10025/Missing Serum Investigation

Missing Serum Investigation
Date of Scene:	07 February 2022
Location:	Haiti, Agent's safehouse.
Synopsis:	SHIELD agents investigate their missing agent Nessbaum. They find a run down apartment / safehouse and learn he had been taken by a drug kingpin in Haiti.
Cast of Characters:	Achilles, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Michael Erickson, Jessica Drew, Jane Foster

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Achilles has posed:
    When agent Nessbaum's report was cut off in mid-transmission, the logistics division of SHIELD reported it to their superiors immediately. And despite having a department dedicated to making more red tape, things moved quite quickly. Within an hour, a team was assembled and dispatched via SHIELD Jump Jet to the vicinity of Haiti.

    Nessbaum's report indicated that HYDRA had been transporting a failed attempt at re-creating the Super Soldier Serum for disposal. And if the side effects were something that made HYDRA want to destroy the serum, it must be pretty bad.

    In flight, the briefing was short and sweet.

    "Agent Nessbaum has an apartment on King Avenue in one of the more run-down areas of the city of Port-au-Prince. He has a safe-house that he did not report the location per standing orders.Anything he transmitted may have been intercepted. So if he has information, it is more than likely to be in his safehouse. Your team is to enter the apartment, discern what may have happened to our agent, and locate evidence leading to the location of his safehouse. If that is not possible, try to figure out what happened. Andrew Nessbaum is one of our own, and we don't want to abandon the man. You will be inserted on the roof of his two story apartment building. His apartment is number seven in the building, which is on the second floor."

    As the briefing officer speaks, a 3D hologram of the apartment building is displayed before you all. It flashes the unit assigned to the agent in question and gives a basic overview of the street out front and the alley behind the building.

    "Agent Romanoff, you are the senior agent on the scene. We will be providing real-time tactical updates from the Jump Jet and remain cloaked for the duration." Of course, the speaker is just a tactical and logistics weenie who will be on board to coordinate with the team in the field.

    "If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them in. We are twelve mikes from deployment."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would nod to the rest, "Understood, Sir." She would go to scan the hologram and evaluate the positioning. "We'll sweep the area first. Do not engage. Secure the rooftop and then we'll make our way down. Presume that there are hostiles nearby and observing the apartment for signs of anyone approaching. Keep an eye for them or any security they will lave left behind. Sweep the rooftop, observe the street, then we'll make our way through the building once a perimeter's setup and go through the safehouse. We'll get our Agent back." Her glancing at the rest of the team.
    "Look for signs of hostiles or listening devices. Do not set them off or alert them. Use your discretion."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Not that long ago, a few Avengers had to deal with an incident that strayed into Haiti's territory without warning. Diplomatic feathers had been ruffled and were still being soothed. In short, it was a place that it would be best if Captain Marvel isn't identified as operating just now.

So it is that Carol left her uniform back in New York. Instead she is wearing old jeans and a dark tank top, with a very light jacket overtop, and a pair of sturdy but worn boots. Nothing that stands out any more particularly than she already might just by virtue of being a blue-eyed blond in a country that tends towards other characteristics. Though hair is gathered up and hidden by a worn ball cap to help make it stand out not quite so much should they have to go out into public areas.

Carol checks an ICER weapon, stowing it into a jacket pocket where it might be slower to access, but is less likely to stand out than a holster would be. She double checks her communications one last time and then waits for the plane to deploy them.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "I can perform overwatch," says Michael. The newly-minted recruit wears a simple pair of jeans, t-shirt, and boots, suitable covert wear - he doesn't /need/ anything more, given that he can transform in an instant into a metal combat monster. Reaching into a pocket he withdraws a disc of matte gray material the size of a quarter, which he lays over one eye. "Scanning monocle. Should be able to perform adequate field watch while the team does its thing." Another bit from his small trove of spy gadgets from a galaxy far, far away.

    That said, he looks to Nat, awaiting her assent.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Head back against the padded side of the quinjet, Jessica opens her eyes, feeling the thrum of the jet as it goes into its final descent. Palms together, she circles her hands to release the wrist tendons that stiffen quickly since the mutagen exposure and studies the hologram of the Port-au-Prince apartment building, picturing how they will enter the apartment building.

The agent travels light with a backpack of street clothes at her feet to pull over her black tactical gear if they go out the front door and want to blend into the local scene. An underarm holster holds her ICER, and a multi-pocketed belt contains other tricks of the trade. She runs a hand back to double-check her hair pulled into a ponytail, then unbuckles her jumpseat belt, "Copy that, Agent Romanoff."

Jane Foster has posed:
Port-au-Prince, a place that's got a dark resonance to it from recent months. Jane reads that on the tablet and looks off in the distance, determined not to get sick then and there. Might be a particularly nice truth if she could avoid it. Wouldn't that be convenient?

Her focus then needs to exist in more tangible places, the map or the the specific layout of the grid around it. The agent isn't bound to speak up much at the moment, absorbing what she can for entry and exit strategies. Trust the Avenger to get them in and out. Her fingers curl around teh tablet that refuses to do much for her, blipping as she pokes at it with a fingertip. Oh, if /that's/ how it intends to be?

Achilles has posed:
    The logistics weenie nods, "Okay then. If there are no questions... we are approaching the drop point." And so the cloaked Jump Jet drops down and hovers over the designated insertion point. The aft hatch opens, and the light over it turns a solid green. Nobody gives verbal commands. It is unnecessary at this point. Plus, the more noise made, the worse the stealth part of the insertion.

    The moment the field team is all out of the jet, it closes up and lifts to one thousand feet where it will circle and continue to provide overwatch and logistical assistance to the team.

Achilles has posed:
    As the team enters the building from the roof, it is evident that even for Haiti, this is not the best neighborhood. The building is ramshackle, and quite literally falling apart. The door to apartment seven hangs open, and the frame appears to have been forced. The door does not appear -able- to close fully, and one of the three hinges even appears to be detached from the frame.

    Inside, there is ample evidence of a struggle. But it could just be that looters have been here since it was vacated. There -are- standard procedure hiding places that can often be utilized by an agent in the field. Floorboards, false wall sections, plumbing, vents. Lots of places that can be searched.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff is going to join the sweeping as soon as they've secured the perimeter and are going inside. It's what they feared. Her tone is passive as she would go to report in. <<Control, confirm that safehouse has been assaulted and ransacked. Team, move to general sweep pattern. See if there's anything left. Overwatch, maintain surveillance along hte perimeter and report on anything coming and going.>>
    Natasha's moving to case the area quickly. Attempting to track how the fight had played out as if she were trying to choreograph the routine of a ballet in her mind.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    And so that's what he does. Michael, being overwatch, takes up position at a cafe near a taxi stand a bit down the street from the apartment building in question. With a glass of akasan in hand, vintage Wayfarers on, and the sensor eye hidden beneath them, he has a good, ranged view of what's going on out front of the structure. Focuses on interesting people as they past, sweeping for metallic masses that might indicate weapons. Or tracking faces that might betray suspicion. He's been at this a while, after all.

    << Overatch in place, >> he says between sips of the creamy drink, tasting vanilla and anise and cinnamon. << Monitoring. All clear here. >>

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danvers rises from her seat and moves forward to the front of the plane's exit ramp, with a quiet, "Bullet sponge coming through." Once down on the building, she leads the way wherever Natasha directs her, taking point in situations that might end up with a hidden assailant opening fire.

Once the outside is clear, Carol moves in through the door first, her ICER drawn and in hand. She moves to clear the room and make sure no one is hiding inside. Once it's clear, she says, "I'll keep watch out front," and moves to take up a spot in the hallway outside, leaning against the wall and fiddling idly with a phone for cover.

Jessica Drew has posed:
With the ease of long practice, Agent Drew crouches at the end of the open back of the plane, waiting her turn to descend. Then, spiraling, she fast ropes in seconds to the roof of the building below them, catching a glimpse of palm trees and in the far distance a glint of sunlight off of the sea.

After a quick look down into the street to see if anyone spotted them, Jess takes an open door into the stairwell leading to the second-floor apartment.

Inside, she moves quickly to the ransacked bedroom - pillows are ripped open, the mattress hangs sideways off the bed.

Finger to her ear, she turns in place, searching for a last-ditch effort to put them on his trail. Over coms, <<Nothing at first sight here. No blood. No obvious tells or bread crumbs yet.>>

Jane Foster has posed:
Being she is very much the civilian scientist on the ground, Jane doesn't at all demand to take point. She slips the tablet into her bag and pulls out a pair of small, slender sticks that could easily be overlooked as stakes. Simple black things with a shiny glass finish on one side will do, giving her a means to scan the vicinity of the apartment for fluctuations in energy or spatial matter. Stick one here, stick one there, and the triangulation to the woman herself should be fairly easy.

After that, it's gloves on as all proper investigators wisely do and adjusting her position on the perimeter of the hallway and then inside. Her main interests start where Jess isn't: floors, wall, kitchen, whatever passes for a living room. Via comms, she asks, <Any idea on numbers?>

Achilles has posed:
    It does appear as if a lot has gone on here. Nessbaum is a veteran agent of SHIELD. His file showed him to be meticulous and a critical thinker. Someone who would have any breadcrumbs far enough out of sight for a casual searcher to miss, but smart enough to make sure that his fellow agents wouldn't really miss anything. It's when Jane's tablet and scanners start to go over the place that a few small things stand out.

    There are readouts that can be dismissed. Things like.. oh look metal. Right, plumbing pipes. Or... electrical energy. Right, power lines. But there is something. The metal that indicate iron and pipes in the bathroom wall.. mostly the shower stall... yeah, the pipes should end at the spigot. But there is a small mass of metal up above there in one corner of the stall.

    As Jane Lifts the eroded drop-ceiling panel, a ziplock baggie is found. Within the baggie, are a few items. Three different passports, some currency in demoninations used in each of the countries matching those passports, a flash drive, a small Glock 36 (.45 caliber tiny hold-out pistol), and a pair of sunglasses.

    It is not difficult to see that this is what can only be called a 'go-bag', designed for quick retrieval, thus allowing the agent to grab it and go, hence the name.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff is going to slowly sweep through the room, attempting to choreograph the fight and the attackers. Eyes tracking signs of dents, of debris, where things had been torn.. Attempting to calculate angles. Where something had been slammed and hit, yanked along.. A counter-position where one might have fought back or scrambled away.. She would try and track all of it, attempting to in her own mind map out what had gone on. Her pistol out but pointed at the ground, safety on. Glancing at the other agents. Replying to Jessica..
    <<Not at the moment. It will take a few minutes to reconstruct>> Taking her time to keep tabs on the rest of the team and their actions. Not asking for updates; they were professionals. They would tell her when they found something.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danvers stands guard out in the hallway. While she's not completely lacking in knowledge on such investigative work, the fighter pilot turned superhero is far from up to SHIELD agent levels in such tradecraft. So once the likelihood of a shootout has diminished, she lets those with the skills do their job while she keeps an eye out.

A large bug scuttles down the floor, staying near to the wall as if to not draw too much attention to itself. "Really hope there's nothing as big of you at the new place," Carol mutters to the bug, referring to a recently inherited house that she still has not seen yet.

The tinny sound of a radio can be heard by Carol through the door of an apartment a few doors down. Someone home, but not seeming to pay them any mind, which is just how they'd prefer it.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Out of the corner of her eye, Jess catches Jane sweeping with her wands on her way into the bathroom. The intruders who had ransacked the apartment did a lot of her work for her. Nothing of consequence comes into view. She pushes clothes out of the way with a foot and searches the closet, keeping radio silence until she comes on something.

Jane Foster has posed:
<What do we have here?> Jane's rhetorical question, for those lacking eyes on her or a SHIELD-rated GoPro camera, will soon be answered. <He wasn't fleeing on his own recognizance. Looks like a couple hundred dollars in bills and different identities buttoned up for quick departure. Being a Swedish national has perks.> Thumbing through the passports to determine the countries, she shuffles the bag around carefully while maintaining it for evidence. Into the SHIELD-standard satchel it goes, carefully tucked under a protective layer.

Further careful inspection of the mirror and any medicine cabinet follows, quick snaps of any prescrptions that might be there taken. Particular attention paid to the pharmacies, just in case. The sweep isn't a fast one; Natasha is outside and Jess nearby, confidence-building enough.

The next stop, then, a windowsill to determine whether or not someone entered or exited through it recently. Given the abysmal state of Haitian architecture, hell, the place might not even have a window. Those are luxuries. <Behind you on the right,> she murmurs and then slips silent again, moving in a perimeter sweep step by step. The palatial accommodations of the Triskelion compared to here aren't pleasant. <We want to survey the roof after?>

Achilles has posed:
    The fight out front is being analyzed by Natasha, and the bug looks back to Carol. The fighter pilot might just have a brief thought that this thing might be smart and potent enough to start doing a Joe's Apartment song and dance number. But then it just continues in with its buggy life.

    Outside, Michael is on overwatch... and as such, he spots many people coming and going. It seems clear out there, except for the regular over-heavy traffic.

    Meanwhile Jess finds clothes that are generally kept as clean as possible here in Haiti. But there -is- what appears to be a standard issue SHIELD motion tracker just inside the closet door, aimed out at the bedroom. Perhaps it went off when the intruders came in? Perhaps not.

    Overall, it looks like the place was mostly searched, but -quickly-. And by amateurs.

    The only real prize is the go bag. So far ...

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would look at the ground and reconstruct the scene. Door being breached. Struggle at close range. "Two attackers at minimum. Likely three. They came in and overpowered him.." But he put up one hell of a fight. "As soon as he was subdued he would have been restrained. You can tell where his feet were dragging." She would point at the very small marks on the floor. "Two would have carried him, one on each side of him." If just one the Agent would have been flung over a back.
    Spoken quietly moreso to herself to ensure she was reviewing it properly. Eyes tracing hte pattern once more. Then going to speak on the comm <<He was subdued physically. At least two attackers. Dragged out after.>> After she had run the data through her mind another time to ensure it's accuracy. Musing..
    The agent was field trained, but not a combat expert. Attacked in close quarters they still took a reasonable time (by the standards of a fight) to immobilize him. Which didn't speak to them being elite..

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol continues to tap away on her phone, though not really paying much attention to it as she keeps watch. She pushes away from the wall she's leaning against, continuing to apparently text with someone as she makes her way slowly along the hall.

When has a vantage point on the front of the place, she takes a look at where a vehicle might have pulled up, and then in a series of glances, looks around for any signs of cameras that might be covering the area. In an area so rundown she's not expecting to find much, but maybe they'll get lucky and find something that can identify a vehicle he was taken away in.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Feeling along the inside of the closet door (Jess is not overly squeamish about insects given her origins) she comes on the motion detector blue-toothed to a detector someplace else in the apartment. Untripped oddly enough.

On Jane reporting her find, she stops her search and then joins her. Leaning against the bathroom door, "Money but nothing else? Nothing high-tech like a flash drive. Did you find glasses of any kind?"

Michael Erickson has posed:
    At the cafe, Michael listens quietly, still keeping his eyes upon the street, the crowds. He is reminded of a similar place, a social club on Camenaar, where once he tracked down an agent of the famous rebel sister to the Throne. Not that Deathbird's agents would be here, of course, but he had held overwatch too - but as the team leader, not as a recruit, waiting for his team to pull the man screaming from his apartment with a null-hood sealed around his head.

    So strange, being on the other side of things. Saving rather than dragging someone off to interrogation.

Jane Foster has posed:
"Sunglasses. I haven't opened them up. Figure they might have tech built in?" Jane asks, patting her bag for Jess to indicate where the stolen go bag might be. "A drive in here too." Nothing out of the ordinary about the windows, though, something of a disappointment but expected. She continues, scaling along the floor until she reaches a corner and recalibrates her position. Ceilings, walls, roofs. What do people so easily forget? Light fixtures, the points above them. Smoke detectors, not that Haiti's likely to normally have those. Bundled wiring where a mic or a recording device might be slipped. The work is slow, uninviting. They always hurry those things up in stories, but legwork and gumshoeing is tedious at the best of times.

Girl's not either, but an astrophysicist with a twist, and content to reckon on the mucked up wiring or hidden lamps or asymmetric tile or woodwork to give it away.

Achilles has posed:
    Inside and out, things are quiet right now. I won't go so far as to call them too quiet. But they are quiet. There are some people around who are noticing activity in the apartment building. On most of their faces, Michael can see fear blossoming. The motion sensor may as well be a little red fish named a Herring.

    From the air, in the cloaked Jump Jet, word comes, "Looks like the only activity in the area is.. for lack of a better term.. the city block equivalent of an old west Saloon with everyone clearing out." A fact that Michael can verify. There are less people around now than there were not long ago.

    Meanwhile, Nat has the whole scuffle worked out, and Carol's observation of cameras comes down to figure out that any obvious cameras would be scrap metal in hours. It's that kind of area.

    So it boils down to a go-bag stuffed in Jane's bag, and the vague idea that people are scared of what is (or might soon be) going on in this area.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
While the others are casing the room finely, by touch or by sensor, Natasha stays in place. Casing the room visually. Looking for things out of place. Part of the wall that might be a bit thicker or a bit thinner. Bits of the floor that might be looser or thicker. She's standing still and not speaking, tracking along the room. Keeping tabs on where the other agents were searching and estimating their progress.
    Then going to scan the room for more blatant positionings. Where might she have put something if she were the one readying cameras? the others are evaluating the streets and the avenues of approach and departure.. Natasha would hmm. Then go to very, very lightly look from the floor to the wall to the ceiling in an arc. Almost no motion to her body. Barely even seeming to breathe.
    As the report along from the jump jet, Natasha would finally seem to move and breathe again. "Conclusions, Agents? Recommendations?"

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Confirmed..." Michael murmurs this over the rim of his glass, which he finishes and gets up from the cafe to stretch his legs. Easy. Casual. Just another white tourist with dark glasses. He bought them when he first arrived on Earth, at a boutique in Midtown. The woman at the counter told him he looked like Roy Orbison in them and though he had no idea who that was, her reaction indicated to him that he should buy them. Big green eyes that sparkled with humor. He'd come here from Venendra, where the only eyes the locals had were faceted and black like cut jewels.

    "Going to take a stroll around the perimeter. Curious what has everyone clearing out."

Carol Danvers has posed:
<<Some of SHIELD tech use glasses, so definitely worth checking out. Microdots on the other stuff? Don't know if you can find that in the field. I don't have my scanners or I'd offer to help,>> Carol says. Her Starforce uniform being back in whatever staging area they used to launch the mission into Haiti from.

She continues to meander along the hallway. <<No sight of any cameras that might be able to trade the vehicle. Could talk to residents, but not sure we're going to have that long from the sound of it.>>

Jane Foster has posed:
<Possible, though I would have to reconfigure that bandwidth and spectrum. Might take me a few shakes. Thanks!> The appreciation is there for Carol, though Jane isn't relying on call signs or anything of the sort. SHIELD-level tech is advantageous, but her own programming works with the sensors and the app called up, calibrated to shift through various wavelengths bit by bit. Pretty circular dials would make a neat holographic projection if she actually needed that level of fanciness, but the brunette doesn't. <Let's see what comes to light. I still think going up top might give us a finer view, but we've got someone yanked out of here unwilingly, that's my first guess.>

She wrinkles her nose. The bangle on her wrist, under her sleeve, probably snorts loudly in cosmic crackles hearing that tactical element. She plucks open her bag, letting the app do its job to calibrate the sensors, and fishes out the flash drive for Jessica. <You're going to want me to plug this in, aren't you? I'm always hesitant about that. You /know/ Q is always very clear to not plug in suspicious USB drives /and/ leave dropping buildings on our heads to her.>

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Walking the street across from the hotel, Michael sees it - people departing quickly, looking tense. Making very Catholic gestures over very Catholic hearts, warding off danger. The frown he makes is entirely mental, though. Can't let people see what's what. << Attention, >> he murmurs over comms, pitching his voice in the way they taught him in the academy - deep, sonorous, unable to be mistaken. A slight vibrato quality thanks to vocal cords that once, millions of years ago, made birdsong. << People are clearing out and signing crosses like the Phal'kon is about to land. >> A beat. << In this case that's you lot. Whatever went down here, they're acting like your being there is going to piss someone off. That someone may or may not show up. >>

Jessica Drew has posed:
The bag. "Mind if I look at what he thought was so important to cache in the bag, Agent Foster?" Jess straightens and holds out her hand. She fishes out the sunglasses that have nothing special about them and slips them on; they turn on with a touch of her finger. A video flashes onto the inside of the glasses, 3D of Agent Andrew Nessbaum.

She straightens, and holds up a hand to Jane, <<Heads up. We have a message from Agent Nessbaum.>>

On audio, she hears, "If you find my bag and I don't have it, then I am either captured or dead. The flash drive in the bag is encrypted. It is standard SHIELD encryption. It contains all of the data I have collected during my time here in Haiti. I hope the data helps." He calmly adds, "Oh, and one other thing. Use these to track me.

"Once this message completes, they will display the direction to the tracking device that I ingested. It will only last for ninety-six hours. This recording was made at Zero Seven Hundred Eastern Time, on February the nineteenth."

Rapidly calculating in her head, Jess whispers, "Thirty-six hours till his tracker goes dead."

Achilles has posed:
    And more and more people have cleared out. This neighborhood is basically a ghost town at this point. And as practiced and experienced as Michael is... his is not the sort of face that blends into the crowds here in Haiti. Especially when he is a crowd of one. Door are locked, windows shuttered. The neighborhood is on lockdown. Waiting for the inevitable explosion of violence they expect to be coming.

    The video.. well holo-projection is only visible to Jessica. But to her it looks like a blue-grainy (ala Star Wars Holograms) is projected before her. She can see the guy talking. When he mentions the flash drive, the hologram appears to be holding said flash drive in his hand.

    Finally, Jessica can see in her viewpoint... projected just above her normal field of vision to be out of the way... a simple arrow pointing off to the west-ish.

    The only thing left is the Flash Drive. That and getting out before the proverbial 'Sword of Damocles' falls out of the sky.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The inevitable is coming. Here in SHIELD they're after a missing agent. Not to start a general melee. Natasha's voice would take a moment to evaluate. <<Agents, prepare for withdraw and extraction. All personnel, fall back to Quinjet.>> They weren't here to fight something unknown.
    <<Upload the data as soon as possible for analysis that we've retrieved.>> Never stick around for a fight where you were expected to be there for.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    His is not, in fact, the sort of face that blends into the crowds. Shame he sacrificed his old Intruder suit to bring the Raptor back to life with whom he now shares existence - its holographic disguise suite would have been advantageous. But instead, he simply walks back to the cafe, and leans against its now closed facade.

    << Well, >> he says, << The neighborhood has locked down. We need to make ourselves scarce if you're done, everyone. I expect the Goon Squad is on the move. >> Not that it matters, of course. Some of the people on the team, himself included, can weather small arms with a smile. At least.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol replies into her comms, <<Affirmative. Will bring up the rear.>> She will wait for everyone else to depart, playing rear guard should anything go wrong. Hopefully it won't go wrong. A plane ride out being preferred to possibly being spotted.

She does hope they are able to work things out with Haiti soon enough though. Things could turn violent at some point, the way this is looking.

Jane Foster has posed:
Haiti is a country that knows pain, suffering and loss. Exceptional beauty mixed with appalling poverty, remarkable achievements wrapped around a long struggle to achieve stability. Jane laughs under her breath, a certain bitter sweetness that goes with near to everything in their surroundings. "Figures."

She doesn't need Natasha to tell her twice to get ready to leave, no necessary visuals to follow a path back. The surest course of smart is getting out of trouble quick. See also why /she/ wasn't in the center of New York when angels showed up! <Roger.> That much provided, she neatly sidesteps a creaky board and uses the wall as a guide to get out. Pausing to snatch up the two sensors on the wall, she dumps them back in the bag.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jessica pulls down the glasses, and eyes Jane with a faint smile, "See you topside. I'll wait for you on the roof."

<<Exfil,">> comes her terse reply. She tucks the glasses back into the bag and hands it to Jane.

Up on the roof, she waits until the others have arrived then grabs a line hanging from the jet. Spider-nimble, she scrambles to the top, not waiting to be reeled in.

Achilles has posed:
    And down comes the Jump Jet. It's cloaked.. but the effect of its VTOL engines being near the roof is hard to miss. Good thing that nobody's really looking. LOCKDOWN for the win.

    The ship hovers a twenty or sofeet off the rooftop and the aft hatch opens to reveal the innards.

    Climbing ropes drop down to the rooftop as the hatch opens like some gaping maw. Since the people mostly cleared out, Captain Tech Weenie made the call to just come down low and do a pickup in the most expedient way. By opening the door.

    He stands in the yawning hatchway waiting and mans the winches to retract the ropes if anyone isn't really a capable climber, other hand ready to retract the ramp the moment everyone is inside.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Without his armor, Michael has to depend on his alien physiology - but in comparison to humans, he's just /damned strong/. Quick. Able to scale the side of a building once he ducks into an alleyway without much of an issue. And so he mantles over the rooftop edge and saunters up the ramp into the back of the plane, lips pursed as he nods to Agent Weenie. Lots to do, lots to do...and not much time to do it in. Perfect sort of op.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff is going to rapidly pull herself up and moving to scan through the front cockit. Her pistol once again in hand, pointed down and with the safety on. Just in case whatever it was did attempt to rush after them. And they would be going out right with that big crowd running from whatever. Something to let the higher ups deal with or decide how to pursue. As they would get ready to withdraw. Moving to then take a seat in the back.

Jane Foster has posed:
Forth they go. Such is the nature of spy life: lots of searching, contemplating, risk-taking, and cool rides out. She will happily take the normal way up the ramp rather than clinging to a rope like a desperate spider in a typhoon. Sooner they get out, the better it will be.

One only wants to visit the place of mass murder and death from a few months past so soon after the event, naturally!

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danvers waits for everyone else to get aboard then steps upon onto the ramp and will close the hatch before going to settle into a seat herself. The ICER goes back into a pocket, though she pulls the jacket off now it is no longer needed. Then the baseball cap, ruffling fingers through her hair.

"So, what'd we get?" she asks, turning to look towards the others.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Tracker and who knows what is on that flash drive, Agent Danvers. We've got thirty-six hours to find him before the battery poofs on us." Jess settles in next to Jane. "That was too easy. Not easy on Nussbaum though."

Achilles has posed:
    Captain.. well Agent Weenie 'was' listening to the comms the whole time. When Jane gets on board, he approaches her after shutting the hatch behind everyone... and says, "You guys mentioned a Flash Drive with standard SHIELD Encryption, yes?" he asks... reaching out to ask for it. When it is given to him, he reaches for a standalone tablet that is -not- connected to the Jump Jet's network. He plugs it in and brings it up.... turning to show it to everyone.

    The flash drive, once decrypted, shows a chemical formula and a bunch of very technical notes. For those who are more... scientifically inclined, the notes break down to saying essentially, "Subjects are augmented with superhuman strength, speed, and durability. But their aggression is off the scale. They attack anyone and everyone, and at that same time they begin to break down. Their body will tear itself apart within weeks if not days after exposure. This can be delayed by consuming what can only be called... fresh protein. Consuming it while it is still alive is best." There are some images included which show test subjects in various states of decay and destruction at the hands of the serum.

    It goes on to say that while it was in transport to a disposal site, a local drug kingpin who calls himself "Papa Legba" ambushed the convoy and stole the shipment. The locals have begun calling the drug, which Legba is believed to be trying to replicate and synthesize, "Boko".