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Post by Owari on Aug 3, 2016 18:09:30 GMT
It was a cool, pleasant night. The air coming off the water was a welcome reprieve from the heat of the day. The full moon, lent it's light...casting everything in it's pale glow. The docks were eerily silent, only the bell from a nearby buoy made any noise, but even that was rather silent. The only other noises were what as going on inside one of the big warehouses. Someone was up to something, by the lights on inside, and the slight noises coming from it. It was a quarter past midnight, far to late for anything legal to be going on. Then again illegal activity, loved the night life. Something about the dark, perpetuated the myth of shady dealings and illicit activities. Why people always did that, made no damn sense.
But it was true. True enough that Initiative had deployed a small task group to go in and neutralize the problem. A small, but powerful, criminal organization was hard at work. Crates were being processed with all sorts of, unpleasant things. Crates of drugs to the European side of things, boxes of guns to be shipped to warlords in Africa, and laundered money to be sent home to China. The Red Tigers, were not exceptionally large...but they operated on good terms with a LOT of other criminal organizations. Their speciality? The ability to get things to where they needed to be, completely undetected. One would assume FedEx would work just as well, but they had a way of making things get to their destination with no questions. Avoiding unnecessary questions was paramount you're moving illegal goods.
So here they were...some shitty little organization that moved illegal goods around the world. Now they were surrounded by Initiative soldiers, in full gear...ready to bust in and lay down the law. Simple...even with the Tigers' own super, the foot soldiers had The Iron Maiden. All well and good. But plans, as they are so often want to do, never go right.
First and foremost...one of the Initiative soldiers got a bit to close, setting off the alarm in the warehouse. Secondly, and the more drastically weird one, a girl just happened to walk out of thin air....into the warehouse.
Veronica had just walked out from another world. She coughed the dust and wiped the stuff off from her body. "Remind me not to stay in ruins from pre-industrial civilizations. This stuff gets literally...ever..y...where?" She turned and looked at all the goons around her. Most had already grabbed weapons of varying sorts, and were now staring at her. The goofy, fearful expression on Veronica's face...mirrored their own perplexed looks. If only for a moment. Soon they were replaced by anger, and a yearning to gun her down. "Ummmm...parley?" She shrugged a bit, before they opened fire. Dodging behind one of the crates, the bullets tore through the air she had just been at, before beginning to chew the wood away from her hiding spots.
She let out a scream, that could be heard...even outside. Singing alot, tends to lends someone a nice set of pipes. Someone, probably the idiot of their little group, thought it was to pull out one of the RPGs they had been readying for shipment. He fired it at Veronica's position. The ensuing explosion threw up a lot of smoke, and shook the warehouse.
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Post by Iron Maiden on Aug 6, 2016 6:59:36 GMT
 Lucille was busy working the headset to attempt to communicate when she suddenly heard gunfire firing from in the warehouse. As she jumped to her feet and threw the headset at the other operator sitting next to her, she recalled why exactly she was spending her time here and having to watch over Initiative operatives in this mission.
The ring was nefarious for supplying various opioids and psychoenhancing drugs to various demonic cults. Lucille had taken the job before anyone else could in order to start contact with seeing if any of the cults were actually qorth fearing or simply bogus excuses to get high. Either way, it meant work, and she enjoyed her time doing things like this, even if it meant not actually preforming before a large audience. And so, she was in charge of logistics. Fantastic. It wasn't that she was bad at logistics or coordinating, it was that she really wanted to be inside of the warehouse.
Looking back on it now as she kicked the door down to get inside after one of the operatives triggered the alarm, it would have probably gone a lot smoother if she had Black Widow'd her way solo rather than have a sting operation. But, then again she wasn't the one that had made the parameters like that on this mission. She finished her train of thought with a flying kick to a goon's face, when there was suddenly an explosion throughout the warehouse.
Greaaaaaaat. This was totally how she wanted this to go. She had to figure out some way of actually figuring out how to recoup her losses. Well, it looked like it was time to fight, especially since 6 criminals appeared from a doorway, armed with machine guns blocking the way to the explosion. Maybe reasoning with them would yield a favorable response?
"Listen, I don't really have time to explain how many ways I can kick you idiots' asses, and if I were you, I'd head home and pretend none of this ever happened..." Aaaaaand the response was that they fired guns at her. Simply fantastic After dodging the bullets, she pulled her bass from the back, and it promptly turned into an axe, using the back of the axe to combo the hell out of the six of em and send them flying into the wall. She ran into the next room and grabbed a fire extinguisher to try to extinguish the inferno before it spread further.
Something was off about this to Lucille. The operatives were nowhere near this zone when the gunfire sounded. Just what were they shooting at? She continued to try to fight the inferno that occurred from the blast. Maybe the answer would be somewhere in here?
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Post by Owari on Aug 7, 2016 17:54:15 GMT
As the smoke began to clear, there is a bluish glow emanating from the area of explosion. As it became clearer, it was shown to be some sort of energy shield. Behind it crouched Veronica, with a worried expression. "Sheesh...that was close." She smiled a bit, then looked around the shield. The thugs seemed to blink a bit, and were a tad bit nervous. She sighed a bit, an stuck her hand into the air, having it seemingly disappear. Veronica pulled her hand back, and in it was clutched a small cylinder. She flicked a switch and beam came into existence. She shook her head a bit, hating that it was coming to this already. Off to her side, she noticed someone trying to put out part of the fire from the explosion. That person was probably not a threat, and could be removed as non-hostile.
"Well...guess it's my turn, now." Veronica stood up and turned the shield off, having it suck back into a small wrist buckler. She stuck her hand into thin air again and this time pulled out a small machine pistol. As a man drew on her she began firing into them, and then launched forward. As the rest began to open up on her, her blade danced through the air, deflecting shots. Her gun rattled off rounds, catching a few in the chest and sending them to the ground. To anyone who was observing they'd note her lips moving. As if she was speaking to someone, when in fact...she was singing. Something she'd picked up on to keep herself calm and focused.
The fire was quickly put out, but the thugs didn't respond to it. What they did respond to was the woman putting out the fire. They quickly turned on the Iron Maiden and began to pour fire into her direction. However, they were caught off guard by the Initiative troopers storming the building and adding their own gun fire to the mix. It was a swirling chaos of attacks. Veronica on her own side, the Red Tigers shooting at anyone that wasn't them, the Initiative troopers trying to shut down the Tigers, and the Iron Maiden. Not exactly very conducive for meeting new people. Or for recognizing allies, save for the Red Tigers being in suits, and the Initiative troopers were in white armor. The two powered individuals were sporting their own unique outfits, yet...someone was missing.
A loud roar introduced the final member. The Red Tigers had their own group of powered individuals and this one was no exception. A large man in a suit came waltzing out of the office, also in a suit. He stood there, looking rather unimpressed before charging a group of Initiative troopers. The troopers were caught off guard, as the hulking man slammed his fist into a tight group of them. The sleeve of his suit tore to pieces as a large shockwave sent the troopers sprawling across the warehouse. The man cracked his knuckles before charging the next group.
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