11133/I'll take that

I'll take that
Date of Scene:	12 May 2022
Location:	Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	When June steals an artifact and taunts Hellboy, she doesn't expect that she will shortly need a rescue by him.
Cast of Characters:	Hellboy, June Connor

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Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy sits in the unassuming vehicle as muscle. He sits tall, looking for various dangers, but given the nature of what they're carrying and what they regularly deal with, he's not exactly the guy for the job. Everyone around just looks like regular humans to him. No true sight or anything to peek through glamor or holograms. His right elbow is up in the open window of the SUV, his left hand gripping the handle of the Samaritan.
    The village is less crowded than other areas, which is why their route went through there, though Hellboy didn't look happy about that decision. Maybe he was just eager to get back to watching cartoons.

June Connor has posed:
    This philly cheesesteak is amazing. Isn't there a rule against good cheesesteak outside of Pennsylvania? June doesn't care. She's hungry and it's good. She scrolls through her phone, looking at the info for this heist. How she managed to get a job like this? Well, the creepy dude that hired her had some HFC connections. She's low man on the totem pole, so she got the job. Not only that, but she's a rather unknown entity, so it's unlikely anyone would be looking for her. She's hardly someone to flag any concerns regarding magical artifacts. "The Uti-ultimorconi- Fuck, why do they come up with such weird names. Why don't they just call it the prototype for Simon Says?" In her mind, that's exactly what it looks like.

    She puts the phone away, and pulls the straps on her black knapsack to pull it tightly against her back, and buckles the hip belt so that it won't wiggle about as she moves. Oh, there's the van. "Dammit, I'm not done eating," she complains to herself. She quickly takes another hulking bite which spills out of her mouth, and throws the rest of the sandwich...where's a trash can? Too far. It's on the street. Litterbug. Chewing with more in her mouth than she should, she starts toward the crosswalk, hitting the button and waiting. A pair of black leggings are more difficult to see in the twilight, and her T-shirt matches. Not quite as direct a ninja outfit as some might wear, but then, it makes it a little less obvious that she's going for stealth in a city that never sleeps. The light turns red, and she starts walking to where the van will have to stop.

Hellboy has posed:
    The light turns red, and, as predicted, the large vehicle carrying the BPRD/SHIELD agents has to stop. Red puts his Right Hand of Doom up, fingers touching the thin area of the door above the open window. He grumbles as an empty schoolbus drives by. It's big and yellow and most of all slow.

June Connor has posed:
    June checks the plates from the info she received as she walks up. She gives a little smile and tease of a wink to the driver. Primarily to distract from the pouch that she's discretely accessing her strategy from. A few small beads come into her hand. One stick, two, three, more. They go onto the side of the suburban as she passes. Small explosives designed for remotely breaking windows. Nothing powerful. She gets to the rear of the vehicle, and steps into the blindspot at the tail light. Her phone comes back out, sync...and

    A sudden breaking of a storefront window happens in front of the driver, the glass falling to the ground outside to the front and left. Small pops start pelting the side of the van. While they do no real damage aside from perhaps some paint scarring, they SOUND like someone is opening fire on them. The distraction to seem like there is an automatic rifle pelting the vehicle.

    Behind, June slides a long metal rod into her hand, ready to stab it into the rear door lock as soon as the occupants respond to the imaginary threat in front of them.

Hellboy has posed:
    The driver ducks, sliding down in his seat and drawing his firearm. Hellboy is ready in a flash. "Stay down," he says. He opens the door with the outside handle and stands. He can't see the attackers, but he's not about to let their tiny calibur bullets stop him. He rushes on the storefront, his gigantic revolver pointed at the ground but ready as he leaps in, looking around for the culprits. Well, distraction gonna distract, apparently.

June Connor has posed:
    And jab. The steel rod is jammed into the locking mechanism on the van, and she torques it to force the mechanism to unlock, then pulls on the door handle to open the back of the van. She isn't sure if there are more people in the back, but she doesn't care. She slams her hand forward to grab the case with the target in it. She doesn't have a small smirk about her success, either. While she's quite satisfied with herself, though, she doesn't stick around to gloat. She's off and running toward the other side of the street, in clear view of anyone who might be sitting behind them at the traffic light, her fire-engine red hair flapping as she sprints.

Hellboy has posed:
    Real gunshots crack out now as the driver, apparently the only other one in the SUV, fires on the redhead stealing the case. Red jumps up on a car, denting the roof in, costing taxpayer money. "Hey!" Hellboy calls out, jumping down and sprinting after the woman. However, she has an advantage he doesn't have. She's a human among humans. She can hide in plain sight. Red's got angry people in the shop thinking he broke windows, angry car owner, and wowing hipsters who liked Hellboy before he was famous all getting in the way.

June Connor has posed:
    A quick duck as she hears the gun shot from the driver. She makes for where other people are, making the prospect of shooting at her far riskier. While they are all ducking out of the way, they could be unintentional casualties. And they are all scurrying in a panic now as well. She glances over her shoulder as she hears Hellboy yell out. "Shit he's big, she laughs, skipping into a reverse step to get a better look, giving a taunting wink to the big red demon, and then continuing that skip back around to continue down the street. Just an average teenage girl, though she definitely has some speed to her.

Hellboy has posed:
    With Hellboy tangled in a web of persons, June is able to get away. Somewhere elsewhere, the evasive teen will be free to enter the secluded warehouse with her macguffin. There will probably be a bonus if she can talk them into it. Hellboy isn't exactly an easy person to best in a conflict.

June Connor has posed:
    June enters as if she owns the place. She has no idea what this thing is, but that's not her job, probably some rich crook wanting a piece of fancy jewelry or something. She didn't bring a drill to open the case, that's not her part. Not her problem. By the time she arrives, she's chewing on a piece of gum, smacking it loudly.

    "Yo!" She calls out as she enters. "Got yer shit, just like promised, in and out, no mess." Which for her is a big deal. Things never go according to plan. This one did! Horray for her! She glances around, "You here?" she calls out, no longer concerned with stealth.

Hellboy has posed:
    From the shadows, a gentleman appeared. Japanese by ancestry, his glasses perpetually fogged up over his insideous and permanent smile. "Miss Connor," he says, a detail that was not previously shared. "A pleasure to see you again." He was calm, but something about him was unsettling and creepy. However, this time, the mild-mannered gentleman in his sweater-vest, button-up shirt, khaki slacks, and dress shoes is joined by a couple dozen others, faces obscured in the shadows of their long, black robes. They step into the light out of the shadows all around June and her contact.

June Connor has posed:
    The dramatic presentation of the man seems to have little effect as June shifts to spot the mysterious benefactor. Everybody has their 'cool factor' they want to exhude. "Yaya," she says, dismissing his atmosphere. "Great to see you too, So, Thirty, right?" she asks around the smacking gum, her wrist casually twisting the case back and forth without too much concern. Whatever it is has a case around it, probably safe, right?

    "Smooth deals are good, I'm sure the standing with HFC will be nice for you, too, right?" she gives a lopsided knowing smile.

Hellboy has posed:
    The man takes off his glasses, wiping them with a cloth as he speaks. "Yes, yes," he says. "What was it you said? Thirty million? Thousand? Hundred? Thirty dollars?" He puts his glasses back on his face where they begin to fog up again immediately. Through that insideous grin, he continues, "I don't think it matters much, since this building is metal and blocks radio and cell phone signals." At that point, hands began to grasp for June to prevent her escape.

June Connor has posed:
    June narrows her eyes as he starts his questioning about thirty. It was thirty thousand, that was clear, one thing she always remembers is how much she will get paid. "Fuck you, we had a deal," she says, backpedaling out of reach. She holds out the case. "I will fucking smash whatever you got in this thing to pieces if you wanna back out. Don't think I won't." She points at the man, continuing a lazy backward motion. She's not trying to escape, just...not be touched.

Hellboy has posed:
    Unfortunately for her, she was surrounded. Hands grasped June wherever they could, more taking the case from her. Each one of the hands felt strong as a body builder's firm grip, or maybe it was even stronger. The case was handed to the man who looked through his fogged glasses and smiled all the more broadly as he looked at what was inside. "Ah yes," he says, closing it again. "Deals with mortals. Of course. Because your words are always so binding." Turning, he disappears through the sea of black-robed...cultists? It wasn't really clear what they were, just that they were closing in around her, and more and more hands were on her body.

June Connor has posed:
    June was surprised by the hands from behind, "Get youse hands off me!" she yanks free from the first cultist, only to be grabbed by a second. She punches that one in the face, but despite her struggle, it isn't long before she's held fast. "I ain't into whatever screwed up kinky thing you think youse pullin' heah," she spits through clenched teeth, her accent seeming to thicken with her rage. "Get off me!" She kicks one of them in the shin, but it's not enough to get free.

Hellboy has posed:
    June is restrained by a half dozen cultists, all of whom work as one to move her in the direction her 'benefactor' (if one can call him that) disappeared. There's the sound of tearing as seams of her clothing are pulled apart by various strong hands. Soon, she's stripped with a different dress or robe of white draped over her form. The woman is wrapped in chains and dragged into a large room with a stone table on it with channels, likely for blood. The chains are affixed and tightened down, trapping the vocal teen.

June Connor has posed:
    "Fuckin' pervs!" June rages, far from the whimpering helpless attitude that some might have for such a violation. A headbutt knocks a few teeth out of one of her captors, she manages a throat kick to another that takes him out of action. She seems undeterred by the fact that she has not realistic escape from her scenario other than a retributionary blow here or there.

    "This ain't a fuckin' horror flick, Imma kill you, you hear me!" she screams at the top of her lungs, a little blood trickling from her lip. She tests the strength of the chain as her hands are affixed to them, and then stops suddenly. There's a fire behind her eyes, and she glances the room, seeming to change gears. She doesn't have the attitude of someone resigned. Her green eyes may be lit up in fear, but the wheels are turning. She's not about to give up yet. A twist on the manacle, testing how long it would take to possibly squeeze out of it.

Hellboy has posed:
    The man in the fogging glasses enters the room in a black robe. On his face is that impertinent smile. That horrible grin that doesn't seem to ever go away, just get a bit smaller or a bit bigger. He holds a knife in his hand as he approaches her. The other robed figures take up spots in the perimeter of a circle and begin chanting. "Hello again, Miss Connor. Or should I call you June? Yes, your first name is more intimate. It will do to be the last thing you're called before you die."

June Connor has posed:
    June shivers once. She doesn't like being vulnerable, and she is certainly that at the moment. "And what should I call you?" she asks with a pounding chest. "Since we' bein' intimate. Gotta know what name to call out as I fuck you in the ass with that knife." All bravado. She twists her hand a little more, cutting her thumb's knuckle as she manages to get one hand into a position that she could wrench it free. She's running out of time for the second hand though, and doesn't want to tip off that the first is ready to be slipped free before the second can join it.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Oh, really," the man says. "Do you think me so easy to manipulate, June?" He seems intent to use her first name. He holds up the dagger. "It is this that is the instrument of your blissful agony." He runs the flat of the knife over her new white robe. It is cold as the steel moves over her side, her hip, across her and up to be held in the dim light, silhouetted for her to see the wavy shape. The man is enamored with it, staring up at the thing. "You are not the final sacrifice. There have been many others. You aren't even the best. Bratty and bespoiled. Almost unworthy to give your blood for my master."

June Connor has posed:
    And manipulate she did. Keep him talking. "Then move on to some more worthy bullshitter," she says. "Get that fuckin thing away!" Perceiving that he may want to emotionally break her, she manages to work up a tear. It's a tear of rage, but she can sell it as something else. "Please." Her face changes, letting more of a terror show. "I don't wanna die today." Her wrist on the right hand forces a dislocation of her thumb. That really hurts. But less than death, right? She suddenly yanks both hands free, which rotate immediately around to his knife hand. She slams her left from below on his wrist. The right from above to the back of his hand to impact and cause the blade to be knocked away, cutting her leg as it clatters past her chained ankles.

    In the same movement, her right hand grips a palm pressure point sans thumb, three fingers digging hard into it to cause pain so that she can pull him forward, her left elbow meeting his incoming throat for a rather brutal elbow to the trachea. Of course, she has the problem of still being chained by her feet, fastened and it is not so easy to slip out of foot restraints.

Hellboy has posed:
    Every blow strikes, but the wormy man doesn't ever stop smiling. He grips her hands in what is almost an embrace to keep her elbow in that final impact point against his trachea. He wheezes through those upturned lips and clenched teeth, crushed tracheas being what they are. He no longer speaks, possibly unable to, but his grip is strong as he pushes June back down. His grip on her arm goes from uncomfortable to painful just before there's a loud snap as June's forearm is bent in an unnatural direction. The chains are wrapped around her arms several times before her arms are pulled back up over her head. Nobody seems to care about getting June medical attention for her broken arm.
    The man moves to grab the knife, wheezing. He stands and coughs a few times to get to where he can speak. "June Connor," he raspily manages. He raises the knife over his head as the chanting around him intensifies. "Die!" Suddenly, there's a bang like a shotgun going off, and the man's head explodes, showering blood thankfully away from June, though there's a fine mist that scatters staining droplets all over her new robes (as if that matters).

June Connor has posed:
    June yelps and growls as her arm pops. She still tries to fight back, thrashing violently against the pain, but she has a compromised position, and now she has a compromised arm, and she simply doesn't have the power to fight anymore.

    Now there's panic. That was June's last play. She hoped to have completely immobilized her would be killer, but as she's stretched out by the other cultists and rechained, this with enough wrapping that even being 'free' she'd still have a pile of iron to get out of before she could do anything effective. She frantically flops with loud metal clattering against the hold, determined to fight to the end, however futile it may be. "NO! NO!" she screams as the man wheezes his declaration of intent. The shot wracks the echoing of the room as the blood spits from the man's stump of what remains of his head, and her eyes go wide. "What. The actual..." she is hyperventilating, and snaps her head around to look for the cause.

Hellboy has posed:
    A deep barotone speaks as a hush falls over the chanting, robed figures. "Didn't your mother ever teach you no means no when sacrificing a lady?" The cultists rush the huge, red figure, one of which just goes flying from a bone-crunching punch from that Red Right Hand. Sailing over June, he hits the wall and collapses in a heap as more are effortlessly dealt with. They might be stronger than June, but they're no match for Hellboy, who can lift cars without breaking a sweat.

June Connor has posed:
    June gives a sympathetic wince as she hears the crunch of the cultists bones, that sounded like it hurt. That looked like it hurt. "Fuck me," she groans, starting to try to get out of the chains again. Her left arm protests fiercely, and she clenches her teeth. She's happy he's here, but is pretty sure that once he's done with the cultists, she's still not going to be in a good position. Why did she have to flip him off when she escaped?

Hellboy has posed:
    After she's alone in the room with him, he looks over her. "Gonna pass on that for now," Hellboy says. He reaches down with both hands and grips one of the chains holding her. With effort most men would need while breaking the little plastic thing holding tags on clothing, he snaps the chains one by one. He is remarkably gentle with her broken arm as he frees her arms and wrists, though there's still the ankle manacles holding her in so she can't just run away.

June Connor has posed:
    June winces all the same, that arm hurts. "Sonuvabitch," she takes her uninjured arm, and presses it against her head as she becomes free. "Yeah...so. Um, thanks," she says begrudgingly. She struggles to sit up, legs pulling against the foot manacles a little. For how loud a mouth she had a moment ago, she doesn't really have much to say suddenly faced with the fact that her rescuer is someone she just cockily taunted as she made off with his case less than an hour ago.

Hellboy has posed:
    Lifting June with his left hand, Hellboy picks her up. He grasps the chains coming off her feet between the fingers of his Right Hand of Doom, holding them more firmly than the stone had as he pulls them free seemingly without effort. He lets her put her feet against his Red Right Hand as he begins to carry her. He doesn't respond to her thanks directly, simply saying, "Let's get you to a doctor," as he carries her toward the door in his arms. She's confined by his grip on the chains, but he is gentle and kind to her, despite how poorly she treated him before.

June Connor has posed:
    The look on June's face isn't quite as relieved as some might once rescued. She doesn't fight, though. She's too injured to flee properly this time, and certainly would only make a fool of herself. If he's content not to talk, she certainly isn't going to break the silence. This certainly isn't her day.