11189/The Weakest Link

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The Weakest Link
Date of Scene: 16 May 2022
Location: Big Belly Burgers
Synopsis: Gwen, Peter, and Bando investigate the source of the tech that led to Gwen's father being shot, and gain an unlikely ally in their fight.
Cast of Characters: Bando George, Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker




Bando George has posed:
    The search has been a bit grueling. The people that seem to be creating this tech with are rather elusive, and any individual components are rather mundane, making it difficult to find a pattern. Whoever is making these things? They are good at keeping things subtle.

    But Bando claims he found something. He didn't know what, or if it was worth anything, but his energy said he wouldn't let it rest until he at least shared it. To Big Belly for the great reveal! Not to mention, Bando is a massive fan of Big Belly Burgers. He's on a first name basis with the staff at half of the installations in the city.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen's own search for the people behind the tech hasn't been going the best either which undoubtedly has frustrated her to no end. At least her father had woken up even if the events on what happened were mostly a blank for him. Which meant it was up to her and her trusty sidekick to figure out the truth. And bring the culprits to justice!

The message to meet at the belly burgers is met with a mix of excitement and suspicion. She knows how Bando likes those so she it makes her wonder how good of a info it will be or if he just wants to get free burgers out of Gwen! Ah well, she won't mind too much..

So eventually a Gwen comes walking down the street towards the Burgers, hands in her pockets. She is dressed with a pair of jeans and a white and pink hoodie, listening to some music by way of her airpods.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando is bouncing on his heels, cargo shorts and a red T-shirt for his church. "Okay okay!" he says, coming out the door as he sees Gwen. "Burgers on me!" he gives the most important and initial information, immediately grabbing the closing door to hold open. "So I remember that guy with TCRI that had a grudge they said. And I was like, maybe there was some kind of law suit or something. Maybe somebody stole his stuff, or fired him for a good or not good reason, right?" he asks, not keeping his voice down at all. "What do you want, I'm buyin," he declares. Yeah, he did already say that.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Now Gwen is getting more suspicious. Burgers are never on Bando! "I hope you haven't been out robbing banks, Bando.." with his power it would be easy to get some real money too. She walks inside the place and offers Bando a smile, drawing the hood down from her head, "I will have the double big belly." she says of what she will have. Her brow arches when Bando talks of the TCRI guy and she cants her head to the side.

"I am not sure what you are getting at, but maybe we should go to a table and .., you know, talk in a lower tone." no need to share their investigations with the public!

Yet..

Bando George has posed:
    "I have money!" Bando insists, looking a little hurt at the insinuation. "I'd never steal with my money. No, with my powers." Words are hard. "Just...not a lot of money, you know?" Which is also true. "Hey Aaron," Bando says, turning to the fellow high schooler that mans the register. "Two doubles." Aaron, a scruffy looking lanky teen, glances at Gwen, then at Bando, giving a 'nice' nod toward Bando. Apparently he thinks they are on a date.

    Bando pays for the two burgers, and immediately rushes to one of the booths. "Okay, so I did this thing where you can just call in, did you know you can look up ANY case that's been before the court? It's crazy! So I looked at ALL the cases in the last five years with TCRI." The other end of ADHD, getting obsessively focused on a detail. "Whenever there's a rights issue, people always seem to settle. Except one." He pulls a poorly folded stapled document from his cargo pocket, and drops it on the table.

    The document is about a man named Harold Lilja. He claimed rights over something that he created while at TCRI, which was a personal project, not part of the TCRI project. In the end, he didn't settle, and lost the case.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen just shakes her head slowly at Bando as he speaks of stealing with his money .., and his powers and ... "They are on me.." she tells Aaron, producing a few bucks to pay it all out. She also eye rolls real hard when she notes the 'nice' nod between the two teens and lets out a soft sigh, "Just so no one starts getting the wrong idea here..." she then following Bando over to the booth and settling down.

"Yea, they can serve as precedent to other cases so they are usually public.." a brow slowly starting to quirk up. She reaches to the folder Bando produces and opens it to read, blue eyes first blinking before they shine as she considers it all.

"He was really adamant that this project belonged to him. Any idea what the project was about?" she then asks, taking her eyes off the folder to look at Bando.

Bando George has posed:
    "Looks like it was some kind of cloaking tech," Bando says. "I think? I don't know much about that stuff, and it was way technical." He does look a little disappointed that Gwen paid for the burgers, but decides not to pursue it. "But there was cloaking tech involved with that stuff those cops were getting. Maybe we can pay him a visit. He's even publicly listed. Which. I guess is kinda weird if you're a criminal mastermind and stuff." He shrugs.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Cloaking tech..." Gwen echoes those words and her eyes narrow. Yes, there was something here. She goes back to looking at the folder and nods. "We will go visit him." she tells Bando, "In costume."

"You did well, Bando.." She reaches over to give him a squeeze on the shoulder, "That's the kind of investigative work that actual heroes are made of. Ever thought on pursuing an investigation reporter career?" she asks of him before her attention goes to her burger.

Big bite!

Bando George has posed:
    Bando lights up at the compliment. "No way, it was actually super boring," he says. "I kinda got in a gear. Sometimes that happens." He gives a goofy appreciative smile. "Um, so, I guess I should go home and get changed?" he asks. Yeah, he didn't bring his costume. "He is in Brooklyn, so not too far away."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"I dunno, sounds to me like you had fun pursuing the story." Gwen points out. Another big bite on the burger and she considers it a moment. Costume or no costume! "You didn't bring it?" she lets out a soft laugh, "I thought you would even sleep in it now, considering you even got Janet to design it for you.." a wink.

"But actually, if he is close by we can go without costume. Maybe this way it will work better so as to not intimidate him too much.." she appears to be formulating a plan already!

"I will pose as a reporter for university looking into old cases. Maybe he will open up about it.."

Bando George has posed:
    "Oh, maybe," Bando agrees. "That's a super good idea." He ponders a moment. "Okay, so um, what do I pose as?" he asks, just as the burgers arrive. "I guess we better get these to go, huh?" he suggests.

Gwen Stacy has posed:

"My plucky assistant of course. Every reporter worth their salt needs one after all!" Gwen points out and gets up to her feet. "Yep, bag 'em up assistant. We are on a mission!" already starting with training the bossy part of it apparently! Yet she seems excited with it because it's a real clue to what they are after. She can almost taste it already. The sweet taste of victory.

Bando George has posed:
    "Plucky?" Bando echoes. "What does that even mean?" He never has really been sure.

    The Brooklyn location is a rather simple apartment. For someone with such an advanced degree, one might expect Harold Lilja to afford something a little beyond average. It isn't too run down, but it's hardly exciting. He did somehow manage to get in at the first floor, though. Next door is a self-storage, coveted location in Brooklyn to be certain, even if it isn't all that remarkable to look at.

    "So," Bando says. "I guess we just buzz or...something?" he asks. "What if he doesn't answer? Or tells us to get lost?"

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"It means ...." Gwen pauses a moment to think it over then gestures vaguely towards Bando, ".. it means you!" see? Totally a not vague answer. It also means Bando will continue without knowing what it means for sure. But whoever does know for sure anyway!?

As they finally make way to the apartment she looks over the rather simple building. "He could had made it a little better even if lost that lawsuit.." she jerks her lips to the side, casting a look at the self-storage before she goes to the main door.

"Yep, we just buzz. If he doesn't answer that means we suit up." She tells him. And then she buzzes on the doorbell! Two times to make sure they listened.

Bando George has posed:
    "It means me?" Bando asks, uncertain of what that means exactly. The answer is nearly immediate, as if he was waiting for it to buzz so he could reject them. "I don't want any, go away!" comes the voice over the intercom. Bando arches his brow. "Well, at least that was fast," he syas. Of course, it seemed almost too fast a response.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
That was indeed a bit too fast... And it certainly doesn't deter Gwen, giving Bando a look when he seems ready to give up at a first rejection! Instead she rings again and speaks to the intercom. "Hello, Mr. Lilja?" a beat, "My name is Gwen. I on my uni's journal and we are making a piece on some cases involving TCRI. I know you were involved on a lawsuit with them and was wondering if you would mind having a word with us?" her tone rather ..., plucky. But also hopeful.

Ah, young reporters!

Bando George has posed:
    "I don't want any, go away!" The answer comes just as fast at a moment ago, making no variation as Gwen tries to talk to explain herself.

    Bando arches a brow. "He's kind of a rude one," he confesses.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"You know, I take it back. You'd be an horrible reporter." Gwen tells Bando with a shake of her head, "You can't just give up like that! And ..." she lifts a finger to point to the intercom. "Didn't you notice something real weird? Or how he just said the *exact* same thing again?" she tells him. "And right after I buzzed too." yep, something is fishy.

"I think it's time for us to suit up and pay a visit upstairs, Bando." She is already walking to a nearby alley to change up to her Ghost Spider persona.

Bando George has posed:
    "Yeah, I guess it was kinda identical. Maybe a recording?" As they start to walk around to the alley, something is very clear. Out of one of the first floor apartments, there seems to be a large electrical cable, akin to those that are used in stage setups, running from the window into the self-storage next door. Bando stops. "I don't think that's normal," he comments.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Yea, a recording. On not the best ones either. I mean I would had injected some alternate lines with different audio. It's not so hard if you have the right software and--" Gwen frowns a bit to herself and stops before she gets carried away in nerding it out. But it also means she is excited, because if there's something fishy here it means that they might be on the right place.

"Time to go up." As they get in the alley she casts a brief look around to make sure no one is around and starts to change. Which is pretty much just getting out of her clothes because the skin tight suit is under it. She gets the mask on, along with the hood.

"Don't teleport. I will hoist you up.." And then she is crawling up the wall like a spider to approach that window. Lots of stealth!

Bando George has posed:
    Bando finds a dumpster. "Okay, just a sec and I'll be ready." Yep, he didn't have his costume on underneath. He had it in his backpack. He should probably prepare better. He goes behind the dumpster. Tick tock. Grunting as he rushes to change into his costume, he finally does manage to get back out, and soon enough that bright blue and yellow is on. "There we go," he declares as he stuffs his regular clothes into the backpack.

    "Yeah, I try not to teleport before I have to," he says. "Save my energy for when it counts. He walks to the window, and pauses. "Wait, isn't this tresspassing?" he asks.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen lets out a sigh as Bando starts changing behind the dumpster. She's a bit restless, hanging on the wall now and not too far from the window where that cable passes from the house to the storage unit. "You know ..., Janet designed these so we can wear them comfortably under other clothes.." she points out. But she doesn't poke on poor Bando further, instead she considering the house, then the storage unit.

"It might be smart to get some backup into this.." She tells Bando while he is changing, "I can get a bit overeager and I don't want to mess this up.." she taptaps on the side of her mask to get the HUD up. It had been a courtesy of Peter's and it was quite the piece of tech. It was also rather handy when it was time to contact each other.

<< Spidey, you around? >> Gwen on comms, << @Brooklyn, investigating into the cop shootout of a few months back. Might have found a good lead, feel like dropping in? >> attached goes the location of where she is at. So handy!

"There, we might have company soon." She tells Bando, "And of course it isn't trespassing. It will only be trespassing when I set foot inside the place."

Peter Parker has posed:
The response comes quickly. <<Always got time for you! I'm at Junior's. Want me to bring you some?>> The worlds best cheesecakes, right here in Brooklyn. <<Probably about five minutes out. Don't do anything crazy until I get there.>> Translation: Save some for me.

Bando George has posed:
    "Okay," Bando says, still sounding a little hesitant. He shakes his hands out, and then, rather than waiting for Gwen to give him a boost, he takes a few steps to run at the brick wall, then up it, catching the ledge. He's certainly no Spider-man, but it's a reasonable level of atheletics for a regular human. He pulls hard on the ledge to do a pull up, then grips again further in the window for a better hold, peering inside. Is he trying to show off? Maybe. "Okay, it um...wow it stinks in there," he comments. "Wait, you're calling Spider-Man? Oh that's sick!" Wait, no geeking out Bando, you're on mission.

    Which is true, the electrical cable traces into a completely dark room, save for a few power LEDs that are on throughout the apartment. It smells like old chinese food that was left out. What is visible is that the place is a bit of a dump. Not much furniture. Not much...anything. There's a twin bed that hasn't been made.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
<< I can offer half a belly burger in return. >> Gwen answers, followed by a, << No promises! >> About not doing anything crazy. Look, she can be impulsive from time to time. But then Bando is trying his shenanigans of trying to climb up on his own to the window. Brows arch under her mask but she just lets him do it. What's the worst thing that could happen if he fell? Wait, she might not want to answer that...

So as Bando starts to hoist himself up? He will feel a web lodging on his back to keep some strain off it. And also make sure he doesn't fall back down and twist an ankle or something.

With Bando secure it's time to look into things so Gwen turns around on the wall and walks *down* to the window, her head slowly sliding so she can look inside as well, taking in where things are, where things *aren't*.. With it being so dark though? She gets the phone out to serve as flashlight, moving it a bit around as she takes a peek in.

"This seems empty. But don't go in, not liking the look on those LEDs.." she not discarding that it may all be a trap.

Peter Parker has posed:
Cheesecake in hand, Spider-man is hastily making his way across town. He manages to shave off a bit more time by catching a ride on one of the elevated trains. He manages to draw up towards the building, perhaps a minute or so away by the time that the Gwen brings Bando up to the window.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando adjusts, now getting both arms over the window frame when Gwen uses the web to support him. "Does that stuff wash off?" he asks, trying to look over his shoulder at it momentarily. He looks back in the window and frowns, "It looks fine to me, but we probably shouldn't go in anyway, that'd be breaking and entering, right? I think. I mean, we wouldn't be breaking anything. I'm not sure the exact rules on that." He looks at the thick cable that is the cause of the window being left part way open. One of those electrical extension cables you usually see for stage equipment, designed to run large amounts of electricity across a stage, and is almost an inch thick. "What do you think this is all about?" he asks, his eyes moving to follow the line.

    The line runs out and down to the ground and then moves under a chain link fence, into the self-storage next door, and under a mostly shut red roll-up door, some light coming out from underneath it.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Of course it doesn't wash off. Permanent." Gwen says very seriously to Bando, "It's why JJJ calls us a menace. Loitering with webs.." so serious until she eventually grins under the mask and says, "It starts to fade in around 2 hours usually." now she is telling the truth, "I based mine on air moistness so you are mostly being supported by water." see? She's smart too!

Her eyes run the length of the cable, to the storage unit, then back. "Well, it seems to me as if this guy is sucking power from the city grid to whatever they are hiding under there.." she points a finger to the roll-up door where there's some light coming from under. "So that should be our aim but ..."

She pauses. Did she just notice something, or someone, approaching? "Think Spidey might be close.."

Peter Parker has posed:
"Pretty sure AIM can afford better digs," comes a voice from above, followed by a much quieter than expected thump as two feet and one hand come to land against the side of the building. The other hand, of course, cradling a white box tied with red and white striped string. "I'll just set this here for now," he says, webbing up a little cradle for the box of Junior's. Then he gives a finger salute to Bando. "Hello, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man here."

Bando George has posed:
    "What!?" Bando looks alarmed at first, then realizes the joke. "Oh. Haha. Wait, so you mean you can just pour water on them and they dissolve?" Bando asks. Not that he anticipates needing to escape from a spider web anytime soon. Good to know, though.

    "As Spidey arrives, Bando releases the ledge. Oh wait, he's still suspended by the web. He dangles there, and returns the salute. "Hi, Bando," he introduces himself. He really should come up with a Superhero name. Or is that his super hero name?

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Pfftt, as if my invention would be twarted by simple water..." Well, it does help in dissolving them a lot faster. But no need to spread that out! Gwen shakes her head a bit and then makes sure..., "No spreading that info around, yes?" she knows how Bando likes to talk!

"Hey Spidey.." She salutes Peter when he comes dropping in, she also doing the same and flipping down to the ground with a graceful landing.

"We are looking into this guy that was working on some cloaking tech for TCRI.." She explains to Peter, "We got this address, but there's something fishy going on..." she points to the cable running between the house and the storage unit on the side.

"So it's time for some spelunking. Storage unit?" She suggests. Until finally realizing that Bando is still hanging from the web...

She jumps up to cut the webbing out and brings him down.

Peter Parker has posed:
"I think the Lizard's safely stashed, so I'm game." He flips away from the wall, doing a graceful backflip before landing on the ground. Not quite as graceful as Ghost Spider, but just as effective. The cheesecake is left up on the wall, where it should be safe until the conclusion of their adventure. Hopefully.

"Lead on, I'm just here for backup." A tilt of his head. "But fill me in on the deets later. Happy to help anyway I can."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando lands crouching, and looks over at the chain link fence. There's barbed wire over the top of it, and he walks up to the fence. The side has been unbolted enough to let someone push it aside, and he idly plays with it before pushing it aside and walking through it. He looks to the more experienced two. "So..." he whispers. "Do we like rush in? Or what?" he asks quietly. "I mean, it's not like there's going to be a lot of space to hide in a storage shed, right?"

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Probably not. I am more worried on what they are juicing up in here though.." Gwen says, following after Bando when he opens the fence. She casts a look around and then walks to the roll-down door with a shrug. "Might giving me a hand here, Spidey?" she asks Peter, leaning down to pull on the large door.

Time to put some of that spider strength to work!

Unless they find some kind of cool electronic lock in which they can put their brains to work instead.

Peter Parker has posed:
There is a quiet sound of a slow clap from behind Gwen and Bando. It lingers until one or both of them turn around. "Oh, not that kind of hand?"

Spider-man hops over to join Gwen at the door, reaching down to the handle. He turns to regard her. "You know. We really should do this more often." And then he adds his Spider-strength to her Spider-strengh, and UP goes the door.

Hopefully nothing zombified jumps out.

Bando George has posed:
    The door is lifted easily, offering little resistance. It's not locked, not heavy even. As the door swishes loudly up, the scene behind it is quite the garage lab. A large power distribution device has been created, maybe the size of a suitcase. It's in the middle of the 12x16 room, and is where the electrical cable connects. From there is a series of... stuff. On the left wall is a computer station, rigged with the types of hardware that you might expect out of Reed Richards or Tony Stark. Only...created on a shoestring budget. It's not refined, it's jerry rigged and haphazardly situated. Six monitors are at the station, fully equipped with an office chair that was probably attained at Good Will.

    Several tables are set up, each with their own various equipment. Ionic inducers, laser alignment devices. Remote activation fields. The stuff of true invention. Normally a lab like this would likely cost millions, but those who know technology would be able to see that this was created through pieces of scrap, second hand technology that has been re-purposed and refitted to do 'good enough'. Certainly nothing in comparison to some of the great famous inventors labs, but looks like something Tony Stark might create in a pinch if he was separated from his normal resources.

    A partially constructed power suit is in another corner, clearly not operational, no paint, and opened to reveal all of its circuitry.

    And there is Harold Lilja, a jeweler's screwdriver in hand as he works over some sort of device about the size of a lunchbox. His hair was red, but it's graying out now, with hints of his previous color. It's pulled back into a sloppy ponytail that reaches down his head. His glasses are smudged, and his jaw boasts a goatee that has gone wild, stringy as it reaches as far as his collarbone.

    At once the inventor in a lab coat (also second hand) looks up. "What's the meaning of this, I said nobody comes in here! Derek!" He turns to face the open door. He freezes. "What do you want?" he asks bluntly, as if the three weren't dressed as superheroes, and two of them fairly well known.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
There's a groan from Gwen at Peter's quip and she shakes her head at him, "What's next? Dad jokes?" she teases Spider-man as they get ready to get the door open. "And you just got to let me know, always ready for some super heroics." a beat, "I *don't* want to show up on your spiderfails website though.." the infamous one..

She looks at Bando and then the door swings open! And she whistles at what she sees inside. Damn, that's some serious hardware. "Okay, you got some serious hardware running here, Harold.." uh-oh, she knows his name! But at least her tone is appreciative?

As for what they want? "Well, we got a few questions for you." she tells him, resting one hand on her hip. "Namely about what you are creating here..." another pause for dramatics, "The stealth suits.."

She knows!

Peter Parker has posed:
"But think of all the hits that your..." Spider-man glances at her. He stops himself. "Uh, mask, will help us get!" That is definitely not the word he was going to use initially.

He watches as the equipment is revealed, and then the infamous Harold. And then Harold makes the call for Derek. He tilts his head. "Are we dealing with Tyler Durden here?" He glances around for signs of a 'Derek', if that is his real name...

Otherwise, he stands ready to watch Ghost Spider's six. And Bando's 4:30, by association.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando seems a little dazed as he looks around at the equipment. "Wow, you make all this yourself?" he asks, looking more than a little impressed. "I have no idea what any of this does, but it looks like, actually very retro cool, like one of those old movies from a mad scientist."

    "Don't be so obtruse," Harold answers Bando bluntly. Is there supposed to be an R in that word? "Stealth suits, hmm? Yes, well, they are certainly easy enough to create, if you aren't a complete idiot. Which most of the scientists out there are, I might add." He puts down the small screwdriver on the work table that he has set up. "Or thieves. I imagine you're here to steal something as well, are you? I'd think twice before doing that. You'd have to have the intelligence to use them, not like the oafs that I build these things for. So why should I answer any of your questions anyway? Think you're going to come bully me like the others? I'll have you know I'm not some pushover that you can just intimidate."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
There's only a glance over her shoulder at Peter, brow quirking before Gwen simply shakes her head at him with a sigh.

But now they are talking with Harold so she focuses! "Woah, slow down there. Not all of us are as smart of you..." see? stroke the mad scientist's ego. That normally works to get them talking. "I know what TCRI did to you. They hampered your genius, I am not here to do that.." she tells him. Unless he's a crook and then the gloves come off, but no need to tell him that! "Just looking for answers on those suits. They have been getting sold out there, including to cops. And people have been shot because of that. Who are you selling these suits too..?"

She takes a step into the garage, casting a look around.

Peter Parker has posed:
"Whoa! A hand assembled ionic inducer??" exclaims Spider-man. He hops up to the ceiling and climbs over, peering down at it from above. "How did you account for the shifting polarity to make it portable without a vibranium manifold?" His voice exhudes excitement as he spills out what is hopefully enough technospeak to convince Harold that he is both impressed enough with the technology and familiar enough to talk about it constructively.

He'll let Bando and Ghost Spider play good cop, bad cop - but maybe nerd cop can get better results!

Bando George has posed:
    "Hmph. Stockman and his lawyers took everything. And it's not like our so-called justice system did much. Laws apparently are to be broken by people with enough government funding." As Gwen steps inside, some of the equipment that is planted around reveals its purpose as what appears to be rail guns pop out quickly, automatically training on Gwen. No spider sense trigger though. They...aren't actually loaded. Just a show.

    "Pff, of course they are getting sold. Those hoodlums may be as dense as a load of bricks, but they keep their word at least. The whole idea is to get them sold to the cops. I took it to be shown to them the old fashioned way, but all they did was laugh me off. Like I was some washed up has-been. Obtruse fools." He is clearly very salty about this. And still adds an R to the word obtuse.

    "And you might not want to come any closer, unless you want to be shot through by these things. The entry wound is small, but the exit is a doozy." Peter's curiosity seems to pique a little response though. "Well," he says with a slightly more agreeable grin. "That's just the thing. Vibranium is hard to find. And it's useful for this because of its absorbtion properties. But if you have a sonic-induced dampener and calibrate it to a simple aluminum hull, what would normally act a as a sound cancelling device makes a perfectly safe containment field. Surprised the Spider-man would know what that even is," he says curiously. "That's interesting. Hmm."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Nerd..." Gwen accuses Spiderman when he starts going on about ionic inducers. Not that she isn't one herself but that's details! She's not the nerd cop in this situation. She is the uh .., the bad one? Well, the one that makes the questions maybe! "BUT ..., anyway. You are saying these people of yours were going to sell it to the cops for you..., well, they got into a shootout and a cop was badly hurt.." her tone sounds rather accusing. "This is not the way to go about this .., people are getting in danger.."

"There are those who could see about finding a place for your tech though, without going directly to the cops. Oscorp is always looking for smart scientists, and you look the type for it.." a bit more ego stroking....

... because there's another question she has to go ask, "Who are the people working for you?"

Bando George has posed:
    "They did what!?" Harold looks appalled. "Why in the world would they get in a shootout with the police if they are going to sell to them?" he asks. "They aren't working for me," he says. "They are more like a middleman. I don't like people. And I don't want to work for OsCorp either. Norman Osborn seems to me just as much an egotistical fool as Stockman. Tony Stark, Lex Luthor, they're all the same when you boil it down. About the money more than the science. I have had my share of that nonsense."

    Harold rubs his temples. "They weren't supposed to be in any shootouts. The police departments are underfunded, I was trying to find a way to get them what they needed. I saw one of these cops dealing with a super powered villain that attacked a while back. I knew my tech could have helped him." He points at the unfinished power suit. "This one right here, it could change the way cops operate if we mass produced it. Not nearly as expensive as the Stark suits. Maybe not as flashy, but you could help a lot of officers. "Anyway. They are some arms dealers, really. They are like a middleman. But if I help you, how am I gonna get the cops this tech? I already tried it the "legal" way," he says. He arches his brow, as if that seems to be the point of contention for his help.

Peter Parker has posed:
"So, uh, hi, me again!" Spider-man waves from where he is stuck to the ceiling. "Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man?" He leans down a bit from where he is hanging. "I work with Iron Man, and I also work with Blue Beetle, and I can promise you that I can get these designs into the hands of the right people who can see if they can mass produce them and provide them to the police departments around the country. If that's _really_ what you want, it'll just take a few phone calls." Spider-man sighs. "But you have to stop letting these out, because they are falling into the wrong hands. And I need you to tell us who all has them, and where, so that way we can track them down and get this back into safer hands. Ok?"

Spider-man rotates his head as he regards Harold. "You know, I'm something of a scientist myself." His mask twists to convey a bit of a smile. "I'd really like to help you succeed in your mission to make things safer for the police. I have a lot of friends who have very close ties to that community. It's important to me."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
As Peter explains how he can help with things there's a nod from Ghost Spider, "You know he can.." she says as if to reinforce it, "Spiderman has the connections that may get you somewhere ..., without having to deal with the arms dealers..." she presses her lips together as if to suppress a judgemental tone to her. Because really, that's some irresponsible scientist right here!

"At least you will have more of a shot than working with those scalpers who care nothing more but for profit. And they need to pay for what they did.." Now she's being judgemental! But then again she has personal stakes in this.

"We just need a place on where they are.." Ghost Spider than giving Peter a sideeye glance when he says he is something of a scientist.. The mask hides her eyeroll at least!

Bando George has posed:
    There's a muttering under his breath which is not quite audible, and Harold turns back to go to his system, recalling the guns from their ready position. It's all just a show anyway. "Fine, blasted fools needed to get put in jail anyway. I'm pretty sure they stole a couple of them for themselves."

    The guns retract, and Bando pipes up. "Well, we can get them back, too, right?" he offers, glancing at Gwen, then at Spidey. "And you can sell them to the right cops.

    Harold regards Bando. "Who're you anyay?" he asks.

    "I'm um..." Bando realizes that giving his name is probably not the best option right now. So...he doesn't say anything.

    "Right." Harold turns his attention back to Spider-Man. "Okay, if I do this with you. I don't want to see it on one of those Spider-fail videos. You hear that? Really, you should have a little more self-respect than to let people post that stuff about you. It's no wonder the news has a field day with your antics."

Peter Parker has posed:
"Dude, I walk around on ceilings in my jammies. We've long since past the point of anyone taking me seriously." Spider-man glances around the shop for a moment, and then back to Harold. "You have an opinion on Stark Industries or Kord Technology? I've got ins with both, I can have a truck from either here within an hour."

He finally drops down from the ceiling. "I appreciate you working us on this, Harold."

He heads towards the entrance to the unit and leans over, his head very close to Ghost Spider's ear to whisper quietly. "You good with this?" He wants to make sure.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"They most likely did.." Gwen says in agreement, "They were using them.." she then casting a look over to Bando and nodding at him, "He's my uh .., plucky sidekick. TeePee." look, it's supposed to be short for teleport. But it's only after Gwen says the name that she realizes how bad it sounds. She grimaces under her mask. But that's also what you get for not getting a hero name, Bando! Maybe that should become a priority!

"Well, the name is still a WIP.." but then she is back to the matter at hand, "Anyway! I make Spidey's words mine. Work with us and we can right a wrong. And maybe there's still hope for your work, Harold.."

The whisper from Peter is returned with a silent nod. Yea, she was good with this.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando gives a confused glance to Gwen, and Harold does the same. "You might wanna keep working on it," he tells Gwen and Bando. "What are you, twelve?" he asks.
    "I'm seventeen!" Bando declares, a little offended.

    "Same difference," Harold waves a hand dismissively. "Okay fine, you get my tech back. They are work out of a place in Queens. Dunno how many there are, maybe five or something. Never cared to count. And make sure to let Jericho know, I like that guy, he seems a straight shooter. I want his team to get this stuff still."

Peter Parker has posed:
Nodding slowly, Spider-man pauses for a moment, looking to Bando. "You know Jericho?" he asks. "If so, help me coordinate it to make sure they get it, after we get someone to get it out of here." He looks to Ghost Spider. "If you get the info on the bunkies we have to roll in Queens, I'll make other arrangements."

He slips out of the storage unit and from somewhere produces a cell phone, making a quick call.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Alright. We will need you to write down the address." But Gwen then frowning a touch at the mention of Jericho, "Straight shooter, is it?" she isn't entirely convinced just yet that cop isn't corrupt but she at least nods before stepping back, away from the pointing miniguns (even if she doesn't seem that scared with them).

"Fine .., I suppose we can get the stuff to him.." She then nodding at Peter, "We'll need to be careful moving in. If they are using the suits they will be very dangerous."

Bando George has posed:
    Harold watches as Spidey dips out, "Where's he goin'? he asks, looking suspicious. He didn't see the phone, but after all, he has superheroes inquiring about his not fully legal weapons sales.

    The scientist adjusts his glasses, and moves to another window on his computer, typing something, it pulls up a map. "And be careful not to break them," he says. "I don't wanna have to fix them already.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-man comes back in - he had not gone far. "Alright, there should be a truck here in about 15 minutes." He looks between Bando and Ghost Spider. "Does one of us or all of us want to wait here to make sure that goes off without a hitch before we take on the warehouse?" A pause for reflection.

"If so...I've got an idea..." He reaches out with a hand and TWHIPs into the distance. With a quick yank, he has a white box with red and white striped string holding it closed.

"Do you like cheesecake, Harold?"