Bane weighs his options. Dealing the metal door would easy by ripping the door off it, but it will cause to much sounds. So, he walk over went over the vents. He stares at one fan spinning. He suddenly raps his rope around one of the fan blades. Bane tightens his grip on the rope.Using enough strength to slow the fan down enough to go step through the gap.
The fan ground to a halt, and Bane was barely able to drop in before the rope gave way - Between the power of the motor and Bane's strength, the rope didn't stand a chance. Now, he was in a ventilation duct. This was... very, very cramped for the big man, and dark. He could try to crawl to the vent he saw ahead of him about ten feet away, there was a little light coming through it, and he heard the sound of muffled conversation coming up from it. Going back up was not an option, as the rope was shredded and he had no way to turn around in such a small space. Alteratively he could very easily break out of the duct, but that would be noisy and drop him into an unknown room below.
@Breach
James Hunter
James offered a smile to JENI, though she couldn't see it. " Thank you, JENI for telling me that. I'll make sure to take it with me," he replied back to her, making sure that it was secured onto his ear carefully and precisely.
James didn't acknowledge the fact that he probably should have scouted ahead to find a guard that matched his build or was close to it.
Maybe it was to save face in the future that he wouldn't admit that he hadn't think about it. The first part of the plan had gone off without a hitch, he was able to destroy the camera so nobody would be able to see him knock out the guard. Knocking out the guard was also easy, seeing as he could use his powers against him.
James had never wished his father was Plastic Man more in any moment than right now. This wouldn't be a problem if his father was a hero who could shift his body, but alas, his father was as unknown as his mother to him. He managed to get the pants on easily and he decided to ignore the fact that he had gotten belched in his face by a man who liked garlic. He had been through worse, hell, he had slept near a corpse in Central Park. Luckily, he hadn't touched it and the cops were there long after he was gone. He looked over at Rumlow and he was grateful.... when he helped him.
It was too bad James was one as well.
He was relieved that he had found the overcoat. It was far from his worst disguise, but it was not his best either. He kept the keycard and the salty Licorice and took 1/4 of the nicotine chewing gum. " Sure, that makes sense to me. Here take some chewing gum. I think it's for nicotine addiction." He didn't wait for a response before heading for an entrance and using the keycard. " JENI, what is the number of guards employed here?"
"Official records indicate thirty seven employees with access to this facility. Since it is a twenty four hour operation and assuming 8 hour shifts, it is safe to assume there are twelve guards on shift at any one time and one supervisor." JENI replied. James did indeed find a way in and no one even looked his way as it started to snow, and those people outside started heading into various buildings. He also noticed the building that Grid-had earlier, the tall one with the area around it cleared out and two guards who weren't budging - despite the snow - in front of it.
@LuckycoolHawk9
Under guise of a guard, he'd approach the cafeteria, letting himself in as he looked for a kitchen worker and spoke.
"Hey, could I ask a favor? Could I make a quick lunch for the administrator? There's been a cock-up with the food and I'd rather the boss was just mad instead of mad and hungry."
If he managed to get it, he'd use it as his ticket towards administration, seeking a likely person who'd have access to records to the prisoners...And their subsequent cells.
One of the cooks looked at Grid and rattled off at him... "
De când avem un paznic american? Vorbește Latverian? Nu te putem înțelege. "
A couple other employees looked at him skeptically and moved off, going back to cooking.
That first cook, a woman just over six feet tall, just put her hands on her hips, waiting for him to speak in a language she could understand.
@Ringmaster
Meaghan aka Lady Mastermind
Meaghan watched the mental apparition and listened when it spoke. She couldn't hide being impressed with the power and ability it took to do this.
"This will take a moment folks, I"ll be back shortly"
She takes his arm and walks off with him.
Once they had taken a few steps, the whole area seemed to change. They were in a cozy looking room, appointed in a way that seemed very Nordic. He gestured to a low couch that sat in front of a warming fire.
"I cannot intervene in my usual fashion, because, well, even I have to admit that the ruler of this land has some remarkable magical protections. I however, have been watching his activities for some time now, at my brother's behest. My brother and I are not on the best of terms, but when he told me that Doom has designs on obtaining the Norn Stones, well, that's where it caught my attention. These stones, should he obtain them, could give him the ability to alter reality itself. Very few creatures know where the stones are hidden - I don't. If I did, well... we wouldn't be having this conversation. But I am concerned that if he works with this target of yours, he would be able to glean that information from the mind of one of the few people who do... and both I and my brother would very much want to prevent that."
He stood, changing his appearance to one that no longer pretended he wasn't who he indicated he was earlier.
"But I'm being rude. Would you like some hot cocoa, or a pastry perhaps?" A platter of such appeared between his outstretched hands and he set it on a small end table by the couch where Meaghan sat.
"The top floor of that mansion is quite unassailable, normally. However..." He drew a narrow sliver of crystal from his coat.
"This is a shattered bit of an alternate reality's Cosmic Cube. I've given it a singular purpose. To collapse all quantum instabilities around it. This will enable you to enter the top floor of the mansion, and if your spectral friend keeps it on her person, she will no longer need her treatments."
After a bit of pacing, he continued.
"Of course, this may strike you as overly generous, especially considering my dubious character. But you see, I do get something out of this. I want Sterns. Now, I know what you're thinking... Loki only wants Sterns to use him to locate the Norn Stones for himself, and while I do admit that did cross my mind, that isn't my motivation. You see, I'm dying. Slowly, to be sure as I have many healing magics at my disposal, but in my tinkering, I inadvertently exposed myself to a fairly large dose of Gamma Radiation, and it's slowly overcoming my ability to fight it off. I had my brother contact the other expert on such things in Midgard, but he flatly refused - and I cannot say I blame him. I need Sterns to purge my body of the radiation, which I know he can do. After that, I give my most sincerest oath and will even swear upon a geas to turn the man over to you. If I go in there on my own, I will most certainly attract Doom's attention instantly, and in my current weakened state, I doubt that I could overcome him. He has... as you say in Midgard... Home court advantage. So... what say you?"
@Gands
Deathstroke put his pistol away and relented. No point in wasting a bullet. "Okay oldtimer, just don't get too handsy." Deathstroke watched Mastermind take the gardener's hand and walk off. What could he possibly want to discuss? Who was that guy anyway?
Deathstroke looks towards scarecrow. "Follow me." Getting inside was rather easy, that ease Deathstroke tense. '"Doom is rather cocky, cocky enough to have such an easy hole in his security. Is he so confident that he doesn't think any enemies would want to get to someone here?''" Deathstroke had joined Ghost, taking note of the few guards and servants. "I bet every one of them is armed to the teth android."
Dr crane nods silently and follows along. He never really was a talker this trip and didn't show signs if changing soon. He did seem alert for tge record, a trained operative could see he was taking in his surroundings well. No doubt he was getting ready for trouble if it happened without giving too much away.
Even with Deathstroke nearby now The Ghost was edgy and didn't want to risk vocal or even electronic communications being intercepted.
She pauses... feeling intensely foolish she figures after a moment 'What the Hell....' and begins to concentrate very hard and very LOUDLY attempts to think-send
"Hey Mind Games Lady! I dunno if you can hear this but if you can... conference call the boys and tell them that the reason this place has Shite for security is because it doesn't need it! It's Surrounded? Penetrated? Permeated? by a field like what happened to me, so unless they fancy themselves bein' large smears of Vegemite on the floor, we need to rethink our approach..."
Loki picked up on the attempt and made sure that Meaghan 'heard' Ghost's attempt at telepathy, if only to verify his story. Meanwhile, Slade and Crane caught up to Ghost and were in a small room that passed for a security room on the bottom floor - the one guard there was easily taken out silently by Slade.
It seemed that this mission had gotten a lot more complicated. Does our team take the help of the Lord of Mischief or try to find another way to get to the top floor of the mansion?
@Cush Almighty @Drixe @Sonevar
