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Post by Lady Mastermind on Nov 16, 2009 22:34:18 GMT
Wow, she hadn’t been here in a while.
Of course nothing colossal had changed, but it was still enough to make the feeling of nostalgia begin to agitate her memory and senses. It had only been two and a half years ago when she had taken the job with the Hellfire Club, adding the first career experience to her resume as a terror to society, and was taught to use her abilities in order to achieve the perfect assassination method. Then came the her random desire to be a "good" person and employ herself in a search for her father, during which she had found out several pieces of info that were a bit useful to her but led her virtually no where.
But look at her now. The Lady Mastermind was reinstated as the resident illusionist, and somewhat a telepathic reference as well, in the protectors and defenders of Genosha also known as the Brotherhood [though the defenders of Genosha sounded much better]. On top of the membership to the Brotherhood, she had also made a name for herself in the community, good or bad, and had acquainted herself with the eldest of the princess of the country. In other words, she had it much better off in her new "home" than she had it in the United States and she was planning to keep it that way.
As a contribution to her desire for maintenance of her newly found happiness, Regan promptly accepted the mission from the Brotherhood's leader, Lord Magnus, requiring reconnaissance of a SHIELD shipment that was supposed to be coming in that afternoon. How could she have possibly denied doing such a thing? The mutant homeland of Genosha had been attacked earlier that month and Regan was not one to sit back when there were things to be done about topics concerning her well being and safety.
The details of the task had been given to her, though they were much more scarce in detail than she had received working for the Hellfire Club, and she was expected to "take notes" and relay it back to Lord Magnus so he could effectively plan for whatever he had gone on about during her briefing. She was also supposed to have another member of the Brotherhood tag along and help her out as needed. Some kid going by a name that she didn't care to remember, but it had something to do with lightning, which was probably good in terms of power she had at her disposal in case of emergency.
After she had arrived in New York City and made sure she had a slight clue where she was going, Regan equipped herself with a normal yet classy civilian look and began her search for the former Naval Shipyard. Figures this SHIELD organization would pick somewhere as obvious as that to receive what ever "purchases" they made. But who was she to judge? It just made her travel distance shorter, her task easier and the time that she had to spend doing things she desired longer. Maybe a expeditious job well done could translate to a vacation.
The short taxi ride to the naval shipyard was the super easy part, and now she hoping for the next part to be, perhaps, a bit more difficult but not exceeding a difficulty level of easy. Looking back at the ajar door, Regan waited for her "other half" to emerge from the yellow car and join her.
"You see anywhere that screams secrecy?"
Meaning the possible location of SHIELD's little drop off, the blonde bombshell stretched and looked to the massive shipyard with an immediate thought that conveyed her non desire to walk the entire yard.
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Post by Byakurai on Nov 17, 2009 5:12:58 GMT
Another day, another mission, Polaris updated him in her usual and unneeded stern tone. About some recon one a SHIELD shipment. Whatever SHIELD was. Wow back to back missions, that was well troublesome. But who was he to complain? He was with a beautiful woman. Though it was the woman who is apperently a psycho like the 'princesses' of Genosha. He lets out a soft sigh expecting a plane to pick him up or something.
Oh, he was way off.
It was night and he waited in at meeting point, and instead of meeting his team mate in an awesome plane or something. Well, he was picked up in a cab. Boy that is pretty undercover, kind of. The young man wore his mission attire. He wore a black hoody, hood up and unzipped revealing a plain white shirt. A 'in style gangster' flat billed baseball cap. Black baggy jeans and a mask that covered the majority face but his mouth.
The trip to the mission was well, dull. The two kept quiet the enitire time. He wanted to get to know her a bit to come up with ways to finish this quickly without any type of injures for her. He had experienced pain to it's fullest extent with the fight with Cain and being stabbed and cut up, so he was better to endure pain than she was or so he thought. The one time he wanted to speak to her, he noticed she was in deep thought, so being the person he was. He kept his silence. In technically, she was his superior, so he didn't speak at all.
He used the darkness to hide himself more, so she could feel a bit more comfortable around him. In their silence at least, he hope she didn't feel as awkward as he did. Finally, they had reached the destination, a shipyard. He looked out from the window and scanned the area for anyone that could be of trouble. A few night guards, but that was about it. He could handle them easily and quietly. So far so good.
He about to head out and open the door for her but she made her move first, silently and rather slowly, for well dramatic effect. He came out about a head taller than she was. He looked her up and down for the first time. She wasn't really properly dressed for a recon mission, she infact stuck out like a huge zit on a face. Excuse the metaphor. His brown eyes glanced around once more, noticing the guards were tight on a specific ship. He let out a sigh.
"Those guards..."
He said quietly pointing them out. Keeping his words to a minimal, so far this was easy. Or rather too easy, the young man kept his guard up in case something is was about to happen. He wasn't time to soicalize, he was now on duty, if they finish this quickly and he didn't end up in a hospital. He would try to get to know her a bit more, maybe a nice date....Probably not but a a teen can dream can't he? He looked at the big convoy.
"I do not know which of us is more powerful, but as a gentlemen I shall do my best to protect you and end this quickly. I shall be your spear and shield."
He said calmly thinking this would calm her and keeping his back to her as a sign of a soldier. He didn't care if she reacted unpleasantly. He said what he wanted and he stuck to his words. As he began to walk to pulled out his trench knives, or what his frind from work liked to call them. 'Brass knuckle blades', only using them when nesscessary, he hated violence. But if it came down to it. He would show his prowess and abilities.
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Post by ayden1 on Nov 17, 2009 11:22:53 GMT
The past few weeks had been hectic, to say the least. Working for S.H.I.E.L.D, Steve never had a dull day as he battled the hard iron mongers of criminals, to battling the harsh relationship he had with Vice-Commander Hill. Sometimes, he wished that Fury would not take so many damn recon missions, he would be away for great deals of time, and leave Cap to the mercy of the Second in Command. He never actually worked out what her problem was with him, maybe it was the fact that the Captain used his own instincts as opposed to the orders issued to him by HQ. His instinct was priceless and he'd be damn well heading into retirement if he lost it.
Although some days in the service of S.H.I.E.L.D made his World War II days seem like a garden job, tonight was much more subtle. He had the simple command of overseeing the delivery of equipment that had been obtained during his and Cable's invasion of Russia. Essentially, the two soldiers were ordered to investigate and basically shut down a illegal nuclear reasearch facility that would put Russia 50 years ahead of the competition in striking power. Obviously, his patriotic attitude would not allow for the senseless evolution in killer weapons, and he took nothing but pride in bringing that terrorist organization down.
What he didn't like, however, was the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D was salvaging these parts. In Steve's personal opinion, he preferred it if they were burned and all formulas be erased from the face of the earth. If World War II and his experiences with the dreaded Red Skull taught him anything, it was that man should never have the power to wipe out countless lives. That kind of power was restricted for forces of nature, the nature whom is unbiased and unprejudiced. S.H.I.E.L.D merely stated that it was investigating the evolution of Russia's technology, but Steve knew his government better than that. They were intent on staying the most powerful military force in the world. Hell, it was wrong, but it was patriotic.
So here Captain America was, dressed in his secondary outfit. Many would know this as the Winter Soldier outfit, but as this is a alternate universe, we will name it the black-ops outfit. The overall blue of the costume has been replaced by a solid black from the legs up to the chest. The chest then changes into a almost metallic light blue. Steve had his trusty indestructible shield, but was also toting a M1911 pistol with .45 ACP rounds. S.H.I.E.L.D had often reprimanded him for using such a old fashioned handgun, but Steve felt most comfortable with the sidearm, as he had used it in the days of World War II. Beyond his obvious weapons, his body was feeling light and flexible, he was in top physical shape; ready to break some limbs if he needed to.
Captain America stood at the wharf as two armed soldiers stood at the entrance to the wharf, rifles in hand. They were highly trained S.H.I.E.L.D operatives, with a knack for having over-developed trigger fingers. Captain was helping two crew members unload the cargo into a S.W.A.T van, for obvious protection reasons. Making trips from the boat to the car, it was a repetitive process, but at least the crew members and the soldiers were chatty. Despite it being late in the night, there was always a air of freedom.
"So, you were saying, Cap..." One of the crew members asked as he was loading the van. Captain America merely snickered as he returned to the boat to grab the next box; his shield strapped to his back. "Right, so, intel tells me there is this abandoned warehouse near Berlin, and I'm supposed to move in there whilst the Russian forces are bombarding the main city. So I go in, but the thing is, it wasn't abandoned." A couple of the crew members began to laugh at this, even the S.H.I.E.L.D soldiers guarding the wharf couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Yeah yeah, laugh at old Captain America. Well, thanks to some quick thinking and a rather handy stun grenade, I managed to run in there, deck a couple of Nazis and then hightail it out of there with the necessary blueprints...whilst having my ass shot at." Again, another length of snickering as the men acted in sync, carrying box after box to the S.W.A.T van parked just before the wharf. Maybe tonight would be a quiet night?
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Post by Hooligan on Nov 17, 2009 13:18:35 GMT
[/b][/size][/color] " OH, SNICK!" Ker-Smack~!That was all she got out, the crane slammed into her face, throwing Hooligan up and back into the air where she flew through it, finally coming to rest on the concrete docks. Her body felt no pain, it was part of her mutation, but also her healing factor could do miraculous wonders as well, so much so it was sometimes difficult to believe she'd been shot, stabbed, or even blown up. In an odd sort of way, Nadifa like to challenge her body's abilities and make it undergo constant tests... only under her control, some some cheap shot by a piece of machinery. " No fair, dude!," she shouted, standing up to her feet. In that moment one could see what she had on, a stereotypical-looking female pirate's outfit. " Big machine suck, not cool!" It was pretty safe to say, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were assuming their protocol positions. If not, well, this would get their attention: " YO, I 'BOUT TO TAKE SOMETHIN'!" Ah, clear goals. Nadifa had them, not.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by Lady Mastermind on Nov 18, 2009 1:38:16 GMT
The guards were, indeed, an invitation to secrecy and, probably, whatever this SHIELD organization was smuggling in and whatever Hiro and her were supposed to be getting some reconnaissance on. Before she able to say anything, Regan promptly cut herself off so that she could watch the movement of her partner; apparently he was going to be shield and some other battle weapon by moving to the front of her and making any moves before she did. Cute, but not good enough. Regan required someone who could undoubtedly work with her and be just as planning and observing as she was, not some idiot who would act without prior thought and cause an incident that would either place her into a fighting scenario or land her butt in jail. Both of which she considered herself not properly dressed for.
“How about you put the weaponry away and drop the chivalrous attitude… we are not getting into some situation that is a result of the absence of thought. In other words, don’t on anything stupid.”
No matter how wonderful this guy thought he was, Regan absolutely hated the idea of a man who though himself to be a soldier or knight and was nothing but a kind man prancing about in their combat gear and costumes. It meant nothing unless you could think and process situations like a soldier. Though she would have normally taken the time to lecture and explain to the young Asian her beliefs and possibly even concerns, there was no time for that and there were pressing issues at hand. One of which was getting past those guards through means that required little to no interaction. Placing an index finger to her bottom lip, Regan thought for a moment, trying to account for all of the factors that were associated with this matter. They were men, so using charm was a plus. However, they were men trained with some government agency, which meant that they probably were never going fall for something as simple as a woman’s charm.
Hmph.
Ignoring Hiro’s previous knightly statements, Regan rushed in front of him and began to hurriedly walk towards their destination. It was about this time that she had been unthankful that she had outfitted herself with heels and not something more comfortable, so much for her professional approach. Though she looked back a couple time to make sure that Hiro was staying with her, Regan pondered the best approach. The shroud of darkness would end up to be their friend, as it was everyone else’s in some sense, but coupled with the power of illusion there was very little that she wouldn’t be able to pull off. Those guards, though probably faced with several battle situations and persons more dangerous than her, wouldn’t realize what hit ‘em and they would probably never find out either.
The blonde bombshell stopped rather far away from the guards and set up her illusion recon. All that was required was the reaching out to the minds of those whom she was planning to afflict and finding facts and descriptions of things that would help her most in whatever situation. Hence, all she had to look for was an accurate SHIELD uniform and other items the soldiers were outfitted with and project the “look” into the minds of the two guards, making them see what clearly wasn’t there. This was going to be fun. She hadn’t used her illusion-based abilities in a while, so it was going to be interesting to see if, perhaps, she had gotten rusty.
Taking the time to concentrate deeply, Regan found the necessary information and began to construct her little charade. Just as she was getting ready to manipulate the minds and senses of the SHIELD operatives, there was a thought that shot from one of the soldier’s minds into her own… Someone had already started to cause a ruckus within the shipyard. It couldn’t have been an illusion of hers because her power was never that out of control. Dammnit that kid must have found another way in and begun to hack at people with his bladed weapons, she should have never left him behind. Looking back with the thought, Regan spotted the young man and her mind began fizzle. So it wasn’t him, but who was it?
Placing the facade of SHIELD operatives over both her and Hiro, Regan took off running rather furious. The guards had left their posts in order to help out with whatever was the commotion and they now had an opening. So the previous task was made easier, but her job was just made more difficult. Regan was going to keep up an illusion for the likes of probably fifty or more persons, who were now probably suspicious as hell, and maintain it for the entire time she was present, and without any type of lapse. Talk about mental stress. Perhaps she would be able to restrain herself from killing whoever was the cause of the panic.
Upon reaching the location of main operation, Regan stopped and diverted her attention to the female pirate fool who had made all of this possible. Who knew pirates still dressed like that?
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Post by Byakurai on Nov 19, 2009 0:30:09 GMT
A sigh then a small grin.
"This may be a recon mission, but always be ready for any possible conflict."
A basic rule of any type of warfare, regardless of what one was doing. One had to assume there would be a chance for conflict and stay on their guard. Especially when there are armed guards around. It seemed that slipped her mind. Has she ever been on this kind of mission before? A part of him doubt it. Due to the way she dressed and trying to sneak around in that. Unless well, she planned to charm the guys or she had the ability to knock out all the guards. He knew nothing of his team mate's ability so this put him on a more higher alert, though he kept his wits about it all. It was rare for him to get emotional about things. He rubbed is chin as he allowed her to take the lead, again unlike him, but she did ask him 'kindly' to stop being 'polite' in a sense.
"As you wish."
He said calmly following her keeping his weapons on but hidden in his sleeves. He began to calculate about the possibilities of what could happen in the current situation. Then he nearly bumps into but at the very last minute stops. Telling by how she was concentrating, either was was scare to continue or focusing on something. Maybe a telepath? He could only assume so until proven other wise.
Without a word the Lady Mastermind bolts off with a rage, as if she seen someone who made her blood boil. They had a mission and she bolts off. He rolls his eyes. 'This team will do great in the future.' He told himself trying trying to keep her on the competent side of the radar. He looks around, everyone seemed to be distracted by the panic caused by somebody appearently. Unlike his other half he kept with mission and snuck onto the ship, hopefully she had a plan for running in recklessly like that. Still, this was only recon so he should be able to appear and help her later on.
With the skills he had obtained from the martial arts combined with the military books he had read, he kept low and quiet. And hidden from the guards who were head toward the commotion. So far so good. Until, a man comes by and spots him as he walked looking around.
"Hey you!"
The S.H.I.E.L.D guard called out. The young man froze as he knew there was no way out of this. He raise his arms in the air warily, but right about when he was going to strike. The S.H.I.E.L.D guard speaks again.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He froze, with the idea of her abilites, an illusionist. Ok, maybe she had a plan after all. Ok he restarts thinking his movements. He closed his eyes and lowered his hands and used the commotion as an excuse.
"I was looking around to more men to help with the commotion. It's seems were under attack. Big enough for the majority of guards to head out. It's all happening outside"
"By who?"
He had to think about a good answer. Ok there was a ship full of 'precious cargo', they were docked near a big body of water. And there was now a huge commotion on the outside of the ship.
"Yeah....Pirates...."
Mentally he gives himself a smack across the face, being that was his only answer.
"Alright. But we can't just send everyone out there. Looks like you and I have guard duty."
"Got it. What are we guarding? It's back there right?"
He said rather unexpectedly and recklessly, this made the other guard warily.
"You should know. What is your name by the way I never seen you around before."
The young man let out a sigh, knowing his error. Not really wanting to converse or possibly alarming the guard. Without a word he flicks the man's for head giving him a jolt only big enough to make the guard pass out without any real damage. He takes the weapon the guard carried and used the keycard to get through the door. He then picks up the body and tosses into a dark room and began to look around.
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Post by ayden1 on Nov 19, 2009 3:19:38 GMT
(Just remember guys, the two S.H.I.E.L.D soldiers are controlled by me. So please don't play as them. You may direct your attacks/motions towards them, and I'll respond accordingly.)
Cap's trip down memory lane of his experiences in World War II were cut short when there appeared to be the sound of a crane hitting something, causing a rather loud ruckus. The men on the wharf stopped carrying their loads and diverted their eyes to where it had come from. What they saw made them almost laugh; as the girl was dressed in a old fashioned pirate outfit. The men couldn't help but chuckle, but Captain America made no noise. He stayed completely on guard. Placing his box into the van, he kept his right hand at the gun holster on his waist and kept his keen eyes on the pirate girl. Apparently she thought she was going to take something? She was in over her head. Not only was she attempting to steal from highly trained S.H.I.E.L.D operatives, but the most efficient soldier that the organisation had to offer was also here. She was in way over her head.
"I don't like this. Either she's just a stupid kid, or someone is trying to distract us. Hold your positions, make sure no one gets to the cargo." He commanded to the two S.H.I.E.L.D soldiers, whom responded with a nod and returned to their positions, rifles at the ready. The Captain turned to the cargo workers and made a head motion, telling them to leave, lest they end up the victims of some terrorist ploy. They nodded and skiddadled out of the neighbourhood.
The guards stood at the front of the wharf, when one of them managed to catch a shadow moving in the darkness. "Hey, you see that?" The other guard shook his head and tried to work out if he could find anything in the darkness. "I'm gonna check it out." The guard very intelligently moved slowly and surely as he went after the shadowy figure. He had no fear, merely anxiety as he didn't know what to expect.
What he saw made him frown, it was another S.H.I.E.L.D soldier. He was sure that there were only two that were stationed here tonight; but perhpas Captain America requested extra soldiers. No, if Captain America did so, he would have told the men. He was a professional like that. "Get your hand-..." He didn't even get to finish the warning, as Hiro had shocked him into unconsciousness. His body dropped and was now safe from harm.
The other soldier was waiting anxiously for his partner to return from the scout. Usually if they didn't come back in a certain amount of time, that meant he had been taken out. The guard remained obselete, however, and stayed where he was ordered to.
Captain America made Hooligan his center of attention. Keeping his body strong and firm to profess his strength and ferocity, he yelled to the pirate girl. "I suggest you leave. You are not authorised to be here and will be apprehanded if you do not leave immediately."
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Post by Hooligan on Nov 19, 2009 4:17:18 GMT
[/b]: Fair enough, though I have two questions. 1) Is it just those two? 2) How many S.H.I.E.L.D. guards are there total, and can we control any excess numbers? ] Lady Mastermind? Hooligan had no idea what she did, or that she was even near. Same with Byakurai and Captain America, so when the patriotic prude appeared, Nadifa could only narrow her eyes, pucker her lips, and stare at the man. He was tall, well built, and probably packed to the teeth with experience and weapons. Something told Nadifa she'd do best to heed his words, but she wasn't that logical, just too confidence for her own good. Obvious the moment her mouth opened, to spit forth some hot fire: " IS HE HERE?!," she asked, spotting the Winter Soldier outfit. He really looked like Nightwing, one of the Dark Knight's former apprentices. " IS BATMAN HERE?!" Hooligan was justifying her codename perfectly, though it did little to impress any S.H.I.E.L.D. or Army soldiers stationed here. It wouldn't be surprising if they opened fire on her now, though they'd learn just what this female buckaroo could do! " Aw, man!" It seemed Captain America was being serious, well, that was just swell, his being a spoil sport and all. Nadifa would just have to make due, which meant posing in a random manner: bending over, rear end facing Steve Rogers, and Nadifa's face looking through the space inbetween her legs with a grin. " PEEK-A-BOO, DUDE! I SEE YOU, ANNNND YOU, ANNNNNNNNND Y-- OH! HEEEEEEY PRETTY LADY OVER THERE, HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~!" SUPER-AWESOME-SCOUTING ABILITY, GO! Nadifa spotted Lady Mastermind!!![/font][/ul] |
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Post by Lady Mastermind on Nov 25, 2009 18:03:49 GMT
[[Sorry 'bout that Cap'n… and what Hooligan asked above && Sorry for the late reply]]
Great…
Okay, she hadn't really been expecting for the woman dressed in the foolish female pirate costume to be able to spot her, in general, but she sure as hell wasn't planning on being spotted as a woman; that was the whole reason she had placed the illusion over both herself and Byakurai. Perhaps she hadn't projected her mind's illusion well enough and this was just the consequence of such things, or that girl adorned in the buccaneer outfit had an immunity to telepathy and, essentially, illusions. But whatever the reason, this was no good. The whole point of reconnaissance was to NOT be caught by anyone while gathering the desired evidence, both of which Regan and her partner had clearly proved to SUCK at.
At least the foolish pirate girl had said she was pretty right?
Within her immediate view, there were no SHIELD or any other type of agents, but that was bound to change sooner or later. Sighing deeply, Regan did her best to hide herself. The shipyard, itself, was not the most tactical place for a person to find an individual hiding place and Regan sure as hell wasn't going to risk screwing up royally; seeing as that trying to fight back wasn't going to be one of those situations that would produce helpful results.
Now Regan had more crud to deal with, aka SHIELD agents and some girl who likes to translate everything she sees into loud speech. Ducking behind an oil drum, Regan thought quickly. That girl would no doubt alert the SHIELD agents to the very move that she had just made, but that wasn't on the list of immediate worries, from the standpoint that the girl would probably get bored with ratting her out.
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Post by Byakurai on Nov 28, 2009 19:53:51 GMT
(What is the cargo since Hiro has infiltrated?)
It was all quiet, no other guards around. But he kept his guard up just in case. He twirled the gun in hand. He wasn't fond of these things but it will hold anyone back for a while. He walked around looking at the cargo, taking out the camera and taking some pictures. Looks like the job was done. All he need to do now was to get out. He looked from the corner of the door, a guard was posted nearby that wasn't good. Luckily he has gloves on so he didn't need to worry about fingerprints.
He looks at the gun for a moment. It was time to make it useful after all. He turns on the safety and took out the clip then moves out and throws it at the guard, then fires two bolts at him, one to stun him and the other to disarm him. Even if it was a hit or miss thing he begin to run the direction he came in from. A group of soldiers run in, he spots them and closes his eye as he lets out a blinding flash of light and beats pass them.
He scoffs a bit, taking a pistol, and shooting behind him to keep them back. When the clip was finished he throws the gun aside. Hurrying out to see from afar a man who seemed like the leader, Lady Mastermind and....A pirate girl? So his little lie was truth? The hell?
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Post by ayden1 on Dec 2, 2009 13:09:28 GMT
(Alright, I literally sat in front of my laptop, but could not write anything. It might help if I knew what was going on? Someone want to give me a quick summary of what has happened? I apologise for my laziness and inability to get a post up.)
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Post by ayden1 on Dec 3, 2009 13:16:24 GMT
(Alright, there are a total of two guards not including the one Hiro knocked out, the cargo is weapons and ammunition for S.H.I.E.L.D to supply to its agents. Thanks for the summary, Halt.)
Steve frowned at the Batman remark. Who the hell was Batman? Probably some rogue superhero whom thought they were more of a celebrity than a image. Steve scoffed at the reality of superheroes loving the spotlight more than the duty. Regardless, he needed to be weary of this pirate girl, but also of the sudden discovery of two more intruders. Apparently they were a male and female. Maybe tonight wouldn't be too bland.
Turning to the two guards behind him, he made quick hand signals that would be understood due to their rather high levels of training. The two guards nodded and split into opposite directions to scan the perimeter. Steve stayed behind, guarding the cargo and the van as he slowly drew his M1911 Pistol from its holster, he kept his shield in his left hand and the pistol in his right as he stared down the pirate girl. "If you leave now, I'll forget this ever happened. If you don't, you'll wish you had." It was a firm command hiding a threat to what would happen if she didn't comply.
One S.H.I.E.L.D agent headed in the direction of Lady M, the other heading in the direction of Hiro; whom apparently was causing a bit of a ruckus. They were both highly trained agents and would not be easy to overcome by physical ability alone. Of course, the agents had no idea that they were encountering mutants.
(A little lacking in quality, but I s'pose it's better than nothing.)
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Post by Hooligan on Dec 3, 2009 16:44:32 GMT
[/color]," she said, hunching down as her feet spread, taking the posture of a cowboy reaching for their trusty gun. " So YOU reach for the sky, or you get dead, dude!" That wasn't so much a threat as it was silly rambling, but nobody could know or really confirm that. " DRAAAAAAAAW!" Suddenly, Nadifa threw both her arms at the two guards under the patriotic man's command. Stretching, as well as moving, rapidly, the limbs approached at impressive speeds of nearly 55 MPH. Their intention was not to kill or severely injure, but merely to knock back and possibly down out the duo, leaving just the Somali and American... and the other two people she'd forgotten about. " He not Godzilla, Mr. Asian Man! Don't just stand there!" Hiro wasn't her ally, he just didn't have guns aimed at her! Neither did Regan, but the woman was nowhere to be seen, easily becoming forgettable.[/font][/ul] |
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Post by Lady Mastermind on Dec 19, 2009 19:30:28 GMT
Thank God that reckless girl stopped taking interest in Regan; otherwise there was bound to be some sort of confrontation with the SHIELD agents who would have, no doubt, reacted with the desire to apprehend and possibly arrest her. Though it may have not been clear initially, Lady Mastermind was not appealed to idea of engaging in combat of any caliber. However, if the situation presented it self with no other alternative, she would do what she could. So far there hadn't been any resistance that directly affected her and, for all she knew, Byakurai was staying quiet and non-bellicose.
The oil drum was proving to be a good cover. She hadn't heard the young girl speak of a 'pretty lady' and with pirate's attention on something other than her, Regan had the chance to make a dash for the boat and commence her reconnaissance task. Waiting for a moment, listening to the loud-mouthed girl for any hints to the positions of the others within shipyard, Regan discerned the Byakurai was now 'Asian man' and had to deal with someone who wasn't 'Godzilla'. He better have not caused any trouble…
Here we go.
Her head slowly rose above the top of the oil drum. She took the time to look in both directions before proceeding to the boat. With the distance she had traveled, there was no trouble to be found and she soon found herself in the hull of the ship in question. All she had to find was the materials being transported, take a few mental notes and pictures, and then get the heck out of the line of fire before something crippling to her objective happened.
Wandering the hull's walkways, Regan came upon a considerable number of metallic sliding doors and keycard/keypads and a guard passed out on the floor. Well, there was her first clue. Byakurai or that pirate girl had already been in this area of the ship, so perhaps that meant that there was something fitting her interests hidden behind one of the doors. This was beginning to be easier than she had hoped for.
Checking the solider for a keycard, Regan came to realize that the guard was bare of both a weapon and a card. Perhaps this was going to be more difficult than she had suspected.
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Post by Byakurai on Dec 27, 2009 20:43:01 GMT
Obviously he wasn't good at hiding or hiding his identity. Despite being behind some boxes he was seen, and rather quickly. He blinked at the rather racist and stereotypical comment that came from the pirate girl. Did the mask do absolutely nothing for him? He hid all of his skin. He itched his head for a moment, then found himself surrounded by guards. That was pretty lame. He debated whether or not to use his powers, nah. That would blow things way out of the comfort zone for this mission.
Instead his skills came into play. He got into stance then stomp the ground to make the guard flinch and backflip onto the cargo and ran. What he did at the battle at the pentagon. He concentrated a blast from his feet that sent him flying then from his other foot made another into other backflip gracfully onto the ground. He looked back to look for Mastermind. As far as he knew this mission was complete all they needed to do was to escape. He stretches a bit, finally spotted Lady Mastermind. From what he was guessing she was heading for the hull and cargo. How incompented to leave her ally in the first place. He slapped his own face. To have nearly escape to go back in, he knew this was a bad idea but he doesn't want to leave her behind.
He sent a blast once more that sent him flying and kept on doing so to avoid running into any guards until he reached Lady Matermind. He grabbed her arm and gave it a quick tug and letting it go. Taking out his camera to let her know he go the information. Unless there was and part of the objective he didn't know about, all he wanted to do was get the hell out of here. Her move. He kept low and turned to watched out for any guards.
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