11980/Another day on patrol!

Another day on patrol!
Date of Scene:	12 July 2022
Location:	<text>
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Roy Harper, Koriand'r

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Roy Harper has posed:
The waterfront after dark is not exactly the most scenic of places, not with those great wharfs with the large cargo ships and towering cranes. Not to mention a virtual sea of warehouses just stretched out, waiting. On the surface it certainly seems pretty dead at this hour. But appearances can be deceiving and depending on the action one is looking for it is as good a place as any to put down roots for the night.

One would think that a certain Roy Harper could find another way to spend his time. Afterall, more and more of his daylights hours are spent playing Agent of SHIELD. But here he is, sans the suit and tie that seem to be standard issue for a whole lot of agent types. Instead he has put on a somewhat more colorful costume as he perches on one of those same cranes, a rather impressive view ooffered all the way up there, even crouched with his bow in hand. But it is not the nearby ocean he watches, but instead the peers down at the corrugated metal rooftops of the nearby warehosues and the streets that run between them.

Watching. And waiting. And more then a little bored out of his gourd.

Koriand'r has posed:
Unlike many of the Titans Koriand'r actually had a day job, but modeling or not...she was also an orange-skinned obvious alien, so it wasn't like any outing at all was going to be without her being recognized as Starfire. Then again, flying probably didn't help either.

With a sweep of glowing green, the woman makes to come to a perch of her own...but for her? She's sitting on the building edge in costume, currently resting with a milk tea in her hands and draining from the straw as she watches people move about below.

Roy Harper has posed:
For Roy, he is particularly interested in a certain group of people that should be arriving sometime soon, right outside good ol' Warehouse Thirty-Nine. He has put in a lot of legwork to confirm that the drug buy should be going down tonight, and just as much to insure that he would not otherwise be assigned to a different mission so he could be here. He pretty much had to beg, barter and steal back to back Saturday evening shifts with Jackson to manage it. Ugh, there go his weekend plans for the rest of the month.

But drugs are kinda personal to Arsenal.

Still, right at the moment it takes just about every bit of impulse control in that five foot ten frame of his not to leap from his perch at this point, just to liven up the night.

He has grappling hook arrows, he'll be fine.

With a much put-upon sigh the redheaded archer lifts a scope to one eye, peering through it at the target below before sweeping over other nearby rooftops before coming to an abrupt stop when that range-finger lands on Starfire. "Well helllllllooo there," he mutters to himself, reluctantly swinging his attention back to his target.

And just in time too as a black van pulls up in front of the warehouse, doors sliding open as a half-dozen armed men begin to emerge.

Koriand'r has posed:
Human weapons are different to what she'd grown up with, what the warlords had taught her, what she herself used....but after all this time it wasn't like she wasn't aware of what a gun was! She'd been shot at plenty after all. Lowering her drink and setting it aside, the Tamaranian princess looks up and makes to lean forwards, green eyes narrowing as she watches the men clamber out.

Roy Harper has posed:
Unfortunately for Roy, he doesn't fly. That would make this sort of thing considerably easier. But not necessarily more fun.

In an instant the redheaded archer is on his feet, balanced prevariously amongst the struts of that huge crane used to load and offload the giant shipping vessels docked at the nearby wharfs. Hss bow is off his shoulder and an arrow drawn in one smooth motion as he takes aim for just an instant before releasing that shaft into the night. A long line trails after it and Roy loops it around the crane, making sure it's secure before the arrow hits home, causing the line to go taunt. Then the bow is bakc on his shoulder and the archer simply leaps for that line, racing down towards the waiting group that remains oblivious to either of their watchers.

Down in front of that warehouse the men emerging from the van form a sort of half-circle, facing the nearby building, the reason for which becomes clear moments later as those big doors slide open, revealling an answering group of armed men within the structure. For a moment the two groups eye once another, faces blank, hiding intentions. Then one of those from the van holds up a briefcase. "Well? Are we just going to stare at each other all night?" he growls.

Roy's reckless ride cown that zip line continues unabatted, grin on his face as he reaches for and pulls out a fold-out, handcrossbow from the holster at his side. Getting closer and closer to the site of the sale, he abruptly fires it off...

...and the bolt flies true, stabbing right through the hand of the man holding up the briefcase. He lets it drop to the ground with a pained cry -- possibly because of the crossbow bolt that is still embedded straight tthrough his hand. "What the fu..." he begins, a dozen sets of eyes starting to look all around, seeking out the source of the attack, guns coming up and into play.

Koriand'r has posed:
Well, now things are happening! The sound of impact, the sight of the violence, the gunshots were all enough to have Kori moving faster, a lot faster. Landing downwards with a flare of green light before she lifts her hands and she tilts her head. "If you wish to avoid an injury, you need to surrender."

Roy Harper has posed:
The armed drug dealers certainly seem a little taken aback when Starfire simply lands there amongst them. SHe's not holding a bow or any sort of obvious weapon, but that doesn't seem to bother any of the men as those weapons whirl towards the alien princess. "I don't know who you think you are but you just made the last mistake of your life," the lead man growls, still cradling his injured hand. "Kill her," he says flatly, voice laced with a pained note.

An arrow in the hand will do that.

Of course, with such a good distraction there already no one notices Roy as he continues that descent. No one notices as he gives a little flick of his wrist and that hand crossbow reloads itself. No one notices as there is another soft twang as a second bolt is fired off. They do notice when the bolt thunks against the chest of another of the drug dealers though, especially when electricity starts to arc through him, sending him into spasms before dropping to the ground a second later.

By the time the second bolt thuds into the man surround him, another taser arrow taking him down too the criminals are starting to figure out that there might be more then one threat here -- half of them still bringing guns to bear on Kori while the rest turn their attention skyward.

"Nice entrance gorgeous," Roy calls out, letting go of the zipline and dropping towards the rooftop just beneath him -- right before automatic gunfire rakes through the space he was just seconds earlier.

Koriand'r has posed:
Some people had asked Koriand'r why she wore the costumes she did. Was it flirtatious? A distraction? It was true enough that Tamaranians viewed modesty and sexuality different than most might, but there was a practical reasoning too: her skin was bulletproof, most fabric was not. A little sigh comes as Kori lifts a hand to her face mostly to keep the shattering shrapnel from getting into her eyes before she steps forward to seize one man and hoist him by his arm, sending the man hurtling into one of the walls before she gestures out with a hand and an ark of green starbolt energy flashes out and shatters the weapons of the next man.

Then the bolt impacts and Roy makes his arrival, leaving her gaze moving to the man for a moment before she makes to step forwar and strike out at the next man.

"Perhaps talking should wait till the fighting is done."

Roy Harper has posed:
The rooftop perch gives him quite the bird's eye view of the street below. Already the dozen or so men have been thinned in number with two of them slumped on the ground from the taser arrows and another two put out of comission by the alien princess. And of course there is the lead buyer, still cradling his hand and watching as his fellow criminals fall all around him.

"Ten seconds in and about half of them down. Not too shabby," Arsenal says, drawing a bead on another of the men and taking him down with another shot made to look easy by the archer. He is not bulletproof however, relying more on speed and distraction to avoid seeing his crime-fighting career come to a swift and unenviable end so he doesn't stop moving -- or talking apparently.

He simply steps off the edge of the building -- presumably knowing full well that there are a stack of crates waiting beneath them and he scurries down them like a mountain goat, reloading his weapon as he goes. "You mean battle without the quips and taunting? Surely you must be joking," he says with a broad grin. Once might think he's not taking this seriously. Or maybe enjoying himself too much. At least one out of those two is probably true.

It is at about this moment that those gunmen still on their feet begin to rethink certain life decisions. Not enough to drop their weapons and surrender mind you. But more than enough to turn tale and start to run down that street lined by warehouses. "Screw this, this is insane," one calls out as they abandon their fellows to their fates.