why she did not go with her first instinct and line up a shot with the tech rifle. She had not field tested it yet anyway so better not to use it whilst other options were available. Instead she chose to use the old man's distraction to her own advantage and moved off to begin scouting the team's objective.
He looked right down the barrel of that gun, and laughed. "Why, you are certainly well versed in dispensing excellent threats and intimidation. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to decline your offer, because you see, I'm not actually here, and your bullet would do nothing but possibly alert the actual guardians of this place. Why don't you and your other masked companion join your spectral comrade and break into that mansion? That is what you are here for, isn't it? The lady and I have something to discuss..."
@Cush Almighty @Drixe
He turned to Meaghan. "Dear, I appreciate your skills immeasurably. I will explain my reason for being here, even though I treat that secret
as guarded and I have to be
low key with my presence... if you catch my drift. We do need to speak with each other, as I have important information to dispense, but if you decline, you may find this endeavor of yours to be a bit more tricky."
He extended his arm for her to take. "Shall we?"
Infiltrating...
The Ghost found the way in fairly easy to gain with her abilities, and the security system, while adequate, was nowhere near as complex as what she'd previously defeated in Dr. Pym's laboratory. She'd find it quite simple to find that there were only a couple of actual guards, and a handful of servants on the bottom floor of the mansion, with the top floor having no surveillance at all and the entire floor resonating a field she recognized, somewhat. It was sort of like the Quantum energy that kept her... cohesive, but in reverse. Were she to try to enter that place alone without disabling that field - something she'd yet to find a place to attempt that in her first look - she or anyone else but she especially, would be scattered across the Quantum Realm like so much dandelion fluff.
She did however, make it very easy for Slade and Crane to join her in her initial infiltration...
@Sonevar
@Cush Almighty @Drixe @Gands @Sonevar
