1191/Casefiles: Something Bizarre at the Bazaar

Casefiles: Something Bizarre at the Bazaar
Date of Scene:	16 April 2020
Location:	Unknown Island in the Caspian Sea
Synopsis:	SHIELD raids an arms bazaar, and find they are the most bizarre things there, well except for exploding AIM tech and a bunch of kidsicles with powers.
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Daisy Johnson, Daniel Hastings, Jemma Simmons, Mikhail Uriokovitch, Bobbi Morse, Dane Whitman

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Clint Barton has posed:
The island had no name, just a set of coordinates, a spec of land in the waters of the Caspian Sea, set between the territory claimed by Russia, Iran, Azerbaijan and Turkmenistan. If there were resources to be mined from it, or oil under it, it would have been a source of contention, but barren and rocky, with nothing more than a few bugs and fish to speak of, it was largely ignored, which made it perfect for its current purpose, a black market arms bazaar, boasting weapons of the more high tech sort.

Access is to the bazaar is granted by invitation only, but thanks to some quick work by SHIELD three invites had been acquired under cover identities for Mikhail, Bobbi and Dane, who came by boat from Azerbaijan, met at the shore and driven by jeep to the sight of the bazaar. Which is something to see. It's like a super-terrorist supermarket, anti-superhuman weapons stolen from LexCorp, the latest smart weapons from Hammer Industries, a couple of tanks, the hulking forms of a couple reconditioned Hydra Dreadnaught power armours, and even a stolen SHIELD quinjet among other weapons.

The jeep pulls to a stop at the edge of the bazaar, situated in a dell on the rocky, hill strewn island, and their driver looks back, "Alright, all out, take a look around, if you see anything you like you can set up payment through Mister Belinsky," he gestures to their guide and personal guard. "As well as set up details for delivery."

Belinsky nods, getting out the man is dressed in military style fatigues and carrying some sort of high tech pistol on his hip. "If you hurry, you can bid on the main event right there," the driver gestures to a massive canon in the center of the Bazaar powered by some sort of glowing blue generator, "AIM weapons, always in high demand? when they work," he says.

Elsewhere the second team was getting in place on one of the hills overlooking the bazaar, as Clint, pulling on a guard's uniform as he takes the man's place keeping watch over the bazaar. Other men like him dotted the other hills, "We got enough of his voice to fake it for the radios right?' he asks the technical trio that he's got with him. "I unless they're going to ask me what Vodka I want to drink, I am not sure how long my Russian is going to hold up." Though they were in a good spot to set up a look out post and unleash the DWARFs for a birds eye view of the event.

In position, Clint spots the jeep arriving, and taps comms twice to let the team know their back up is in place.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
SHIELD had toys. Daisy liked toys. Specially the high tech computerized ones, like the workstation she had set up to overlook the whole affari from that hill they had chosen. Of course that it had to be a van, so it was a bit stuffy. But she is used to working from within those! Yet not used to having six damn screens up, all lighting up as she tests the cameras that she distributed over the agents going on the undercover mission.

"Alright, testing image now... Mmmm, looking good." she types damn fast on her computer. "Can you adjust your camera, Bobbi..? It's partially covered."

It felt good being the geekette again instead of being out there blasting people away with her powers, then an answer through the comms to Clint. "Running voice modulation now. We should be able to have a good fake soon." she opening another window, multitasking! All so busy-busy in here.

She then glances at Jemma. "Those DWARFs ready to fly?"

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Daniel didn't have nearly so many toys. He'd requested a FAL as his assault rifle for the day. He wore Foreign Legion camouflage pants and a dark sweater over it then a tactical LBE harness of Swiss make. Hodgepodge. But he couldn't forget the beret. Viva La France. He'd even grown out a moustache for the operation. As Daisy prepped her toys, Daniel climbed a tree and settled in with some elevation and a zip line to get to ground in a hurry. Oh he had a pair of binoculars.. but he was only pretending to use them. "Ground zero is very active." He comments dryly and with a subtle Franco-English intonation that came rather naturally to him. "Just act natural. There should be so many people they won't have time to stare. I think Tigerlily has eyes in air so let me know if there are any buildings you want a peek at the inside." Did he

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Of course SHIELD has toys. Lots of toys. That is part of Jemma's job, of course, is to provide those toys. And, this time, she brought along the DWARFs. A set of 8 different drones, all linked to a specialized tablet, it took a little convincing to have Fitz allow Jemma to take them along. And...a threat of taking Fitz with her. Once that was heard, there was no question that Jemma was allowed to take the drones. Because...the lab is safer. At least to Fitz.

    Daisy is given a glance as Jemma nods, the diagostics on the drones checking out. "Snow White and her dwarves are ready to fly." Jemma, for her part, is seated in the van as well, but is at least dressed for the part. She has traded her lab coat for a standard nondescript outfit, not that it would be visible from the back of the van. "Ready to fly whenever."

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail (Or, for today's purpose Rurik Olevski) felt a little at home, and yet definitely not. Banking on his non-ursine form being less known, the Russian has made sure his gear is in place, but is more than happy to just keep his eyes open as he makes his way through the bazaar with the team. He has donned the generic set of grey fatigues that would be expected for a bodyguard at such a thing, his main asset to this being mildly aware of some of the players, and also a native Russian speaker.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi knew it was going to be good. A terrorists wet dream. She's been to these sorts of things before, but she wasn't expecting to see such variety. Her eyes light up, the excitement and surprise of it a genuine reaction. On the way over she was getting her mind back in to the right head space. She's been Anna Koptsova a few times before. It makes sense to revisit an alias if it hasn't been burned yet. Sometimes that can play in to your favour if you run in to an acquaintance who knows you by that name. Anna is wearing faded blue jeans and a desert cameo top, a small cap with her long blonde hair freely flowing down her back, black fingerless gloves, she has her staves strapped to her thighs, a pistol at her hip, and three knives secreted away. She knows what people at these events like, a woman who is easy to look at and bad for their life expectancy. It's an easy fantasy to sell, especially when it's true.

"It's like a Russian Disney land," she comments to Belinsky in Russian and hops out of the jeep. The tap-tap gives her the mission go ahead. Now to go shopping. "Do you know what powers that canon?," she asks eyeing the main event in Russian accented English. She fostered this accent with a stay in St. Petersberg, it's one of the easier accent to get right. Her hand brushes back her hair, giving it a small flick to hide her adjusting the hidden camera for Daisy. "Is that the KLV-71 AI assist range finder?," she says to no one in particular, giving her an excuse to sauntering closer to her first interesting find and begin blending with the crowd.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Covert Infiltration was...not originally Dane Whitman's stock in trade, but he can bluff with a straight face and they apparently wanted a tech expert that could handle themselves if things go south for part of the infiltration team. He's following the KISS principle as much as possible (Keep It Simple, Stupid!). He's dressed in a pair of well-worn khaki cargos and a plain black T-shirt, with leather jacket atop. He made sure not to pick one that said SHIELD on it and everything!

So "Jaron Casimir" mostly keeps his mouth shut. The less said, the less likely to screw anything up. When he does speak, it's in perfectly fluent French, and usually to "Anna" who seems to be interpreting the Russian for him when needed. He's only got one weapon on him, and it's hidden beneath the coat and likely doesn't look particularly like a weapon...more like a flashlight. But he does move like someone that knows how to handle themselves. <<Looks more like the KLV-77, I think>>.

Clint Barton has posed:
The van they had set up was 'borrowed' from the local guards when the cloaked quinjet had dropped them off, and converted into a little mobile tech station. It was a risk but it meant Team Science (tm) had more cover than being out in the open. Besides, quiet wasn't really this group's thing.

As for the tech, when the DWARFs are ready they can get enough altitude to make them hard to see as they spread out over the bazaar, the cameras on the infiltration team is bringing back crystal clear images. As for the voice modulation? It's just in time as someone asks Clint to check in, and he can put the mic against the computer speaker to send the reply. "All clear," complete with a yawn.

Hurdle one dealt with.

"Daisy, see if you can run facial recognition on the infiltration team's feed, find out who we've got," he says, "Jemma, focus on the tech with your DWARFs I want to see where we need to send the team.

As for Daniel, Clint looks up in the tree. "Check out that tent next to the big gun if you can," he says, "Want to see what we can find out about that thing," a small wry grin follows. "You know how glowy blue things can be."

As for the infiltration team, Belinksy leads them into the bazaar, he looks over at the gun when Bobbi asks her question, "The big blue thing," he answers oh-so helpfully, before shrugging in that very Russian way, "Ask the men in the yellow suits, they love to talk about that thing," he says with a roll of his eyes, though the more conventional weapons are more his speed. "Da, that is a KLV-71 and over there is the 77," he says nodding to the weapons before leading them on towards the canon, "You want in on the auction?" he asks them

As they walk they can see the rest of the arms for sale, a few men try out beam weapons somewhat less advanced than Dane's 'flashlight' and over in one section a group of men fiddle around with what looks like some localized EMP tech, vary dangerously fiddle with it so close to the canon and the rest of the tech.

As for Mik, as a bodyguard he's more or less left alone, but he does spot a familiar face coming out of one of the tents Dr. Blatov Lavro, one of his minders while working for the Russian government, one of the men they used to bend people with powers to their will.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Are you going Picard on us ...? Just need the eyepatch.." Not that Daisy expects Daniel to understand what she is talking about. Geekette exclusive only! But with that beret, the mustache..., just the eyepatch missing indeed. But with that aside her focus is back on what is going on, both within the van and out there. A nod to Jemma when they get their assignments and she starts running on her face recognition program to see if they find a few usual suspects. "Guys, I will normally need a couple of secs to get a good, clear picture of someone so if anyone looks interesting ..., focus on them a bit." she advises over the comms.

And SHIELD tech is indeed great. Taking snapshots of the faces they catch on camera, sending them to that program who runs through known menaces in record time. She loves it. Specially when a few 'beeps' start to come up.

A whistle, "It's like christmas over here. Some run-of-the-mill known weapon dealers that'd be expected but.." a small frown. "HIVE agents ahead. The ones handling the beam weapons." she states, then another beep. "Toshiro Mori ahead, HYDRA agent. The one on your camera right now, Dane. He is checking out the canon at the moment."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Upon the word from Clint, Jemma sends the DWARFs off. The set of 8 drones flutter up into the air, the electrical engines muffled as quiet as possible as they drift off in a tight formation, gaining altitude to the point where the black matte finish should blend in quite nicely with the night sky. Once the appropriate altitude is reached, the drones loosen their formation, spreading out to not only get a good look at the armament, as per Clint's orders, but also a drone hovering high above the covert team, keeping an eye on them with the infrared spectrum while the others get angles of the weapons. There is even a drone set listening to any sound frequencies, to make sure things are on the up and up.

    With a flick of the wrist, Jemma shifts the display on the laptop to a free monitor, so that Daisy can see what Jemma is seeing. "Well, these are some lovely items here. Nothing as cutting edge as what Fitz and I are working on..." A slight smug sense of pride *might* have leaked into Jemma's tone..."...but certainly some items that we most definitely want to remove from improper hands. Really, how does one manage to steal a Quinjet?"

    The question is rhetorical, of course, but spoken outloud as Jemma taps a button. To start recording, of course.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"Tent. On it." It takes a moment for Daniel to scan over to the big gun and locate the big tent next to it. "AIM personnel, it looks like. I count.. six.. eight. Eight total goons. That's ballsy.. but not unsurprising. They're not even concealing the patches. Might be why they're in the tent. I'm going to see if I can't at least disable the gun.. or give it a bad day. Don't worry, I'll be quiet about it." And so Daniel sweeps his attention over to the Big Gun and begins scanning through the thing like he's peeling back layers of a schematic.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
There's a skill to not reacting to banter in your ear piece when you're in the field, or more specifically blending your smile in to a reasonable excuse. In this case Bobbi transforms the Picard quip into a smirks at Belinsky and says to Dane, "Jaron this is why you hired me, to help spend your money responsibly. See here," she says in French. She picks it up and turning it over to get a shot of the serial number. It's mostly scratched off but a few letters remain that might help source the origin, may be even shed some light on how it made its way here. "Only two cameras, the third was added in the 77." She puts it back down and continues to walk.

"Three whole crates of PSS series rail guns," she comments and turns this way and that, trying to get good clean shots of peoples faces. Merely speaking out loud for their own mics is helpful when some of these items are well covered up under camouflage tenting.

"We want in on that auction," she replies to Belinsky. They certainly want to be near the auction. Lots of faces might be there for them to scan.

You don't need a database to recognise some of your enemies and Bobbi is starting to see faces in the crowd that remind her they're in the thick of it now. Some people don't know they're your enemy yet, such as Toshiro Mori. She has a complicated relationship with that HYDRA agent. He understands the game though, so she approaches him and offers a cocky grin, "Toshiro, it's me Anna," she says in English with a Russian accent. Cultivating this relationship has been a many year project and he has known her under multiple aliases, now Anna was just the latest in the game. He's a handsome man and she a pretty lady, "Are you here buying or selling?" Every time she sees him, he cracks just a little bit more to her charms.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"You are not wrong," Mik says and nods to Bobbi. He keeps his eyes open and focused on his surroundings when he spots a man that brought back memories. "Hm," he says to himself and mentally notes it for the moment. The bodyguard tries to track where this former acquaintance is going. The talk of the arms does keep his attention to some degree, though once he gets a chance and says to Dane/Jaron, "Seems safe, saw an old friend." He nods to the others and keeps his eyes looking for other familiar faces.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Oui" Jaron (Dane) reinforces the notion of being in on the auction, his eyes study the cannon fairly intently. He has the benefit of not knowing who any of these people are beyond names in a dossier that he probably hasn't read yet. Which means he doesn't have a history people here are going to know of, which is both a plus and a minus, but then again it isn't like there aren't a thousand disposable faces used by various criminals and masterminds who show up to things like this a couple of times and then disappear forever, probably fatally, if not tossed in some prison somewhere.

<<I do not think he is for sale, Mademoiselle Koptsova.>>

Jaron comments to his subject-matter-expert, injecting just about the right mix of amusement and very mild annoyance.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint for his part keeps his eyes focused on the site of the bazaar, keeping 'soft eyes' not quite focusing on any one thing but keeping his eyes on the whole. While he watches he listens to the rest of the back up team. "Mori, Mori, where do I know that name?" he asks Daisy. "And flag those HIVE guys, I am sure ARGUS will want to know they were on site," as for other pings, she can spot a couple of Hydra security for Mori as well, some close by, another couple hidden in the crowd revealed only by the software, mercs often used by Hydra as muscle.

The DWARFs spread out nicely, and give a good view of the bazaar, the quinjet looks like it might have been restored some, possible salvage? Or maybe it really did get stolen, though in reply to Jemma's rhetorical question, Clint replies, "With a lot of difficulty, Fury keeps putting more trackers in them each time I do it," he says deadpan, leaving it up to those listening if he's joking or not.

Though on the feed from the DWARFs Jemma can see a number of coffin- like containers being rolled towards the infiltration team in the direction of the tent that Dr. Lavro had been peeking out of. Possibly some sort of cryogenics tubes? There's four in total moving from a helicopter parked nearby.

Down at the auction, Mori turns from the gun to smile at 'Anna', "Anna, what a surprise," he says with a smile, "Buying today," he eyes Anna and her party. "Don't tell me we're going to be bidding against each other?" he asks, feigning to look hurt. "And tell me who are your companions?"

As for Dr. Lavro, he steps more fully out of the tent and Mik can see his attention fixed towards the helipad as if expecting a delivery, the one that Jemma has spotted from above. As for familiar faces, a man rounds the corner ahead of the containers, a guard from the program, Ivan, a mean son of a bitch, who'd enjoyed tormenting the new 'recruits' like the ones who 'trained' Mikhail back in the day.

There's a faint smirk from Mori, hearing that quip from 'Jaron' whether he understood it or not, "Well, it looks like the demonstration is about to begin."

And true to his word, men in yellow suits take the stage, one of them tapping a mic, "Can we get your attention please-"

From Dane's vantage point on the gun however, he can see the thing is powered by the glowing blue 'cell' connected to it by a cable. The weapon itself a thirty-foot beam chamber pointed up into the sky. In all, it gives the impression of power, but to expert eyes, it looks, classically AIM. Brilliant, unstable and possibly dangerous!

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Flagging them as we speak, Sir." Focus on the 'Sir', but it's just as good to keep the pressure off the mission a bit. Sometimes quips must be sent. Like what Daisy says to Bobbi. "Really? How do you know all the bad guys, uh?" yet then as a couple other names pop up on the face recognition she says. "Couple of guys nearby serving as security. On the other side of the canon.." she signals.

And more! "Some more on the crowd, near the weapon stand ten meters to your left."

She looks at the video-feed that Jemma is showing and quirks a brow. "What's that I am watching?"

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Those coffin-like containers do get a rather curious expression from Jemma. A flick of the fingers, and the picture zooms in as close as Jemma dares while maintaining height. And...in answer to Daisy's question, the familiar british cadence is slower, a sure sign that Jemma is analyzing on the fly. "It.....appears to be cryogenic status chambers. If I am seeing the data correctly, there is definitely a distinct lack of heat from those containers." A finger points to the thermal scans, showing those chambers as a dark blue, in comparison to the bright red heat signatures of the handlers. "That is somewhat disturbing. We should try to capture those if at all possible."

    Why? Because there could be people in there. Curse Jemma and her bleeding heart. Silly hippocratic oath.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Well.. it definitely looks to be a hell of an energy cannon.. assuming it was built properly. Given the audience, AIM wouldn't be stupid enough to bring a prototype that didn't work would they? Nahhh that would piss off angry buyers who don't mind leaving bodies behind. So naturally, Daniel pauses in his schematic scan of the cannon when he reaches a few digital boards that are no doubt designed to control capacitance, give readings to the control panel, who knows really but they look important! He begins whistling the French national anthem as he plucks cards and stuffs them into his LBE pockets as souvenirs. Plus, you never know where these things were manufactured. "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think the demonstration will go as planned.. I might recommend a safe distance from the cannon." Safe. "Or at least put something solid between you and it. They have what looks to be prototype ARC tech powering it. The cannon is.. likely disabled. Would you like me to see if I can't overload the reactor?" His view pans out then so he can at least see what's happening and unfold space if need be. Taking a blast to the face is not recommended.

Looking down to the ladies below him, he queries, "Did you say bodies? If you need those evac'd I'm going to have to come down there."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
To Mori, Bobbi affectionately places a hand on his shoulder and laughs, well, covers up her reaction from Daisy's query. "I'm afraid so Toshiro. He goes by the name Jaron, but he isn't your type. I'm here helping him spend his money wisely." She taps the side of her nose as if that were an inside joke. She glances over to Mikhail, "And that's his bodyguard. Real tough son of bitch."

She wanders closer for the demonstration. It's AIM tech, there's a real chance this will be the last day of their lives as the thing could just explode and finish the mission for them. She passes by people and pauses her walk just enough to get more stable shots of faces. The people who aren't on their radar are here looking to buy weapons and start trouble, this gives them a heads up.

"You'll have to tell me if you're working on anything cool, you know I'm always in the market for exciting toys. Now, I need to get back to my job. Call me," she lifts her finger and thumb up to her face and gives them a little wiggle, then moves back over to the team for the weapon demonstration. "What a piece of junk," she mutters under her breath as she gets a closer look at the canon, then starts circling around to the left to get the vantage point Daisy needs of the people, while also back peddling away from the canon in case it does indeed go as Daniel predicts.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
A demonstration. This has MIk's attention as he walks with them, though the arrival of others that were akin to those that brought him into Soviet service. He manages to avoid showing his irritation, but the talk of a demonstration causes him to be mildly concerned as well, as if these people are here, things do not bode well. He sticks with Bobbi and Dane for the moment, but the Russian is bothered enough that he can not say anything at this point in time.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Jaron" seems to fiddle with his watch a bit, commenting more quietly to "Anna" and Mikhail, "If this thing looks like it's going to blow, try to stay behind me." Because staying behind cover and taking part in the auction may well be mutually exclusive. That said, he makes his way to a position that allows him to see the attempted demonstration, but you know....keeps some casual distance. <<This ought to be interesting.>>

Clint Barton has posed:
Daisy gets soooo much side-eye for that, 'Sir' remark. "Good work, Agent Tremors," he fires back with a hint of a smile.

The mention of the cryotubes, gets Clint's interest, "Where are they coming from, Jemma?" he asks, lifting his binoculars, trying to scope them out. As for Daniel. "Disable is good, keep overload in your back pocket for when we need to get out of here. Might save SHIELD an attack on this place if we can blow it ourselves."

Mori nods, "Well, yes, I do have some very special new toys, a little out of my usual area of specialty," his eyes drift towards Lavro's tent. "I'll call you about it, perhaps, you can spend a little of Jaron's money with me."

Ivan seems to notice Mikhail in the crowd, stopping one of the containers bumping into him from behind, the cover slips and a face is visible within, a human face, young, eyes closed, some sort of rig attached to their head, then it's covered again. It seems like good doctor Larvo is up to his old tricks again. Ivan however is fixed on Mikhail. He presses some sort of large watch looking device on his arm and begins to growl as his muscles begin to expand and he grows taller. <<Traitor!>> he roars in Russian pointing to Mikhail running towards him. Behind him, guards, draw weapons and start to move.

On the stage, the AIM guys blather on before even they can read the crowd well enough to get on with it, "Without further ado... the test," he says, nodding to the guys at the controls who turn nobs and pull levers like the gunners on the Death Star, before the building whine from the generator begins to peter out.

"Sorry, sorry, I swear this didn't happen in the test runs!" before something happens, sabotage meets shoddy workmanship and the power sent to the gun floods back to the reactor. It starts to pulse wildly, beams of energy snaking off the thing, lifting the AIM presenter off his feet and scattering him into atoms.

For Dane and Daniel it's clear this thing is overloading, and if that wasn't enough trouble the crowd around the gun has started to panic.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
As things start going to 'hell' Daisy points out an image on the screen. "Those containers have people in them." she tells them with a frown. Then she gets up to her feet, slipping her hands into the fingerless gloves she normally wears when things get serious. It does make her lose some serious typing-foo. But sacrifices must be made!

"Ready for backup as needed!" She speaks out to the comms. But doesn't just flies in just yet. Lots of agents there afterall. And leaving Jemma here on her own doesn't seem like a good plan for her. Learning to not be so reckless!

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    The response to Clint is quick from the biochemist. "The helicopter to the lower left of the recon team. That is the origin of the cryo chambers. And...if I am not mistaken, the statis chambers are headed for that tent directly ahead of the team." With the short response given, Jemma glances over to Daisy...donning her gauntlets. And...not running out? Apparently, despite Jemma not being out in the field often, she knows this is not normal. On a hunch, she catches Daisy's eye and nods to Jemma's own left side, where sits a nice, shiney new ICER.

    Translation? Jemma can take care of herself if need be. The assumption is that Daisy is hanging back to protect Jemma...and the slight action is her indication that it is not necessary.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Zipline time. Daniel slips off of the branch he was sitting on and holds onto the cord as he lets it run through his gloved hand.. slowing himself just before he reaches ground. "Alright guys.. I have a plan. Who's seen Harry Potter?" A beat. Yes. He said Harry Potter. "There's a fuel truck near those caskets. I want you to grab caskets and push them at the hazard placard on the side. Make sure you're aiming /straight/ at the placard. Driver's side. I'll have you covered. It's platform Nine and Three Quarters time." There's a glance to Daisy with a maniacal grin on his face as he makes a pop culture reference then steps away from the ladies to a clear patch of earth, lifting his palms to focus. The air in front of him starts to shimmer then.. looks an awful lot like a view of ground zero and a whole lot of caskets in front of him. Heck, if Daisy wanted to be brave she could probably just step through right there and give cover fire.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi's cheerful replies, "Oh you know I will." Her eyes follow his eyes and she starts to withdraw from the demonstration area. She talks discretely for her team, "Hey guys I think HYDRA might be here for those coffins too. I'm going to try and get closer to them." The sudden roar of Traitor! is the perfect distraction.

She slips through the crowd toward Lavro's tent, her mind considering the plan even as she's approaching. Screw it, this is for Daisy. The simplest plan is the best plan.

She walks up to the tent directly. There's two Russian goons standing guard there. She waves to the first one, "Privet," and summarily knees him in the groin. She turns with a stave coming free of its holster and hits the second one across the throat, then turns back and hits the first guard again on the back of his neck as he drops down. The second stave comes out and she strikes both of them across the head just for good measure.

Inside the tent she hears Daniel formulating a plan and replies, "I haven't seen Harry Potter." This is the first and last thing she says to Lavros as she shrugs not bothering to explain herself and knocks him out. "Dane get on Daniel's plan."

Standing in front of the cryocasket, it has opened and a man is slowly waking up with some sort of control rig on their face. "Ahh.. Jemma, what am I looking at here. Who am I looking at here?" She peeks out the tent and considers her options.. she could take this guy through Daniel's portal perhaps. She could definitely take Lavros through the portal, that'd be a nice prize too. "Clint, need a little guidance here, we have options..."

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
The Russian is recognized. Mik turns to Bobbi and Dane and sighs. He has stayed with them for the moment and then says, "We have trouble." He frowns and flexes his hands, thick hair growing over his body and the clothing breaks as his body expands, though after ten seconds there is no longer a regular man standing there, but a large, angry bear. Mik lets out a roar, <<You have made a grave mistake>> he bellows in Russian and says to Bobbi after nodding towards Ivan and Lavro are, "We need them, if we can. They are monsters." Mikhail charges Ivan and tries to bullrush him, taking a swipe at the man's side to rip it open, if possible.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"And me without my invitation to Wizard School." Dane mutters under his breath, working to get over to where the cryo-pods are arrayed. He almost casually lashes out to clock a guard that gets in his face, lining up to shove one of those pods towards the designated hazard placard.

"Incoming!" He calls out over comms, before turning back to take stock of the situation, "So does somebody who knows how to fly one of those things wanna reacquire some SHIELD property while we clear these out?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint takes in the chaos as it comes, taking a deep breath to steady himself, chaos was part of the job. Just have to get your eyes on the target and not let loose sight of it. Right now the target was those cryo chambers.

"Do it Daniel," he says about the portal. "Daisy, get down there and give the team cover on the way to Daniel's portal, do your thing," he'd seen Daisy's powers in action and nothing did better crowd control than sending a ton of terrorists flying far, far away from his people.

He looks to Jemma then. "DWARFs still keeping an eye on things?" he asks, "Cause I am going to need you to be my spotter," he says, going to the bag in the van and producing his bow and arrows. Letting Jemma point out the trouble while he well, shoot it.

Bobbi takes out the guards and the good doctor like they were barely there, leaving her in the room with the open tube and the man, kid really, that had been inside. He sits up looking dazed and a little confused. "Who are you?" he asks in accented English.

As for options? Clint comes over comms. "Grab what you can and get to Daniel's portal, I don't want to have to explain to Fury why Agent Mockingbird got vaporized."

As for Ivan? He rushes towards Mikhail as the men behind him try to get a bead on Mikhail, not quite ready to just fire indiscriminately into the crowd. The man and bear collide like two freight trains, Mikhails greater bulk sending Ivan reeling back, though as Mikhail rakes at his side, the big man dodges, coming forward to slam his head into the bear's muzzle, in a cross-species headbutt. "Shoot them!" he bellows to the men behind him. Apparently he's less concerned about casualties than his men!

The men step forward, weapons raised, though they don't get closer than that one step the reactor is still going, beams still lashing out into the crowd, one narrowly missing the pod that Dane shoves forward into the truck. As he does, the two Hydra men from the crowd draw weapons, and advance towards Dane, he's messing with the pods, they've got to stop him.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisies will be Daisies. And so danger wins this time, as always. Specially after Jemma shows the shiny new ICER (She wants one of those too) and so after a, "Hold the fort." to Jemma she begins running out of the van and off towards that portal that has been opened by Hastings. Such commodity! Of course that this is but a running start because with her arms extended back vibrations are felt on the ground behind her as she lifts off into flight, gaining speed to go in.

And in she goes! Stepping on the other side. She spots those men about to open fire on everyone around. Including innocents. If there even are innocents out here! Regardless, she needs to do something. And something she does... So before that group can start shooting she... "Noone shoots our bear!" and slams one hand down on the ground as she lands amidst them, earth erupting about her, sending a couple of those shooters flying, some of the others nearby losing balance. And then she is off vibrating guards off their feet amidst the confusion, sending them far away indeed..!

Daniel Hastings has posed:
Incoming indeed. Thankfully, Daniel sees the shoved casket coming his way and sidesteps it before it takes him out. Then there's a Daisy flying over his shoulder through to the hot zone. "I suppose at this point it doesn't matter that everyone knows SHIELD is here." There's a wry tone to his voice but his focus is on maintaining the portal. "Hey! Watch the collateral Johnson!" The vibrations transition across the folded space and make him have to crouch to stay on his feet. "Remember, this is realspace not a portal. Everything happening there gets translated right to exfil while I'm doing this." That includes bullets.. which.. he glances back to the van. He hopes it's bulletproofed.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Finding herself alone in the van, Jemma takes full advantage of the extra room she finds herself with. She props her control tablet up on a built-in kickstand in front of her, then presses a button on the bottom corner of the tablet. In an instant, a glowing red laser grid fires up, shining on the shelf/desk top in front of the scientist, formulating itself into a floating keyboard of sorts. And...now both fingers are flying as Jemma starts to rattle off information.

    "Cryotubes are an outdated design. Rather primitive by our standards." Standards in this case being that of Fitz and her own. "Typical Russian design, from what I have seen in journals. Very cruel. From what I remember, there is a remote device essentially wired into the pain centres of the brain. It is simple and highly unethical, but effective means of control." The DWARFS dip down, to get a better view of the environs. With the laser keyboard, it seems that Jemma is having little difficulty in monitoring the situation.

    Calling out to Clint, Jemma dictates targets. "Two men, advancing on Agent Whitman. Armed." She doesn't tell Clint to shoot them, but assumes he will know what to do. "Daisy took out the other armed men near Agent Uriokovitch." A brief pause. "And the reactor is growing quite critical. I recommend vacating the immediate area if at all possible."

    So polite. And probably rather obvious. But, Jemma is taking her role seriously.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
The doctor, probably soon to be exploded by terrible AIM technology, or the kid. Mikhail wanted both, but time is running out.

"Hey there buddy." She puts her staves in to their thigh holsters and says, "Looks like you've been having a real long nap. My name's Bobbi. What's your name?" Time is ticking but she doesn't want to be 'the bad guy' to this teenager. Who knows how long he's been in that tube and who knows how he got there to begin with.

"Evan," replies the disoriented teen. "Okay Evan, great, there's some really bad people outside this tent and we're going to get you away from here, okay?" She offers him her arm as he finds his wobbly legs on the ground. She puts her arm about him and walks with him, "Okay Evan you're going to need to keep your head down okay buddy." She dips her head to demonstrate and he copies her. "Okay Evan, now I need you to be brave for me, can you do that?" Evan nods.

The two emerge from the tent as the island bazaar has turned in to pandamonium, or bearamonium. She walks Evan over to the magic spot on the tanker and steps through the portal. She and Evan join Jemma and she introduces him, "Evan this is Jemma, you both have similar accents." She replies over comms, "I'm not sure Dane, that seems like a big risk. I can pilot it though if we're going to do this..."

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Heh," Mik says as Ivan headbutts him. "Stupid man," he roars as he dodges a punch and points out one big advantage he has over regular bears: thumbs. With that, Mik grabs Ivan by his shirt and with bestial strength and a roar, throws the Russian into the energy beam, suddenly rendering Ivan no longer an issue.

Mikhail winces as a bullet hits his shoulder, the trouble is that his hide, while thicker, is not impervious. "See, you have made bad choice, you had best run." Another is not so fortunate as Mikhail gives an encore and chucks him into the beam as well. As Bobbi exits the tent Mikhail calls back, "I will keep them busy and guard rear." He grins and picks up a dropped AK and begins readying to lay down covering fire for the retreat.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Don't worry about it, then. Bank our risk allowance for another day." Dane replies to Bobbi, spotting the two headed his way, a bit of a half-grin flitting across his face as he reaches to his back and extracts that "flashlight." Which promptly ignites into a yellow-orange blade of energy, accompanied by a similarly-hued shield on his left arm.

"I really don't have time for this gents, so why don't you just come on and get this over with?"

Thankfully, these are obliging henchmen sorts, and while they fire away with their weapons as they close, they harmlessly deflect off the shield, and at the last second, Dane steps into the strike, and in a flash, a looping strike sends both men to the ground, twitching as little crackles of energy spark around them. The sword gets put away, the Shield stays up, mostly to protect against generator beam while he sets to shoving another one of those cryo-pods through Daniel's portal.

Clint Barton has posed:
Everything was chaos now. The beams were striking out with more regularity, the terrorists, criminals and mad scientists were all fleeing for whatever cover they could find, the guards? The ones not ducking are pinned down by Mikhail's fire, and even those who manage to hit find the bear resistant.

Clint from his vantage point, watches as Dane takes out two guys with a freaking lightsaber. "Wait, did you guys know he had that?" he asks, but this is not the time!

Focusing back up. "Dane, Daisy, get those last pods through the portal! Mik, keep covering fire and then when the pods are in get your ass back here," he pauses, drawing and firing an arrow to blast a few men who tried to get on Mikhail's flank.

"Jemma, call back the DWARFs and signal SHIELD for a pick up, Bobbi help Evan get in the van and take the wheel," he says as he pulls another arrow out of his quiver, one of his high-yield explosive ones, If they weren't going to take the quinjet themselves, he was going to scratch something off his bucket list. He draws back, aims and fires, and the stolen jet explodes in a ball of flame.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Ufff, that beam came close to hitting her! Daisy ducks out of the way once some of the guards have been quaked out of commission. She jumping back and then arching a brow at the bear with the gun. Now that's a sight ... Just in time for her to go back and to where the pods are being taken to the portal.

"The force is strong with you ..." she says of the 'lightsaber' Dane wields, but she is quick enough in helping Dane on getting those pods through. No time to lose!

"That's coming right out of your monthly allowance, Sir." This said to Clint right as she runs to step out of the portal on the other side once they make sure all the pods have been secured.

"Pods secure!" she calls out on comms to Mikhail.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Evan receives a smile from Jemma as she keys in the command for the DWARFs to return home. The case is placed out for the drones to return and then the good doctor is on the comms to SHIELD, requesting a rendezvous in short order. That British accent is heard as she acknowledges Clint's orders. "Meet up in progress now. And no, I had no idea that Agent Whitman had anything like that." As Jemma speaks, the drones nestle in nice and neat, without any prompting from the tablet. Which, said tablet is placed into the case, and the case closing to be stowed away.

    And now, with the surveillance done, the medical doctor comes out. Jemma assists in getting Evan situated for travel, her voice pitched low as she offers comfort, even while she takes it upon herself to give a quick physical examination. Such is the benefit of having a cleric in the party, so to speak.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"Bloody hell!" Daniel can't help but flinch as the quinjet is detonated and bits of flaming wreckage land on his side of folded space. Again, a glance is given to the van. Phew. He has to side step a few of the caskets coming his way but at least those he was expecting. In the end, he is the one that has to linger to keep the egress point open. Waiting for a big bear of a man to come through and having to stretch things out a little lest the big man decapitate himself coming through. Once the last of the few and the brave come through, he lowers his hands and exhales heavily. Personal use was one thing. Keeping space unnaturally bent for an expanse of time? Exhausting. "Right, off we go then. Can we fit all these in the van? Or are we going to have to pop the bottles?" Either way, they're coming with them.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi gets Evan sat and puts a blanket around him, then does his seatbelt up. "We're getting out of here now Evan. You can shut your eyes and nap if you like, you'll be safe now. I have to go do some driving." She pats his shoulder and then gives Jemma a 'I have no idea what I'm doing' look before going back outside to look at the carnage. "Clint you didn't...," she says with both horror and amusement when the stolen quinjet explodes in a fireball. She says to Daniel, "They'll fit, they have to," and starts loading them in to the van.

A bear with AK, a Jedi knight, Quake being more superhero than she realises. She grins and says to Clint over the comms, "Do you ever get that impression that we're obsolete." About Whitman she responds, "Need to know and all that." That doesn't necessary mean she knew though. She rushes to get in the drivers seat and starts the engine. In gear, foot pressed to the break, she's ready to floor it the moment everyone is in and secure. If there's one part of the mission you should never mess around in, it's the 'get away now' part.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
This is why Mikhail was brought. Angry bear, with a gun. This is why bad guys can't have nice things. He is in his own world, having taken up another AK and using them in each hand, not horribly bothered by the recoil at this point in time. It is a good day, the good vodka will be cracked open tonight. As he is informed of the pods he grins and empties the magazines as he beats a hasty retreat. "But fight was just getting good." With that, he beats the hasty retreat he was ordered to.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane takes up a position in front of the portal, shield still crackling on his arm, waiting for the last of the pods...and Mikhail...to make their way through. He seems comfortable enough blocking both bullets and energy blasts, but as soon as the big Russkie Bear-Man? Man-Bear? Bear-Guy? (It's a good thing someone briefed him before the mission on what Mikhail could do) makes it through the portal, he ducks back through as well, shutting off his shield and calling out "All clear!"

Clint Barton has posed:
"Everyday," Clint replies to Bobbi over comms. The agency was getting weirder and weireder. But there's a fond smile a he says that. He liked weird.

As soon as the van's loaded and everyone's through, they drive and fast, the Quinjet that's waiting for them, swooping in to gather them as the blue flashes grow brighter and arcs of energy begin to land all over the island. Then as soon as the last pod and the last member of the team is aboard, they lift off, flying hard and fast away from the island before the reactor at last goes critical and everything left behind is blasted into atoms.

But the real danger isn't over. The paperwork awaits.