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| We're Still Watching; Warbird, Bishop | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 6 2011, 12:00 AM (593 Views) | |
| Bishop | Sep 29 2011, 04:51 AM Post #16 |
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He'd taken down the first sentry he'd encountered with no problems, that poor bastard didn't even know what hit him; now he was on to the next one. He took down a pair of guys shooting the shit over some cigarettes with a spin kick to ones cranium, and a good ole' fashioned suplex on the other. They had a dog with them though and the damn thing started barking like mad before it charged him and got a good grip on his exposed arm then started shaking. Teeth tore into flesh and Bishop allowed a small grunt filled with pain to escape his mouth before he gave the dog a good hard look, blasting him with enough concussive energy from his eyes to bruise the poochs ribs and knock him unconscious. Feedback chose then to call him on the comm and ask how he was doing; perfect timing it seemed. He groaned and raised the arm that was oozing blood and showing how the muscles and bones really worked. "Heh, got my black ass bit by an attack dog and it hurts like hell. I think I can see the bone." He let out a low groan as the blood loss started to make him woozy, and he knew he didn't have enough energy at the moment to jump start his healing factor. "Crap, this is gonna hurt.....a lot." He took a pistol from one of the guards and put it up to his temple, then he squeezed the trigger. The sound was muffled enough that he didn't worry about anyone coming to check on him, but it was still loud to him considering he fired it only a few inches away from his eardrums. Also, he'd just shot himself in the head. Getting up off the ground, he braced and took another shot point blank. Falling again, he let the gun clatter to the ground and rolled around cradling the impact point of two 9mm rounds in quick succession. He was right, it did hurt a lot, but the nature of his abilities allowed him to process the energy that would have allowed the bullets to kill anyone else and transfer them to his own being; which is what he did while laying prone on the ground. With that new energy, he directed it to his still bleeding and torn arm and felt the muscles and sinew begin to knit themselves together again. He honestly didn't know how Logan went through shit like that on a daily basis. He got up and stumbled a bit as he looked for an entrance; his arm would be done healing in a bit, but he didn't have time to wait. He found a side door and slipped inside, choking the closest guard until he went limp in his arms. "Feedback, I made it inside, and this place...it's empty. No one here but a few patrolling guards, some cash on a table....and a few bricks. What's the plan now?" He was waiting for her reply when he heard someone shout, dammit if he'd forgotten to hide the dog and his masters. In the next few seconds a crew of guys stormed into the main facility along with the guards who were already there; he was spotted and now it was time for him to earn his paycheck. "Uh, really need a plan here, shit just got real!!!" Over his comm, Feedback could no doubt hear the gunfire and the distinctive warble of his energy beams; he hoped that would give her a bit of incentive to hurry up and give him an order. |
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| Feedback | Sep 30 2011, 01:41 AM Post #17 |
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Reina monitored the location of the speeding truck. It was going fast, but not too fast as to draw in the attention of the local cops. Then again that big explosion and the gunfire had probably already tipped them off. Warbird was making work of the escorts while Doyle’s driver maneuvered through the streets like a NASCAR pro or something. The SUV swerved to get from behind a slow vehicle and swerved again to dodge an oncoming car in the opposite lane. “Get us there, but get us there in one piece ya mook!” The driver grumbled as he continued the driving. Doyle looked back over his shoulder and sighed. The blonde chick was nowhere to be seen. Reina contacted the police force to inform them of the vehicle speeding down the road so that it would not get away just incase. “SHIELD agent Rivera requesting NYPD backup immediately. Kingpin Doyle is speeding down Jefferson Road and heading towards,” she checked the map. The Red dot snaked along the grid on a narrow passage. “East Avenue. All units make sure to keep that vehicle from reaching its destination. He is riding in a black SUV license plate number GRT – LOVR.” She took a moment to think that one over and then turned on to Warbird. The woman had been hit with a grenade and survived, which impressed her completely. Reina had not really seen the woman in action. Well… guess she still had not. “Get your bearings agent and go after him. The locals are going to set up a roadblock along East Avenue. I need you there to collar him.” Bishop chimed in with his status and part of it made her smile, only a little bit though. There was nothing funny about being attacked by a dog, nothing funny at all. The part about seeing bone made he shudder. “That’s nasty. Can you carry on?” She heard the muffled shot. “Bishop!” Then there was another one. “Bishop, come in!” His little dot had not flickered off the screen so that must have meant he fine. Besides she had seen firsthand that he could take a bullet or dozen. Reina sighed when he radioed back in. “Gosh man you can’t be doing stuff like that to me. And what do you mean empty?” Her face scrunched up as she thought. Doyle must have been planning on sending the truck to different location the whole time. He must have somehow found out. Or maybe the mobster was smarter than she thought and had all this devised beforehand. Reina was about to give an order when Bishop called out. More goons had stormed the warehouse and were now taking him on. He was by himself, outnumbered, but not outgunned. “Crap crap crap crap! Uh…” She needed to come up with a plan. This was her first assignment and she wanted it to be a success. Access the situation. The drug transport was heading along Madison, Doyle down East Avenue which was the complete opposite direction, and Bishop was at the warehouse taking on a bunch of thugs. Reina took a sip of her coffee before contacting them again. “Bishop, you do whatever you need to do to clear that building of hostiles. Warbird, keep on Doyle. You can get to him faster than the cops. I’m sure the facility the truck is headed to will have guards all over the place. I’m dispatching another unit. Once you two are available get down there as quick as possible.” |
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| Warbird | Oct 3 2011, 01:29 AM Post #18 |
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Agent Warbird’s vision was still wavering. The images were shifting into doubles and merging only to shift again but her eyes were focusing for longer intervals. That was a good sign. Carol wondered if she had a concussion from taking the direct explosion but there was little time. She had to suffer through and keep telling herself that everything would be alright. There was a line from a movie that some of the agents would sometimes repeat to themselves. “I ain’t got time to bleed.” It was a little idiotic but many of the agents, if they had to remind themselves of that, they were seriously injured since some of them could lift a car over their head. Feedback came on the radio and told the blond that the local authorities were en route and were setting up a road block. Warbird was still needed to apprehend Doyle despite the local assistance. “Affirmative, Feedback. I am in pursuit again,” Carol said as she launched into the air, albeit slower than she had previously. Warbird’s fists were extended out in front of her. She shook her head hard and her vision finally began to clear up. The SHIELD agent gained speed and the black SUV came into view. “I have visual confirmation, once more,” she reported. Feedback was urging her onward. They needed to stop the transport before it reached the main facility where there could very well be a larger number of guards and hired guns. It already sounded like Bishop was having a time of his own clearing out the warehouse. It was dangerous for both of them to be working solo but that was the way it played out and they all had training to learn to survive. Warbird neared the vehicle and she could see the rear passengers lean from their windows with the guns again. “How much ammo do these goons have?” she asked no one. The blonde altered her trajectory drastically. She curved upward and gained speed. The SUV grew smaller beneath her. Warbird reached the apex of her arc and flipped over to begin her descent. She was rocketing downward feet first. She crossed her arms over her chest and aimed for the car. Warbird tensed her body for the impact. The blonde hit the front end of the SUV like a meteor. Her feet smashed into the hood and downward with incredible force. The black SUV and its passengers flipped over and into the air. The windshield and the roof slammed into Warbird’s back, flinging her face down to the pavement. Carol’s plan had been to stop the struck in a dead halt but that hadn’t worked out. The vectors had not worked out as she planned. Warbird’s head snapped up and saw the SUV tumbling away from her. The SHIELD agent shot forward and latched onto the bumper of the SUV to stop its crash course. She strained to pull it to a stop. The truck was lying on its side. As gently as possible Agent Danvers tipped it back over onto all four wheels. She gripped the door and tried to open it. The mechanism was stuck but she used both hands to pry it away from the chassis. The passengers were moaning inside. They were clearly injured but they were alive. “This is the end of the line, Doyle,” she said peering carefully into the vehicle. Then to Feedback she said, “We’re going to need some medical assistance here as well, but I have Doyle in hand. How is Bishop?” |
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| Bishop | Oct 6 2011, 02:02 AM Post #19 |
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Reina's reaction to his bite would have been worth seeing if he hadn't been on a mission, but he just shrugged after seeing his arm get all better. "Uggh, I'm fine....just had to shoot myself in the head a couple times to get my healing factor in gear; no biggie." He was actually wondering what in the hell was going through Doyle's greasy head to make him suspect he was going to get ambushed, because he'd really thrown a wrench in their plans with this little stunt, and now he had to clear a warehouse of goons. He ducked behind a corner and cursed; just because he could eat bullets all day didn't mean it felt good, and considering two 9mm rounds had already hit him today, he didn't want anymore. While waiting for Reina to answer, he came out of his cover and face to face with a guy who'd tried to sneak up on him; a headbutt knocked him out, and then Bishop used him as a makeshift shield while he found somewhere else to hide. Then Reina told him to do whatever was necessary to get the job done, and he figured he would. "Copy that....some of these guys might not walk out of this." Standing up, he blasted the first person he saw, sending him flailing through the air until he made a sickening crunch against a wall. Then he turned and fired twin beams from his eyes; which left two perfect holes burned through another of the guards. It went on like this for several minutes until all of them lay incapacitated or dead. "Warehouse is clear, Feedback, I'm on the way to the next location!!" Striding out at a fast pace, he blasted a guard who was trying to get up back on his ass; he didn't have time for that shit. Across the street, he hopped n his bike and sped off. |
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| Feedback | Oct 7 2011, 07:54 PM Post #20 |
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Reina, Eden, Bishop JP Visual confirmation, great that was good. Moments later she called in that Doyle was in custody and medical attention would be needed. “Understood, Warbird, paramedics are en route. And as for Bishop,” she switched over to his link for a few seconds, “he’s doing what he does.” Her attention was brought back to the dot indicating the delivery truck. It was starting to slow down before eventually coming to a complete stop somewhere in the factory district of downtown. Reina snapped her fingers a few times as she tried to think of what the hell it was she was about to do next. He hadn't been back on the Hellicarrier for more than five minutes when his personal comm beeped and he was told to report to the Control Room; and he'd just gotten done bringing back a platoon of guys from a skirmish with a minor Brotherhood Cell in some remote corner of the world that he couldn't think of right now. In truth he was past tired, and more like on the brink of exhaustion; he was SHIELD's most powerful teleporter, and they had him working what seemed like nonstop. Still, as much as he wanted to gripe, his abilities were needed and he was happy to give them. After a quick rest on a chair someone had so graciously put in the hallway, he stood up and did his magic. Two unrelated points in space-time were tweaked and pulled until they were connected by an unbreakable bond that he controlled. In that next instant his body entered point A and he came out at point B with no flashy vortex or anything like that, he was just gone one second, back the next. The Control Room was his destination, and when his feet were once again on solid ground, he was leaning on Reina's control chair. "Eden Fesi reporting for duty, whaddya need, Feedback?" She nearly jumped out of her seat at the sudden appearance of Eden. “Good lord, man. Make some noise next time.” Reina shook her head before looking back to one of the monitors. SHIELD had some nice technology that allowed people like her with minimal hacking skills to access the numerous camera systems of the city. She tapped into the nearest one to get a live feed on the specific factory that the truck was pulling up. The footage was a little spotty and at a weird angle on a neighboring building, but good enough for them to make out what was going on. The back of the semi lifted up and several thugs began to clear it out. “I need you to take a squad, teleport in there, and stop those guys before they can get away. Also, port in agents Fernandez and Haystack to apprehend those that Bishop took care of.” Reina then flipped over to the link between the other two mutant agents on the field. “I’ve got agent Fesi on the way. He’ll get you two to the destination a lot faster.” She looked back over her shoulder to Eden briefly. “See you when you get back.” "One reason my particular set of skills is so in demand," his sentence was cut off as he was suddenly on the other side of her chair, "is because I don't make noise unless I want to. S'why I been doin all these stealth missions lately I figure." He leaned on the chair again and watched her get a bead on the necessary assets to keep the mission going, slowly nodding his head as he saw things begin to come together. He also kept his eyes on the screen that showed a semi filled with armed guards being unloaded into a nondescript building. He hadn't gotten a full mission report, but he could tell that whatever was happening was bad, and that was really all he needed to know. Listening to her commands, he nodded his head and stood up straight. "Roger that, and I'm already gone." And he was, but now he was present in the armory where the assault team was already assembled and ready to go. Some of them were surprised when he just appeared, but he'd worked with a few and they weren't even shaken. "Alright mates, got a warehouse full of trigger happy goons with low IQ's; plan's simple. I drop you on their heads, you take 'em down....hard. Radio for pickup when you're done, now let's get this show on the road. A lot of times he'd put on a big show when creating portals, but it wasn't really necessary, he was just a bit of an attention grabber....a habit that he got from years of being around no one but an elderly man in a diaper who barely spoke a sentence every month. He didn't have time to mess around though, so a simple snap of his fingers and a whirling vortex of energy blossomed out of nothingness. "Get ready, we're literally coming out on top of their heads." Another snap and the portal rushed forward, engulfing he and the rest of the assault team in its transpatial goodness while at the same time dropping them at the destination. One of the guards noticed the light show and the whooshing noise all energy vortexes and portals seemed to make, and turned. Eden grabbed his gun and twisted it so the barrel was against the man's shoulder, then he made him pull the trigger. The gunshot started everything, and Eden was gone before the next man fell. Fernandez and Haystack were waiting for him in the launch bay when he arrived, and a light tap on their shoulders was all he needed to deliver them to the warehouse where numerous men were strewn about, unconscious or dead. "I'll leave you to it, you two. You know the drill." Haystack was opening his mouth to say something when Eden vanished; leaving he and Fernandez to clean up Bishop's mess. Next stop on his list was Warbird, and he nodded his head slightly when he came to be at her side. "Warbird, been a while since we worked together hadn't it? Well hopefully we get some missions in the near future; for now, let's get you to that warehouse eh?!" A quick pat on the shoulder and he was once again at the warehouse, which had many more occupants than he'd figured during his first trip there with the strike team. He didn't take down some unlucky sap this time, he was already on his way again, this time appearing twenty feet in front of Bishop's rapidly moving motorclye. Weaving through side streets, in and out of traffic like a man possessed, Bishop was going as fast as physically possible without putting other drivers and pedestrians at risk, and while his math wasn't great, his calculations of his arrival time were bad. He was so far away that even if the other warehouse was a straight shot from where he was and had no traffic and he pushed the bike to it's max the whole way, it would still take him a while to get there. That's why Feedback telling him that Eden was on his way was such a welcome thing. "Roger that, Feedback." He was going for a bit more when Eden just appeared in his path; smiling, Bishop revved the engine and sped up, knowing what Eden had in mind. He popped a wheely, just waiting for the light show. Eden had worked with Bishop several times since his arrival, and the man knew enough of his methods to not slow down, so he simply opened a portal and let him drive through it; it let him out on the road down the street from the warehouse, but having him appear inside going 90+mph wouldn't help anyone. With his job done for the moment, he leaned to the side and felt his elbow prop up against Feedback's chair as he warped back to the Command Center. "Eden Fesi, tunneling through space-time for justice." Reina swirled around in the chair. “Don’t ever say that again.” |
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| Warbird | Oct 15 2011, 01:11 AM Post #21 |
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Feedback reported that Bishop was doing his job, or more to the point doing what he did best. Warbird couldn’t ask for any less. Her ears were still ringing greatly but her vision had finally cleared. She was definitely going to see the medic after this mission but there was still much to accomplish on the agenda. They might have stopped the kingpin but his shipment was still en route. Feedback then called over again and said that Agent Fesi was on the way for an even quicker transport to the next destination. Down the street the police were arriving. Their lights danced across the glass sprinkled across the pavement. One of the cruisers screeched to a halt and one of the police officers came forward tentatively. Warbird held out her badge and replied, “Not to worry officer. I’m Agent Danvers of SHIELD and we’ve just apprehended Don Doyle. He’s practically gift wrapped for you.” A figure appeared at her side, it was Eden Fesi. “My ride is here,” she said to the officer. Warbird handed over a card with the number of a secure line on it. “Please call this number when you have taken Doyle into custody, but we will probably contact you first. Just, don’t worry about how we knew how to find you.” Then Warbird and Eden disappeared. “It has been a while Agent Fesi. Soon enough, though,” she replied as they appeared in the warehouse. Warbird had wasn’t sure what to expect but the warehouse was now crawling with goons. In an instant Fesi had vanished once more. Once again, Warbird was met with a hail of gunfire. She crossed her arms over her face and jetted into the air. She ignited her fists with photonic energy and pulled back for a punch. She swung her fist and pounded one of the hired men in the chest. He flew backward and slid along the ground. “So we just have to hit until all of these guys fall down?” she asked. |
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