14765/The investigation begins.

The investigation begins.
Date of Scene:	25 April 2023
Location:	Gotham: Warehouse near the docks
Synopsis:	A conversation is had, but they just didn't listen!
Cast of Characters:	Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanoff, Caleb Dykstra

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Phil Coulson has posed:
It was night as Phil sat in a house with the lights out small device in his hand pointed to a warehouse as he had been watching it for a little while now. It had took him a very short time to find the Mafia boss, and then less to find out where they went as they were so busy looking up for Bats good ol fashioned tricks worked extremly well. As he sees the fancy car pull up with a few others, Phil calls the office, "Yes I am in position, but I need some back up. Send me another agent, and two hellicopters in bound. Just incase." he pauses, then nods though they can't see it. "I apreciate your concern M'am, but two will do there is no need for tanks."

Sighing a bit he hangs up, as they did worry about him so much, but he was alright. He checks his Icer, though doubted he would have to use it, and dressed up in his nicest black suit leaving the sunglasses this time, as it was night, and he already looked cool. He decided to leave, and wait for whoever the Agent was going to be, and smiled to himself as he knew the helicopters would take time, but if this Mofia did get agressive they would be a nice support.

They were in Gotham, at night close to the docks the warehouse was just a storage area for the boss. The Mafia was sprinkled around as while they had somee 'guards' it was non-military though, and their placement was done by the boss, and it was just rely on them following their instructions not goofing off or forgetting.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And Natasha is over in position to be cover and backup if need be. There's a very large sniper rifle that she's a few hundred meters away from Phil that she's using the scope to scan the area. A UV lens is over on her face to let ehr not have to rely on infrared. She goes tos can along, moving to quietly speak along the comm <<Individuals spotted> As her tone is flat. SHe's iN Widow mode, even as she goes to cover.

She also has a full loadout of different grenades on her, depending on what they run into. The Mafia could be anything from Maggia to Count Nefaria, after all.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
The boss man, Basilio Vittorelli, well... What could his underlings tell about him? Basically anything ranging from 'Who?', to 'He ain' seein' no-one - schedule an appointment', with a lot of diverse topic defelctions in the middle.

But the fact is, the man isn't around. No, for tonight, you get one of his favorites: meet Regino 'Reg' Vittorelli, pampered kid, all-time Italo-American Asshole and Sociopath, who has just arrived at the warehouse to secure the massive winnings from a major operation gone right.

And among them, a teen wearing a hoodie to cover his head and a backpack, from which he unloads money. Likely what was previously in that backpack were drugs.

"That all of it?", Reg asks, to which the hooded figure nods.

"I'm not gonna have to count it, am I?", he smirks. "I suck at math, but the books..."

"You know you won't", the hooded teen says.

A knife comes flying through the air, grazing the side of his hoodie. A warning for talking back.

"You right, I know I won't. Get back out there, and collect some more from 'Brick' on your way out. You got one week, ya lil' punk."

Nothing more is said, and the hooded figure turns around and starts to head out.

Phil Coulson has posed:
As the boy walks out he see a older man in a nice black suit. His posture screamed law, but no car had pulled up he had just walked out from one of the near buildings heading right over to the entrance, or exit to others. He could also might see he is armed with a single, though high tech, pistol but only for a moment as he passed approaching the others. He stopped when he saw the kid, and ignored the other people there for a moment. Nat knew that look as Phil was counting the odds he hated seeing kids working for people like this, but if he did that then the paperwork would be crazy not to mention the questioning, and tests, so he said nothing just notting the face for now as he will have to follow up on that later. Then turned moving towards the guards now prob demanding who he was.

Turning with a smile, he nodded to the men, "Hello... My name is Coulson.. I am here to talk to your bosses aid here so that he knows that we know everything." he chuckles a bit and says in a lower tone as if it were a secret. "Honestly it is to show how important the situation is, but I don't get you to understand that... So please. Could you get the boss."

He figured honesty was the beest policy as he did not have time to stand in Gotham talking to third hand guards. He should of just dropped in, but he figured that would put them on defense, and that was not what he was here for today. No.. Tactical.. he reminded to himself. "Oh.. Also.. I would suggest respecting your elders... Or else."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha goes to speak along to the comms <<Unknown approaching>> There'sa lways something that happens with any plan. Someone else could be in the area making a deal, there could bea nother gang moving in on the same turf.. There could just be someone walking into the wrong place at the wrong time. She would go to keep her sniper rifle swinging around, going to slowly observe the new approaching ones, settling on the teen.

Going to then switch to cover Phil as he makes the approach. Natasha goes to move to keep a round chambered, quickly tagging each individual around. So she could rapid fire the sniper rounds into the heads of everyone within a couple dozen meters if she had to.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Well, Mr. Coulson...", Reg says, "'the boss' - my dad - ain't around. He's sleepin' at home, havin' pink dreams all comfy in his bed. So I run things for him in his stead, so you talk to me." The way he sounds is that of a real mobster prick, that way that Godfather, Good Fellas, or even Scarface, even if they defined the genre, the directors just couldn't quite get it right.

The kid stops for an instant as he sees Coulson, recognizing him. 'This is bad', he thinks, and simply heads to a mountain of a man by the door - 'Brick', it would seem; boxer built, very heavy-weight, and not an ounce of fat on him.

But this one doesn't supply him with any merchandise. He stops him, and turns the kid around. "You don't want to miss this, kid. Mr. Man In Black here wants to speak. So, you listen." He smirks, and pulls the hoodie down, exposing Caleb. "And hat off! Where your manners?" He slaps the kid in the back, who projects him forward a good yard, and sends him tensing his breath for a brief moment.

So, Caleb now stays where he is, listening. He worries now - he's exposed.

Phil Coulson has posed:
With a sigh Phil looks at this 'reg' and sighs, "Very well... Reg. I have come here tonight because something is coming, and this is predicted to be one of the top targerts." he smiles for a moment then grins. "Something worse then any law, and bad enough to get me into Gotham. But you know nothing is free.." he looks at the Kid, "Drop the kid, he is done with this tonight. If you do that I will tell you." with a chuckle he shrugs, "If not, I will go tell your competition." he finishes.

He looks at the kid, and then back at Reg, "Or should we call your father? Perhaps he would be better to talk to now that you know." the smile didn't leave his face as for Phil he was very serious, and had the dedication to stick to his virtues. He looks at Reg, "The information is rather good though to get me out here. I would take the deal.."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
This is where Natasha goes to click the 'scope' active over on the rifle and is ready to paint a laser sight on each of them. She's just the enforcer here. So she just waits to see if Agent Coulson needs the hammer laid out and each of the individuals present have a laser dot flashed above their heads. They do, however, for now seem somewaht reasonable so she's not doing it. Yet. She's the backup for a reason.

Widows drop targets. They don't negotiate.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Drop the kid...?"

And in a second whatever smirk Reg had disappears.

He looks at 'Brick', and... 'Brick' drops the kid, indeed. Against the ground.

Not only that, he also sets down his knee over one particular side of his ribcage, which sends him screaming louder than someone usually would under the circumstances. Any trained assassin of military would know - it's a soft spot; something that hasn't healed properly. And they are exploiting it to test Coulson's mettle.

"I have a better idea", Reg says. "How about you spill the beans, and your precious love interest here doesn't get hurt any more, huh?" He looks at Caleb, "You know Mr. Important Man here, ya lil' pipsqweak? You been talking, huh?"

Caleb just shakes his head repeatedly, eyes wateringfrom the pain.

Reg looks back to Coulson, "Your move, M.I.B."

Phil Coulson has posed:
With a smile Coulson is quiet, and looks around at them. They are criminals, and he did warn them without anything he would lose face. So instead he mearly nods. He smiles, and makes a finger gun at Brick with his finger, and Thumb he chuckles as he looks around a bit at the group. "They used us to use our mind. Now usually I am all peace, but I think I should show you what your dealing with." he aims a finger, and the thumb goes down, and Phil hopes Mat gpt the signal.

Phil holds up his hands after this as to try to lower the aggression a bit. "Reg... do you know who I work for? You are out gunned, out positioned, and are making demans of me." he asks looking to see how poor brick made it through it. "I really don't like kids working for skum like you, and I don't even want to be here. So what do you say do we have a deal?" he looks at Caleb, "Or is the next call your father going to get is about how you didn't make it through the night?".

Phil doesn't sound mad, or worried, just explaining as if answering a question he looks at the man. "Just please don't make me use my powers again."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
There's a quick tweak of the sniper rifle as Natasha goes to switch out the round she had in for hollowpoint. She just wants to break the man, not blast off the limb. Sos he goes to switch out the round, goes to aim it over to the man's kneecap.. And then goes to fire the round at a highly reduced velocity thorugh the air, where it would hopefully impact the knee of the target . Presuming her shot would be true, it would be like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the kneecap and played with it like a group of children and a pinata.

The leg would technically still be in -place- presuming her shot was accurate, rather than simply disintegrated, but the man wouldn't be moving without a leg brace anytime soon if she targeted accurately.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
The bullet strikes true, and it's Brick's screams of agony that are made heard. He tumbles and rolls, grabbing his knee. It's now his eyes that are watering.

Bullies, right? They love inflicting pain, but recoil easily when they feel it.

Phil maye notice, while Caleb relaxes and gets up, the faint thumbs up.

And Reg? His expression, goes from cruel to professional when Brick is down. "Okay, maybe we got off on the wrong foot here..."

Brick still cries, clutching his knee.

There's an eye-twitch, and Reg starts from the beginning, "Maybe we got off..."

Brick still cries, obviously not used to having his body hurt.

"...FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK!!" Eye-twitch again, and he looks at one of the other henchmen, who immediately draws a gun on Brick, "Brick, one more whimper out of you, and you'll be pushing daisies! Ya get me, ya retard!??"

And miraculously, the mountain of a man shuts up.

Caleb starts to get up, painfully - he definetely handles pain better than some of the real henchmen, that's for sure.

Reg resumes, back to Coulson, "Now we got that out of the way, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. So please... Do share!"

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil straightens his tie, and looks at the man though he smiles a bit, and nods. He says nothing about the interuption of the other man as at least the person here now realised what kind of situation they are in. "Good... Deal done then." and then nods to Caleb... "Run along now boy. Your buisness here is done." before looking at Reg. "Currently there is a infection that is expanding. It is little eggs they will hide in things such as powder, or instraments." Phil couldn't tell him the full truth after all, but it would get the point across.

"You may see if someone is infected as they will get aggressive. Not your kind of agression but wild.. friend, or foe won't matter." he stops and thinks about how much to tell him. He then adds, "If they are infected they will... mutate, and if this happends start spreading on and on." he looks at him and smiles a bit. "I get even you would understand what this means if it were to spread yes? So this is one of those self-survival things, tell your father, and if it does have him reach out."

He then nods to the man, "Actually scratch that I will walk you out. I have told you what you needed.. Keep an eye out, and I will be having a conversation with your father over your behavior. That could of been you... Should be nicer to strangers." he notes, but shrugs turning again to leave. thought it will take him a moment to walk away.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb slowly gathers himself off the ground, partly because he's so sore, but also because he's buying for time and hear what Coulson has to say.

And it raises all kinds of alarms for him.

He proceeds to head out slowly, and pulls a card out, that he hides in his hand. And, when Coulson passes, he pretends to faint and lean on him. And that's when he passes him the card, filled with a number.

"We /must/ compare notes", Caleb whispers, "these assholes care about nothing but profit, and they've overlooked one problem already." He approaches the table, containing packs of powder by the kilo. He wonders...

And so he snatches one and hides it under his coat, giving Coulson a conspiratory look, "Need a sample? On the house."

As for Regino Vittorelli? He shows all signs of self-absorption in his own power, quickly dismissing Coulson's warning as nothing but a joke to tell at the dining table. The warning has fallen on deaf ears...