Reagan Wynegard
aka Lady Mastermind

"Far be it for me to act professional here, or worse, agree in any way with Mister Crossbones Boss, but... perhaps a brief report is in order for what the people on our team can and will do? I can start... "

"I can force most minds to go through a reality check. For example, I can convince the average mind to believe what I tell it to believe. I tell victim A, that he is making love to yours truly.. because ... he wants that right ? or maybe I convince him that pretty Bulwark is his thing.. either way he spends the next half hour or so stuck in that reality. Sometimes it can be worse of course. Think of burning alive, drowning, or having your senses cut off. "

" Now the risk for me, in Latveria there are lot of robots. Which is a weak spot for me. Doom himself, is a legendary, iconically powerful individual, on his home turf. As for our target, I worry about having to affect a brain that big. "

"Now my last worry of course, is the lot of you. Thus my agreement with * points at Crossbones * him.. knowing what our specialties are will help us function as a team. Some of you have remarkably little humanity left. Others simply never started with any. It is in fact surprising which of you I find worthy of the most trust. I find in a dangerous group mission like this, I am forced to rely at times on my team mates because of my lack of physical abilities comparatively. "

"So there it is, I put mine on the proverbial table, unless the boss man wants to tell us himself, lets hear what the rest of you folks can do in a pinch hmm ? "

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"I know the goddamned Foot Clan, I thought you all were like Sieg Heil to that motherfucker with the spiked armor? How the fuck did you get here?" He directed at Grid.

Grid had woke up early and prepared the next day, with a duffle bag of expendable assets. A change of clothing and some face paints and various sundries mostly, which he applied to his features. The result ensured his scars were hidden, the distinctive pattern where he got his nickname now obscured in a way that should fool most high tech scanners. At the question directed to him, his expression revealed nothing of his inner thoughts.

But from his sleeve, the trophy he had aquired activated as serrated claws twelve inches tall popped out. Quietly, but distinctive he spoke aloud in a tone of respect and hidden admonishment.

"The Master is Worthy. Please be so kind as to not refer to Him as such within my earshot."


The claws retracted and Grid seemed to have said all he would, until he continued surprisingly enough.

"I was taken by Waller in Blackgate. After my short-lived stint with Anarchy and the Batgirl. I was curious and the chance to exchange blows with the Bats was deemed price enough. Before that? I was in New York City, involved in the Paradise incident."

And the invisible, alien monster that stalked New York City for a time. That went unsaid as he added.

"I will kill without hesitation if need be and am used to working in a group. My techniques are not as head-on as some of you here, but I am experienced. I also am decidedly...Low tech in my equipment and techniques." He admitted as he looked at them and spoke.
 
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James Hunter/Bulwark

James rolled his eyes. " To answer you, kinetic control, kinetic resistance, kinetic absorption and vibration control. Or to put it in simpler terms, I can make small explosions and act as a human shield or alternatively, a human sponge, though it works better when I'm just being a shield. Sponging is a lot more difficult to do as it leaves me incredibly vunerable. Oh and enhanced senses on touch. I also can lock pick, know how to use slider of hand at master level along with pick-pocketing, some very mnior hacking ability. So, that's my powers. Also, have a small knowledge of guns, though I prefer to not use them."

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Dr crane shrugs and says "just a gas mask, with a little microphone in it. It simply allows me to speak in the oh so special tone that they use in the horror films. I find it helps with the fear gas i'm carrying. I find that keeping things simple is more effective then you'd think".
 
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Mastermind explaining her abilities were insightful, knowing the limits of her mind. "Relax, I don't expect to come into contact with Victor Von Doom." Grid was a simple one, kept his tech low and gear light. He was trained to move silently and kill without hesitation. "I like that mentality. You ever think of being a mercenary? Better than running the roofs of New York for free." Slade knew of Bulwarks abilities, however, he never got to see much of them. "We could use you for demolition." Slade knew Crane method was simple, capable of causing one's worst fears to take form. Scarecrow has left many men broken forever without ever touching them.

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The Ghost raises her head, she flickers in and out, slightly but rapidly, as she is not about to waste what doses of stabilizer that she was allotted on trivial things like personal comfort or talking. Her soft but seemingly cultured accent comes through quite literally broken..
"I am"
"trained in"
"Infil-"
"-tration"
"and / or"
"assassin-"
"otherwise"
"it is -"
"-st to pre-"
"-end I'm"
"not even"
"-ere at all"

Her head then lowers to resettle her gaze downward.

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Grid was a simple one, kept his tech low and gear light. He was trained to move silently and kill without hesitation. "I like that mentality. You ever think of being a mercenary? Better than running the roofs of New York for free."

"The Master is Worthy." Was his simple reply and perhaps that explained more than it should have. Those inducted in the cults of Ninja clans generally did so with an eye to loyalty. From Ras Al Ghul and his League, to the mystical Hand and the Foot Clan, all of them had their own rituals that assured their utter devotion. For the Foot Clan, it was simpler than most.

Their members were cared for, raised from the gutter and given something to take pride in. Their families were cared for, they were given brothers and sisters who would aid them in whatever thing they deemed. Moreover, they would perform acts their own leaders would likewise join in alongside them and such foundations created fanaticism. The Foot Clan to the genin were not a mere clan.

They were family.

And their Master was Sensei, Father figure and Mentor all in one.

Killing in his name was the least they could do for him and they did. And then Grid elucidated.

"Even with this bomb in my neck, there is only ever one Master for me. And Waller is not it. She has my skills, but not my loyalty and this she knows well. She is not Worthy."
 
Bane is prepared his gear for the mission. His mask has a micro fibers that allow to filter gases. He is not worry if he gets hit with the fear gase, if near it’s radius. Anything he would see because of the gase would do nothing to Bane. He has face and seen worse when he was a mere child. He is unbreakable and he does the breaking. He hears Grid answer. He turns and says, “I can respect those that have that commitment. Others say they are loyal, until they face something to test it. I see your experiences has forge you into something that will not turn you away from your master.” Bane turn to the rest of the group and speaks, “You all know what I can do. Any tasks needed I will be able to do. Anything in my way will be broken by my hands.”

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14 hours later...

"We've just landed, folks. Unbundle your gear, and load it in the truck. I have to be wheels up as soon as I refuel, I have another stop to make." the ARGUS pilot announced over the PA, as one of the two flight attendants opened the hatch and two locals rolled the stairs up to it. It was pitch black in the middle of the night, and very few lights were about, which made the sky an amazing sight.

About 20 yards away sat a very beat up looking military transport truck, the kind where the bed is covered with roll bars and canvas. The sound of it being started up - twice before it caught, and the rough idling drove the point home, they better get to it before that decomissioned Slovakian transport drove its last mile.

"No worry about truck. Is good truck." The driver assured in a thick accent.

Once they loaded themselves up, the driver spoke again. "Is not far. Take you to Jurubiţă. Very close now."

He couldn't speak English well, but apparently he could exaggerate. Very close now turned out to be about 40 minutes of rough roads and three times where the engine of the old jalopy killed and he had to pop the hood and bang on the battery with a wrench to get it started again.

Eventually they were led to what looked like a small cotton plantation, and after being unloaded from the truck, Skein stepped out of the house.
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"Ai facut o treaba buna. Du-te în orașul următor și cumpăra o băutură .." She said to the driver, who smiled and drove off, the truck backfiring all the way.

"This way, inside please..." She gestured them in.

This... was far nicer. The place was decorated with fine carpets, tapestries, and the most amazing upholstered furniture they'd ever seen.
"Your rooms are upstairs, there are three of them. I do not care how you divide yourself among them. For now, I am going to sleep. It is three in the morning. I can escort you tomorrow afternoon to the border - in a better transport than Jeorges."

Now, the group had just rested, because of the long trip. They could plan, or they could just try to sleep again and adjust their schedules...


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Reagan Wyngarde aka Lady Mastermind

Reagan stayed somewhat conscious during the trip sleeping during the flight a bit. On any encounter, she checked briefly the mind of the person or persons they met. This ensured at least for herself a sense of safety. She did not for the moment pay much attention to her team mates.

During the rough truck trip she likewise didn't do much, occasionally observing the countryside during the few "fix the truck " moments along the road. She had brought very little to keep herself occupied.

When the vehicle reached it's destination, she decided to find one of the rooms upstairs. She mentally glanced at the odd enhanced woman, assuring the usual non enemy status. She took her stuff upstairs, not really caring if someone shared a room at this point, intending to get a few hours sleep.
 
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[Mood Music]

Latveria. As far out of wheelhouse of Grid as Daredevil was to Galactus. This was the domain of Doom himself and by all accounts, feared and respected even as his Master was in the circles he traversed. It didn't matter so much, the ninja securing himself a room with a window that faced the road. Someplace for him to ensure he could see anything coming along that direction as he placed three arrows to lean against the wall next to the window, as well as his shortbow(unstrung). His preparations done, Grid placed his feet upon the bed and his hands upon the floor as he began to do push ups.

Again and again, in a tireless rhythm as he exhaled and prepared himself for what was to come. He had rested enough.

Now, he would prepare to kill if need be. He'd work himself intensely, and would only stop for a break as he'd shower and then come down, securing himself something to eat...Whatever was there at least for it.
 
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James Hunter/Bulwark

James had slept possibly two hours during their fourteen hour flight, and it wasn't for lack of trying. It was more that he didn't do well on planes, not that he would ever admit. God, he hadn't eaten, but that seemed minor now. He would ride in the truck and when Skein arrived,, he tried to not stare. What was it with female heroes and villains wearing next to nothing? He wasn't sure- but he didn't want to comment on it. He needed sleep. " I'm going back to sleep, let me know the plane in the morning, Slade. Oh yes, let me know what to set my phone alarm too so I don't oversleep," he added, waiting for answers. Once he got them, he would climb the stairs and find one of the rooms and just fall asleep on the floor, using his backpack as a pillow.

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Dr crane slept well on the plane, as someone who has been through more then a few prison riots he was used to the noise and such. The truck ride was a bit more uncomfortable but he didn't seem to flustered by it. In all he rarely spoke during the trip. Whether it was due to no one wanting to speak to him or him being a loner it wasn't clear. When he got to the house he was more lively and took a room at random. Putting a kettle of tea on he asked "anyone care for some tea?". His tone was friendly and chipper due to his rest, but to some to did seem unsettling.
 
The following morning, after a traditional Romanian breakfast of eggs scrambled with bacon, tara paine, cold cuts, cucumber and tomatoes. And the strongest damned coffee any of them had ever seen...

"We are taking a bobtail truck to the border. You will all be in the back of the truck. I will get you into Latveria proper, I have done this before for SHIELD and for MI:6. Two men will open the truck to unload it."

She slammed down her hand on the table and when she lifted it, there were two rolls of currency. Latverian from the looks of it with Doom's face staring out from the rolls at them. "You give one of these to each of the men. Do not kill them, they are on my payroll. They will then just leave the building. Whatever is in that building you may use to equip yourselves for the rest of your infiltration. I will have returned to Romania by that point. When you exit, you will be not far from the capital city of Latveria, Doomstadt. I have uploaded to all of your mobile devices the map of that town. In the center is the palace, which is almost certainly where your target resides. Merely return to that same building you left if you manage to get out covertly... overtly? Call ARGUS and pray. Any questions?"

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"None." Replied the ninja as he enjoyed his breakfast in otherwise silence, though always with an eye on his comrades.
 
James Hunter/Bulwark

" Unlike our good teammate who likes to not ask questions, I do have a few queries. What shall we expect to find in the morning? Outside of the guards we are bribing, is there anyone else in the area we are entering that might wish to assist us or are we entirely on our own? But most importantly, how much longer until we leave?"


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The plane ride went by smoothly, no hiccups, plenty of time to rest before the fun. Been some years since Slade was last in Latveria. He also spent his time getting drunk to help him stay knocked out. On arrival, they were introduced to their driver. He drove a garbage car on its final legs. The man driving the car had faith in his junker, Slade not too much. Once they arrived at the plantation and went inside they were greeted with a pleasant surprise.

Before them stood the biggest honeypot head seen in awhile. Pretty woman and mission never went well together. He followed her inside and said nothing to her. The house was in fantastic condition, well decorated with carpets and furniture to good for inmates like them. He went upstairs and took a room.

The next morning he was awakened for breakfast. Slade stuck to just the bacon and eggs and his cups of coffee. Hearing the game plan it all sounded pretty usual to him. Slade didn't want to cross path with Victor. Doom was not to play with, especially in his territory. Doom was ruthless, a man who could look Galactus in his face and call him an ant. He was an egomaniac with the power to back it all up. "Why do we have to go to that palace?" He asks rhetorically while facepalming. "Doubt the Latverian fuck is going to walk out the palace for coffee and donuts."

As he drunk his bitter black coffee he decided to remind his team to keep quiet. "No matter what you guys do, don't get caught. Kill a guy, at least hid the body. Please don't ruin this for me. Doom is a psychopath. Pray to your God he doesn't catch us." Slade wasn't scared of Victor Von Doom, he just wasn't an idiot. Vandal Savage once told him that if Doom lived couple hundred years earlier, he'd been fighting for control of Europe with.
 
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Reagan was surprised she woke up with no incident during the night. She gave herself a quick shower & dressed, heading down for breakfast. Further surprised that their glorious leader seemed to have second thoughts about their task. Not so much surprised that he had second thoughts but that he chose to express them. She didn't disagree with those expressed thoughts. That being said, she kept quiet and ate her breakfast. No caffeine though, didn't need her nerves more jittery than was already going to be the case.

She listened as Bulwark expressed his questions. Intelligent and without rancor or humor. Professional she supposed.
 
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Bane thinks very intently and says,” Doom is very intelligent. I doubt he does not know someone is coming. He would make sure that building will be ready. We need to be prepared. Also, Do not forget he can make machines so human like that you won’t even tell one from the real thing. He might have set up a doppelgänger of our target. We need to make sure our target is real.”
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The Ghost had dosed herself before getting on the plane, no sense in having a random flicker and a 35,000 foot fall. She seemed awake on the plane but was actually in a "hunter's doze", a trick she had read about in a book and took to practicing. To simple questions she would nod or shake her head, but otherwise maintained her quasi-awake doze. She made no comment on the truck ride as this team seemed to have it's own mouthpieces, which suited her fine. As sleeping arrangements were discussed she found a spot of floor and curled up on it, being used to a bare cot or worse most of her existence. In the morning she grabbed breakfast quickly and scurried back to her spot on the floor with her bounty, scarfing it quickly so that she could wipe her hands and do a quick check on her gear. At one point she took a dose of treatment out of her bag and injected it, although she went to great pains to hide this from the sight of the others.

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