11822/Wear Your Best Suit

Wear Your Best Suit
Date of Scene:	12 July 2022
Location:	A warehouse in Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	The Defenders get information on the Tracksuit Mafia only to have a warehouse burned down to cover up the evidence. They have help from Dancer, Lazarus and a tiny knife weilding dragon? In the end, everything is lost...or is it?
Cast of Characters:	Veira Lazarescu, Jan de Wit, Matthew Murdock, Colleen Wing, Luke Cage

---

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
The Tracksuit Mafia was up to some of their shenanigans again. In the form of trying to move some of the stolen goods that they had amassed in one of their warehouses. Things were getting too full and there were a number of things that others were wanting a hold of from the stash. Not to mention that Hell's Kitchen wasn't the greatest place to have warehouses full of stolen merchandise and other odds and ends that could be passed around. Some of them are very odd items, but there is no way of knowing what most of those things do.

There are multiple old cars of varying makes and models parked in the parking lot that is shared with the warehouse and two large moving trucks and currently being backed up to the loading doors of the warehouse.

The Defenders had gotten word of this, which means they have time to devise a plan and see about how they are going to approach the Tracksuits over this situation or whether they want to go in with sticks and kicks flying. It's never a bad choice really to take people by surprise.

There are others that have come due to completely different circumstances. Lazarus didn't even know what she was looking for. There was just some weirdness going on. And it was going to lead her and another into trouble. Or well...it was probably going to lead into trouble. "Did you remember to wear your armor?" the Romanian asks as she pivots to look at the person with her. She's outfitted much like she is when she goes on ops for Homeland. Which means she blends with the shadows as she gives Jan a once over.

Jan de Wit has posed:
Sporting a fine looking kevlar armor set - dark blue and purple - Dancer looks around as he and Lazarus investigate. Something drew him here, an omen. There were multiple spottings of various people jogging in tracksuits. Normal people, mind you, but they add up. Then a car fire - an old abandoned Ford. Somehow, these all combined in Jan's thoughts, leading him here with Laz.

A grin to her, his lower face visible under his form-fitted helmet. "I did, yes." He taps on his chest, the firmness of the kevlar reassuring. "Here's to hoping I won't need to rely on it, yes?" The man asks, crouching low and moving slowly. No need to stand out /immediately/.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
After members of the team got the tip, a hasty planning session happened. Playing to their strengths, Iron Fist, Colleen and Daredevil planned to go in through the roof, skylight or windows as needed. While Luke would be responsible for making sure no vehicles got away. With two trucks backed up to the warehouse doors, he may have his work cut out for him.

Daredevil moves quietly, pausing to listen to the men below. He motions to the others when they should be able to make the leap to the warehouse roof itself without being spotted. Daredevil darts forward then, leaping across the distance and landing in a quiet roll. "Let's find a way in," he whispers when the others have joined him. "Hopefully a door, but if we have to pry a window or skylight, we can make it work," he whispers, patting a bag he has secured to his back that has some extra tools that should help with a quiet entry.

Colleen Wing has posed:
It had been a little while since she had involded herself in the actions of th Defenders. Other issues had to be dealt with, such as demon ninjas or whatever they were that broke up her dojo. Not to mention The Hand still pestering her, or the worst of the worst: trying to find a new favorite place for Chinese take-out since hers closed.

Now she found herself on the roof of a warehouse in Hell's Kitchen with Danny and Matt. She had run-ins with the Track Mafia before and she knew they were a group that could not be taken lightly. They were far from amateurs and had no problem in killing if it meant the succss of their current criminal enterprise. The Chikaro Dojo Sensei offerd a silent not to Daredevil as she made the leap with a silent roll as well, moving to a crouched position and smoothing a hand over her outfit: a pair of black yoga pants, a black hoodie that was partially open to reveal a t-shirt beneath (shorturl.at/bfH34).

She looked around and gave a silent gesture to a rooftop access door that is strangley chained and padlocked from the outside. "There..or the skylight window on th other side of that ventilation turbine."

Luke Cage has posed:
KLURRNNG!

That would be one of the sounds of some of the very important warehouse doors being punched off their hinges. The clattering to the ground probably follows with ease. Of course, with the way the street lights are or whatever, the silhouette of a large man can be seen standing in the dusty debris of said doors being, well, no longer functional.

"Surprise, fellas." The figure steps forward a bit so that his true identity can be revealed. Said large man is rocking a yellow hoodie and an annoyed but pre-victorious smirk on his face. The face that belongs to... Luke Cage.

Knuckles are cracked as he continues to make his presence known and also draw all attention to himself and away from the other Defenders that should be handling their end of this plan.

"I'd say It's Clobberin' Time but I don't wanna' get sued so..." Luke Cage shrugs and just raises both of his hands up with a 'bring it on' motion.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
The Tracksuits were most assuredly NOT expecting company, this gives the Defenders the element of surprise. The ones that are on the roof can move easier as well. Luke's kicking the door off the hinges is something that leaves the small group that was behind the door looking a bit shocked for a moment. They stare at him mutely for the moment as he speaks to them.

"Oh I get the joke!" someone calls from behind a few wooden crates. There is an exasperated sigh that seems to come from a few of the others, "Alexei! Not now. We've got company!" another cries out as the Tracksuits start scrambling for their weapons. Bats and guns are scooped up quickly and started to be aimed for Luke.

Outside Veira gives a nod to Jan, "Excellent." she tells him as she pulls down her mask. Leaving her one functioning eye glowing a bright orange at the moment. She hears the noise start inside and there's a bit of a look back to Jan, "Hopefully you won't, but it would seem that there is going to be a bit of a scuffle." she states.

Just as she says that there are more of the Mafia thugs that start out of the cars and start heading for the building. "How about we play clean up out here?" she states before she takes off at a sprint to see if they can head off the calvary.

Jan de Wit has posed:
Making sure his helmet/mask is secure, Dancer nods. "Clean up, indeed." He says, eyes going to where the loud keranging of metal happened. "Assuming whoever that is doesn't stand against us." A wry grin from Jan as he vaults over one of the older cars. The best route is a direct one, likely. Terrain seems to be no problem for the man - moving over them with graceful vaults, leaps and slides.

His sharp eyes scan the area, even as he lets his mind relax - ready to read any opposition that he may encounter. His trajectory parallels Viera's, doing his best to keep within twenty feet of her. Once clear of most of the cars, two batons are brought to bear. Let's hope they don't need those!

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Daredevil heads over to the door and examines the padlock. "That is... odd," he says. Why padlock the door from the -outside-? And where did they go, whoever did it. He leans down and draws in a deep breath. "Think we'd better use the skylight," he says to the Asian woman.

The man pads over to it quietly, pulling out some tools to work the skylight loose as quietly as possible. Though with Luke drawing attention, it isn't likely they'd hear them anyway.

The lock gives and Daredevil crouches, using his legs to lift the heavy window so Colleen can slip beneath it and onto the catwalk beneath. Only when she's through does he crouch and slip inside as well, lowering it down quietly.

"Guess we should give him a hand," Daredevil says, spying some stacks of crates below as well as the top of a truck, that can give them an intermediate spot to drop to before reaching the ground after.

Colleen Wing has posed:
"Skylight it is." As th skylight is opened, Colleen slinks her way inside to the catwalk above, holding her katana close to her body to make sure it does not make any unecesaary noise. However, it is quite clear that Luke in his bringing of the storm with his two fists /lightning and thunder that nothing was going to be heard.

Upon landing on the catwalk, she immediatly sprung off it with a vaulting jump, landing on the roof of one of the trucks; and then leaping to the cab, rolling down the windhield and landing crouched by the front tire which recieves a backwards stab to the front tire from the katana.

She then slowly rises to her feet and finds herself struggling in a slightly embarassing fashion to lull the katana from the tire, jerking it a few times as some of the Tracksuit men pay her undesired attention. She holds up her free hand and states. "I..just...need...a second." *grunt*

Luke Cage has posed:
Leave it to Luke Cage to just kind of stand there when those Tracksuit Mafias start heading in his direction. Guns? Bats? None of them are really going to do much of anything except ruin his hoodie and that's kind of annoying but that's also why he buys them in bulk. So to keep things as focused on him as possible, he does what any titanium skinned powerhouse would do in this situation...

Nothing.

When the bullets fly and the bats are swung, Luke just stands there to let it happen. The Tracksuit Mafia needs a target and he's willing to be that target. Especially since, if timing is to be believed and impeccable, he's pretty sure the rest of the Defenders will be dropping in momentarily.

One particular Tracksuit Mafia gets a little too close and Luke just kind of taps him on the head. He goes down like a ton of bricks and Luke goes back to being the target practice.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
The Tracksuits keep coming, but the Defenders are more than capable of knocking some of them through the loop. There are ones that are stubborn and keep getting back up for more and running at Colleen and Matt. They don't do any pulling punches, they hit with all their weight. They don't seem to be unloading any bullets at them just yet.

Luke is another situation, they see that he can't really be harmed and they start trying to find something bigger to hit him with. One of the bigger balder men knock over a few of the crates, losing things in the process in the scramble...

...Only to come up with some antique looking sword that is clearly fake. But hey, in for a penny in for a pound. He charges Luke like he's holding Excalibur.

Meanwhile, outside, Veira's sure if there is trouble or bodily harm that Jan will get a vision, so she's going a bit carefree at the moment. She looks around, seeing how many cars there are and there is a frown. "Atilla, can I borrow you?" she asks the night air. Shortly after there is a little (little) black dragon that appears. She crouches down on the other side of a car and brings out one of her knives, "I will give you one chicken nugget for each tire that you flatten." she states to him as she hands over the blade. The dragon reaches out and grasps the blade without another word. She gives a nod and then comes around the side of the car to subdue one of the tracksuits that was hanging back and drag him behind the car.

Jan's got a few coming his way with metal baseball bats, no guns have been brought out, it would probably draw too much attention. They shout something in Russian before they start to hurry across to meet the two that were opposing them outside.

Jan de Wit has posed:
Bats? Well, that might give them a sporting chance! All puns aside, Jan looks to the onrushing thugs with a slight tilt of his head. "Looking for trouble?" He asks, ducking under a well-swung bat as they arrive at him. He was swinging for the fences, that would have hurt! Even as the other thug thrusts the end of the bat at Jan's solarplexus, the dancer is parrying. A sweep of his arm up, hooking the bat to clang against the other thug's weapon.

"Give up yet?" He half-teases, earning a flurry of angry swats from the tracksuits. No one likes to be mocked, especially when they are trying to be intimidating! Swing after swing are avoided - Jan dancing between the two men, often causing them to clash bats. The ringing sounds of aluminium strokes fill the evening - a contrast to the crashing from inside. After a moment of narrowly avoiding each strike, Dancer lashes out with two quick strikes - each aimed at the thug's wrists. Crunch! Likely fractures there!

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Daredevil follows the martial artist down from the catwalk, though using a stack of crates and coming down on the other side of the truck. A man immediately rushes at him from behind. Daredevil throws a hand back that direction without looking, a baton flying out to hit the man in the forehead and down him, before it's pulled back to the costumed hero by a long cord connecting it its companion.

The cord retracts into one of the batons and Daredevil twirls them as two of the Eastern European men rush forward. "You realize people here don't wear those unless they are actually exercising," he says as he ducks one blow from a crowbar, and lands a baton on the man's arm. "Actually, not even usually then," he amends just before the second man bowls into him and tackles them both to the ground.

Daredevil uses the momentum to roll his feet up and over to leave him crouched while the other man is on his stomach. A forceful elbow is delivered to the back of the man's head, and then Daredevil is on the defensive again as the other man comes in swinging the crowbar like he were on the Mets and the hero's head was the baseball he's swinging for the fences at.

Colleen Wing has posed:
A good number of tracksuits simply do not heed the request for /a moment/ that Colleen so politely asked for, engaging her with fists and kicks and weapons of an improvised nature: such as a pipe and a 2x4. She has seemingly given up on the katana for now and is backed up against the truck but is holding her own with a series of ducks, dodges and counter-strikes.

*Bam!* A head is thrust into the side of the truck as one of th men crumples to th ground holding his face. "Ebat!" A Russian swear word shouted as the blood starts to pour from his nose. Another duck and a kick finds the side of the head of the "Plumber" (pipe man). The man drops the pipe and staggers back, shaking out the cobwebs from the blow.

And that is when the "Carpenter" strikes with the 2x4, landing a blow arcoss her ribs from the side, sending the Sensei sprawling back with a loud *thud* into the side of the truck. A series of follow up swings find her dodging from side to side holding her ribs as the board loudly echoes with every miss against the metal truck

A downward strike from above finds her blocking with both hands over her head, striking her crossed wrists and sending an upward kick to his groin. His eyes cross and he falls to his knees as he drops the board, giving Colleen time to catch her breath.

Luke Cage has posed:
Cage is doing that thing where he's just being a target and it's working out great. It's keeping Tracksuits distracted so that the Daredevil and the Wing Dragon Sister can do that thing they do where they stylishly take out Tracksuits with amazing martial arts choreography and what not. It looks really good and Cage is even enjoying watching it happen.

But that's when a Tracksuit decides to go full King Arthur and Luke turns his annoyed attention to him. "Why'd you guys even steal a fake sword? Seriously?"

Luke doesn't even want to fight this man so he just grabs the nearest Tracksuit and throws him at King Arthur Tracksuit and hopefully that'll take care of those two.

"Alright, I don't got much hoodie left!" Luke looks down at the hoodie that's pretty much destroyed. "When it's gone, I start hitting back." It's a warning. And maybe a promise. But mostly just an intimidation tactic.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Tires start to go down in the parking lot. Which means that there are a lot of Tracksuits that are about to be without transport. This will not go well. And it doesn't as someone starts to notice that the cars are being messed with. "Outside!" one of the Russian accents hiss as Atilla is running his little legs off while he commits small crimes. Nuggests were life!

The Tracksuits that were facing off with Colleen and Matt aren't giving up. There is a lot of back and forth, but the tide does seem to be slowing. Hopefully approaching the end of the mob that's currently been coming at them. They'd hear the call for some of the suits to head outside to check the cars. That's right before one of the tires on the big truck blows apart.

Luke's question to the Tracksuit makes the man stop and look at the sword before he shrugs. Then he throws it at the yellow hoodie wearing man and then turns to run! He wasn't sticking around for this. Plus his comrades outside needed some help.

There is a new wave that heads outside and Veira takes a breath in, "Been awhile since I've used systema to beat the shit out of the Russians. I might be rusty." she states to herself as she slides across the car and kicks one of the incoming in the side of the face, sending them reeling back into the group. Looks like Jan will have more people to hit shortly as well!

Jan de Wit has posed:
With a wrist broken each, the tracksuites hounding Jan are not giving up. Switching to one-handed swings, they keep trying to pressure the Dancer. Still, it seems he's just seconds ahead of them in their attacks - ducking and parrying each blow as they come in. His style is mostly defensive, though a few kicks and baton strikes do land here and there. It would seem his plan is to tire them out and then drop them.

A glance over as Lazarus is engaged as well. "Sorry guys, but I think I have another dance partner to attend to." Jan comments, nodding just a touch. One tracksuit goes high, one dives low. The higher strike is parried, even as Jan leaps up into the air. A missle kick to the back of the lower tracksuit, then he vaults over the other hapless fellow. The butt-end of both batons slam into the other man's temples - a double KO.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Daredevil and the man armed with the crowbar exchange blows. The crowbar manages to land on the hero's side, bruising or maybe cracking a rib, but thankfully not doing worse. It doesn't stop Daredevil from doing a jumping kick that lands a foot to the side of the man's head, though the acrobatic hero's hand goes to his side as he lands.

Without looking behind him, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen tosses one of his batons that way to the disarmed Colleen Wing. "I'm going for the records in the office," he calls to her and to Luke Cage. The sounds of fighting out in the parking lot aren't lost on him either. "Something's going on outside, be wary," he calls before heading for the office.

He almost reaches the door to the small walled structure in the interior of the building, only to find a tracksuit wearing man step out of the door way. In one hand is a molotov cocktail, in the other is a lighter which he applies a flame with.

"No!" Daredevil yells, but he's unable to stop the man from smashing the flammable liquid inside the office. It immediate starts to go up flames, the accelerant splashing all over and flames licking up the wooden walls.

The man runs for it as the fire begins to spread quickly. There doesn't seem to be function fire suppression systems either, at least they are not kicking on yet. "Damn it!" Daredevil swears, and turns to head back to help Colleen.

Colleen Wing has posed:
The tossed baton is certainly welcomed and COlleen catches it mid air, just in time to strike one of the pressing tracksuits on the side of the head before ducking and rolling under the truck to avoid another tracksuit with a swinging bat. The bat strikes the truck and leaves a large dent. "Whoa. Easy slugger." She rolls out to the other side with a wince and pops up on the other side, finding anothe tracksuit coming around from th front of the truck.

"Who does your recruiting?" A deep sigh and a few kicks are exchanged, parries and punches, dodges and kicks. Neither one of them getting the upper hand. It would appear she has engaged with one who seems to have some significant martial arts prowess. She takes a strike to the face, opening a snall cut under her eye before countering with the baton across his wrist, a loud crack hard before the limp hoing limp. "Not the face.."

He does not give up tho, stepping forward with a series of kicks, each one of them blocked, but it is clear that fatigue is setting in to the mortal and powerless sensei. And then comes bat boy, joining in the assault. However, he is quickly diarmed and Colleen finds herself holding the bat now in her free hand, much like a sword. "Aa ima anata no kuso!" (Oh your fucked now). The bat starts to swing like a sword, the baton fending off any assault as each of th track mn repeatedly find themselves struck with th Louiville Slugger almost at will. A leg strike here, a shoulder strike there. Seemingly toying with them.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke Cage waits for a few more moments as the last of the bulk of his hoodie is done away with and he reaches up to knock it off his body. As it falls to the ground, his yellow t-shirt (also somewhat destroyed but less so) is clinging to his body and he just kind of takes a look at it and shrugs.

"Time's up." Luke lifts his head and grins at the Tracksuits that are still around him. "My turn."

And this is the part where Tracksuit Mafia goons get punched and tossed and kicked all over the warehouse. Even while pulling his punches, Luke Cage sends Tracksuits all over the place to crash into crates and windows and whatever the heck else is in here. Heck, some of them might even get knocked out of their Tracksuits, who knows. Luke's on a bit of a roll.

"Daredevil!" Luke turns to look in Daredevil's direction while a Tracksuit is hanging off his back and smacking his bald head with a pipe. "Need me in there?" Luke nods towards the records office that's on fire and also headbutts the Tracksuit off his back. The offer is logistical since he is, y'know, fireproof. Maybe he can get whatever Daredevil wanted instead.

Or maybe he can thunder clap the fire out. Who knows.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
The office goes up in a blaze of luminous orange flames that Matt can only watch as it spreads. Excellerants sucked and the Russians knew how to mix a MEAN molotov. It was their signature after all. "Get what you can and get out before the cars are disabled you twits!" another man bellows out at the seemingly hapless Tracksuits. Once they get outside as the smoke billows up there is a look at the cars that are sporting more than one flat tires.

And somewhere there is a black dragon armed with a knife going for more. Someone manages to see this and starts to take pot shots at the creature. Which causes Veira to move into the line of fire, getting grazed by a bullet. Once that happens the Avatar's eye glows white as she grips the shooter by the throat and then proceeds to slam him into the hood of one of the cars, "No." she growls out.

The tracksuits that were going the way of Veira and Jan rethink this plan and instead start to pour themselves into what few cars are still functioning. This was going to be a fun drive back to wherever they were calling home. That and they were leaving their unconscious comrades behind.

Jan de Wit has posed:
It's sporting, for the most part, for Jan initially. It's when Viera gets clipped by a gunshot, that things take a turn. Bounding over towards where the woman is, the Dancer leaps into a flip, bringing the heel of his foot down on the poor man's face. It's a KO, and likely a broken nose. Rolling to his feet, he glances around - trying to acertain if anyone else is moving into engage them.

A look to Lazarus' wound, then to her face. "Are you all right?" He asks, quietly. The batons he had in hand are holstered, before he looks to the... now ablaze building. What the hell happened there?

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Daredevil's eyes - ok, attention actually - are on the burning office. "Nah, it's a loss," he calls to Luke. He can smell the contents of the bottle, and knows it's clinging to anything it splashed on. The files look like they were in cardboard boxes, not filing cabinets. Probably so they could be disposed of easily like this. They are already going up in flames.

He turns to join Colleen, sweeping a last tracksuit-clad man off his feet. "We'd better drag these guys out," he says of the few unconscious ones that might not have been taken care of by their buddies. He drags one man out, then returns for another. By the time he has finished that, the walls of the warehouse are going up. "This place is a loss," he says angrily. Another Hells Kitchen location that paid a price it shouldn't have had to.

Colleen Wing has posed:
Not another flaming warehouse. Colleen has a history with flaming warehouses and not a good one at that. The men she has been engaging are disengaging or are slumped in a heap of the warehouse floor. No longer a threat. The bat is dropped and a weary eyed Colleen turns her gaze to Matt, a nod given as she starts to drag some of the unconscious men from the warehouse. It is quit evident that the pain in her ribs is hard to mask despite her attempts to do so.

"A total loss." However, with everyman she drags out, she is checking for cell-phones and should she find any she claims them. "Maybe something on one of these." A look to luke and she calls out. "Luke...my sword..tire." Another track suit is grabbed and dragged outwards.

Luke Cage has posed:
When the whole warehouse starts going up, Luke goes on the 'keep Tracksuits alive so they can go to jail' offensive. Grabbing them and tossing them outside. Even the ones he knocked out earlier get hoisted up and thrown. There might be a nice Tracksuit Pile out there soon enough.

"I got you." is offered to Colleen as Luke heads over to the truck and just grabs the tire, ripping it clean off the truck and rolling it bowling ball style to the outside. Hopefully, Colleen will get it and not any still conscious Tracksuits.

A handful more of the goons are picked up and carried out on Luke in various places because not even Tracksuits deserve to die a fiery death. "Who's callin' this in? Not me." Cage immediately tags out of calling 911 about all this.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
The Tracksuits scramble, the flames start to lick higher in the warehouse and there is a definite feeling of no one winning this night. They are saving lives though. There was always the option of leaving them to die of smoke inhalation. Which some of them might deserve. There is already the sound of sirens off in the distance after Luke asks his question. It was something that was fortuitous...but that also meant they'd have to be gone shortly.

Veira releases the Russian that she has pinned to the hood of the car after he is unconscious. She blinks and her eye color goes back to it's regular burnt umber. "I'm alright. Just a graze. It would have been worse if it hit Atilla." she states quietly to the man in his own armor.

"We should round these guys up and get them away from the building in case it comes down or if one of those trucks explose. "You need any help in there!" the woman calls out to the others that were there.

Atilla meanwhile crawls his way up the back of her leg and up her back until he's wrapped around her shoulders like the overgrown reptile that he is. "I lost your knife." he tells her.

That makes her sigh, "We'll find it. It doesn't have my prints thank gods." she whispers. "Dancer, are you alright?" she asks him.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
With the downed bad guys safe, and the warehouse no longer fit for anyone who isn't fireproof, like Luke, Daredevil checks on Colleen. "Looks like you came through better than I did," he comments, a hand going to the side where the crowbar got him. "I heard signs of fighting out here, and... looks like this pair were responsible. Took out their cars. Police might be able to catch some of them on foot," he says.

Daredevil gives Luke's shoulder a pat and then walks over to Dancer and Veira. "Appreciate your help," he says. Daredevil is more notorious than famous. He had received a lot of bad press early on as a vigilante, but helping during the invasion of New York at least has gotten a few people in the press and public on his side. Though it's still a matter of debate.

He offers his hand first to Dancer since he's closest, and then to Veira. "You two seem kind of handy in a pinch. If you're interested in being of more help in the future, we have a small group that cooperates together. We're no Justice League, but... we try to make a difference," he says.

Jan de Wit has posed:
The unconcious tracksuits are brought over to the growing pile of their friends - Dancer carrying them without too much trouble. It seems that whomever was inside the was no friend to the Russians. The man does a double-take though, possibly recognizing Luke Cage. Well then!

There's a look to Lazarus, the man offering her a nod. "I'm fine. Just wanted to make sure you were too." A slight grin as he turns back to the others who started the assault from inside. Then... there's Daredevil. Another urban legend! The offered hand is shaken. "Dancer, and Lazarus." He explains, motioning to his partner in vigilanteism. "Glad to help, and... I think we might be interested." A look back to Laz. "I don't speak for her, of course."

Colleen Wing has posed:
The post "clean-up" after an alteraction. Something they never seemed to stay around for. It was usually for the best. Colleen slowly walks over to the tire that was tossed from the warehouse and with a bit of a wince and a foot brace pulls it from the tire, her free hand holding her ribs. At Matt's comment she offers him a slight smile and a laugh, which only results in a wince of pain. "Maybe. I am going to geel this for a few days." She raises her hand to her face a moment and wipes some of the blood away from below her eye. "Well, that could have gone better..." She turns to watch the building up in flames, softly stating. "Well at least I walked uot of this one."

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke just stares at the flames for a while, "Sweet Christmas." Always has to get that in somehow. But then he's paying attention to Daredevil and the offer being extended to the Helpers. He gives them both a bit of a nod and then shrugs a bit. "New folks gotta' buy a 'round at my bar. Each." Luke nods and keeps his stoic facial expression on as he starts to walk off because that's what he does. He shows up, handles business, then bounces. It's the Luke Cage way.

He'll leave the newbies wondering if he's joking or not.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a look at the suited up Daredevil and thankfully her face is hidden behind that mask, "I'm guessing most things in there are going to be a loss. Which is sad." she admits. She shakes the hand when it is offered and dips her head, "It's nice to meet you." she tells him. Atilla gives his own hand wave from her shoulders. "I'm always happy to help out since I retired from SHIELD." she sounds amused in that fact. Then she looks to Jan, "And I can't let this one go off and have all the fun." she adds. "Is anyone in need of healing before we split though? I know the cops will probably be asking about...everything. I can heal folks pretty quickly and easily." she offers. Then she goes quiet at Luke's words, "I guess that is fair." she nods to that.

It doesn't take long for the cops and the fire trucks to arrive. The cops are having more than their fair share of headaches trying to roundup the fleeing Tracksuit members, but the ones that are unconscious are checked by EMT and others as they get loaded into ambulances.

It takes a number of hours to put out the fire given the burn and the excellerant, but it's something that is finally done. In the aftermath there is a fireman that is walking through the debris that finds a trinket that is easy enough to grab his attention. He picks it up, looking at the object. There is a morality struggle before he pockets the item and goes about his night. Firefighting didn't pay as much as some thought!