14780/Long Term parking

Long Term parking
Date of Scene:	26 April 2023
Location:	Arch Street Yard, Long Island.
Synopsis:	Hellcat and Holeshot investigate a low stakes mystery.
Cast of Characters:	Riley Black, Patsy Walker

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Riley Black has posed:
    She had an eye for cars, and well it might verywell be the singular Toyota Paseo in all of New York and certainly the only one painted in Mazda "Mariner blue". She didn't even -like- Paseos, found -most- Toyota's boring but it was such an unusual thing she couldn't help but notice it. The guy who owned it was no less strange of course, but then regular people don't dress up in a blue leotard and fight criminals. "The Blue spirit" is what he called himself, because heaven knows amidst the backdrop of a hundred other street level hero types the media had never called him out. When he spent a few weeks trying to break up some of Riley's street races the connection had come easily.

    So when the car sat for a week she noticed, nevermind it sitting near a industrial rail yard where thieves like to dump cars. Eventually though it's enough to get her to investigate. She snapped a few pics, sent off a few texts to folks she imagined might be somewhat connected. "Know the cape this car belongs to? Car's been parked someplace sketchy for awhile, car doors locked. Do you know where they are?"

    Cigarette smoke trailing from her lips as she stands in the shadow cast by a street light, awaiting for a text or somebody to swing by. There was no hurry clearly, evidenced by the cigarettes discarded at her feet. Anyone else might be irritated, but "Hole Shot" simply has a different perspective on time, no sense in rushing things. Another few minutes and the rail yard's change of shift should make investigating all the easier.

Patsy Walker has posed:
The text was received, though not responded to. Cats - and people taking after them - can be like that, showing up when and where they will, announced or not.

In Hellcat's case, she tried to run what she could on the plates and came up empty. Could get into that soon enough. Making her way to the location, she took up a spot atop a building nearby in order to have a look at what she could see. If there's a setup, chances are anyone behind it won't be thinking too much about what they say or do when the coast seems clear.

After a time, however, she descends to street level and just turns up nearby. "Fancy seeing you here," she says, casual as can be with a hand against her hip, in costume and everything.

Riley Black has posed:
    Dull yellow raincoat, just barely short enough to clear the top of the pistol holstered at thigh. Some sort of armored leggings, hiking shoes, neat black gloves. The Carbine slung at her side covered in endless coats of paint, much of which has long since worn right back off. Muzzle tipped off with an industrial diesel oil filter as a makeshift suppressor, grips covered in hockey tape all suggesting the thing's been through it. Thats Holeshot, smoking away casually as she turns to face Hellcat.

    Skin left an unnatural, deathly grey. Eyes just a hair too large to really pass for human, and glowing a faint yellow ever so faintly. The hood does a lovely job of hiding the horns at least, which is a bonus. In anycase she fixes her gaze silently for a moment, before lifting a hand to ash her cigarette. "Thats Blue Spirit's car, been here for a little while."She offers casually, motioning to the Paseo. "Doors are locked, found the keys under the rear fender. Interior was mostly clean, but there's a map of the rail yard in the passenger foot well."No big deal...just doing hero shit with a Demon right?

Patsy Walker has posed:
Hellcat makes sure to keep herself out of range of any cigarette smoke. Probably not her thing. The whole appearance is given a close look of scrutiny before she shrugs it off. "You know, I find guns needlessly overdone, but that's me. You do you, though." She circles the car instead, squinting at what's obvious, which isn't a whole lot. "You said it's been here for a while, didn't you? Figure he got himself in some hot water? I'm not really familiar with him. Any idea what he was after?"

At the last, she questions, "Did you check the map for anything? Markings? Notes?" She moves so she can get a glimpse of the map, if it hasn't already been disturbed much further.

Riley Black has posed:
    "Very street level, don't think he has any powers."She muses for a moment. "We fought a few times, had lots of grit."Casually flicking that cigarette away, before pulling her bandana up. "Map was part of a larger set he copied, covering the access tunnels. I'm not sure what he was after, but I can see an access hatch from here."And with that she's off, just as casual as can be crossing the street to the big chainlink fence sectioning the rail yard off.

    She makes the climb easily enough, dropping down into the gravel with admirable stealth. Carbine swinging up into low ready as she freezes momentarily in place, before slowly rising and heading for the heavy iron hatch between the rails. "Swords are very last week they tell me, and there is always so much fucking running. Nobody talks about all the running involved in real live sword play, that shit gets fucking -exhausting-. It was fine when I was doing that shit for a living, but too fucking much work for free. Been awhile since I even met anyone worth busting out a blade for, all these jackasses around?" gesturing off towards the city as she takes another glance around. "Everyone is so eager to be a criminal, nobody wants to do crimes."

Patsy Walker has posed:
"I'll take your word for it. Claws are more my thing," Hellcat answers, her lips drawing thin for a few seconds as she weighs what she's hearing. Map. Tunnels. Hatch. There's got to be something there. "So we take a peek and see if anyone's waiting to ambush us, or if it's empty. Maybe we surprise someone else." If she's playing at not being impressed, so far so good. On the other hand, she might just be getting herself focused and ready mentally.

Moving along, she strikes a rather different appearance as a costumed sort herself, with the cat cowl, the golden yellow suit, the off-colored accents to it in gloves, 'boots,' and sash. "Sometimes you just have to be faster than the other person, no matter what that means." She gestures toward the hatch. "Who goes first?"

Riley Black has posed:
    "My discovery, my risk."Riley offers, casually slinging that carbine across her back. "I don't think it's an ambush, I have a sinking feeling that we're going to end up finding a body."Prying open that hatch with a grunt of effort, and peering into the yawning black beyond "Just remains to be seen if it's alone, you know?" Undeterred she produces a dagger for her off hand, giving it a casual little flourishing flip as she fills her free hand with pistol.

    "Count to ten before you come after."And down she goes with a single -long- step, and immediately vanishing into the darkness.

Patsy Walker has posed:
Hellcat nods. "Sure. Whatever works. And let's not think about the worst possible ending until we have to. Even if it's the likely one. Some of us prefer to try to be optimistic." Maybe he's just been getting tortured for the last week.

Peering into the apparent abyss, she puts enough focus into extending her sight toward the infrared, allowing her to spot things that stand out based on temperature. Counting faster than might be needed, she makes to follow soon after.

Riley Black has posed:
    It's honestly quite the drop, but at the bottom it's -cool-. That makes the electrical cables strung along the side of the tunnel easy to pick out, and though she's cooler than you'd expect a human to be? "Hole shot" isn't hard to follow. She moves quietly and, well if we're honest almost casually. Leading down the access tunnel until it opens up into a larger chamber, and thats about when the air flow shifts and the smell hits. Something foul, rotting.

    "Fight here, blood on the floor."She pauses, bending down to pluck something off the ground. A tiny white ro-....no wait, that's somebody's molar. "Hows your sense of hearing?"

Patsy Walker has posed:
Hellcat lands softly, and like a cat - on her feet, if braced with a hand. The dip in temperature registers, the cables leading along the tunnel, the one ahead of her as well. Easy to see. She rises and trudges along, eyes kept sharp and alert.

Thankfully she isn't gifted with a better sense of smell, because the odor is already strong enough. "Ugh," is all she has to say about that before a bit of the evidence is found. "Normal, in case you're wondering how much I take after a cat," she reports.

Riley Black has posed:
     The reflective vest and navy blue boiler suit of a maintenance guy, and the bright blue jumpsuit of a familiar hero. Trailing the pair by mere feet is a figure in black robes, a bent and bloodied machete hanging from mangled fingers if only barely. All three moving slowly, step by step with an unsteady gait.
    "Death Rattle."She offers quietly, peering off into the darkness as shapes slowly come into view. "You want one of these, kitten? I have alcohol back at the car, to clean up after."

Patsy Walker has posed:
"That doesn't look good," Hellcat says in a deadpan voice. Fitting, because, "They're all dead, but there's something puppeting them. Something wrong. I can see it." The maintenance worker, the wannabe superhero whose ride has been sitting topside. Then, the one in black with the machete. Lurching, not quite stumbling, but not moving naturally at all.

She gives Riley a scowl. "I'll deal with Butcher Pete. You can keep the other two off me. Try not to shoot me, and I'm no kitten." She flows into the midst of the three, giving the first two a kick and a shove toward Riley before squaring up with the robed one. Hellcat is fast, but a machete can still do a number on someone if it connects. So, first things first. She draws back and swipes at that arm.

Riley Black has posed:
    'Butcher Pete' moves slowly, tottering as Hellcat races up to him. That machete raising, exposing the mangled hand wielding it before those claws connect and shred cold flesh gone as stiff as leather. The machete clatters to the ground, and he doesn't even skip a beat. Reaching out with his other arm, exposing the ruined mass of bone where his wrist ought to be. Unsteady and off balance, but a Zombie only has to get lucky.

    Holeshot watches the pair she's been left with for a moment. "Poor kid."Crack goes that suppressed pistol once, and the maintenance worker hits the deck in a pile. The Blue Spirit doesn't fare any better, a single suppressed shot and he tumbled forward face first onto the concrete.

Patsy Walker has posed:
There's little time wasted on either Hellcat or Riley's part. The longer it goes on, the more chance there is to make a mistake. The costumed cat is much faster than the typical person, and the slowed-down undead are even less of a match for that. Her mouth sculpts into a silent snarl as she both pulls and pushes on the rotting body, easily separating the arm from the shoulder and shoving him back further.

After that, the machete itself is picked up to thunk into the crown of his head, putting him down...unless there's anything else going on to start reanimating him or the others again. A couple shots from Riley and hers are on the floor. "It couldn't be that easy," is her first instinct, turning back toward her.

Riley Black has posed:
    "Naw, I think it might be."Riley offers casually, slowly holstering up. Slowly she filters over to the Machete crowned figure, casually pulling the hood back for a look. "Don't recognize the face, maybe Daimon would."Theres a sigh there, pulling that hood back down. "The black robes, in an underground tunnel usually means a tryhard wanna be cultist or necromancer or who fuckin knows. You got any better reason to be dressed like this down here?"

    She gives a sigh, peering back towards the dead hero on the ground. "I reckon there's at least one more out there, but down here we could spend hours."

Patsy Walker has posed:
"No. No idea at all." Hellcat does have ideas, but she isn't getting into them here and now. Could be any number of reasons for someone to be down here dressed like that. Cultist or necromancer aren't bad guesses, but for all anyone knows it was some hapless LARPer who stumbled upon some bad juju. "Well, take any pictures you need, and let's get out of here. I'm not looking to get lost down here, and we can give a proper warning to close the place off and send a crew in to clean up with some protection."

Riley Black has posed:
    "Wheres a fucking witch when you need one, never one around when you need them."She sheathes that blade, peering after Hell cat in the dark for long moments before finally nodding. "Yeah, you can go first. Bite's not going to hurt me, and we don't need you getting snuck up on."Finally moving to stand behind the tunnel and wait. "Pity the kid didn't just ask, I'd have helped him. Imagine anyone would have, and not just because everyone fucking hates necromancers."

Patsy Walker has posed:
Just one nod, then Hellcat turns to head back along the tunnel to the way out. A ladder there, easy way up. "I'll call it in and let them know to come with protection. And you can keep the witches and all that," she states. Best nobody gets bit. They don't need this turning into some real Walking Dead thing, any more than it already was. "Too bad it had to go this way."

Riley Black has posed:
    "Yeah it's the kind of thing that can get out of control."She follows casually, tugging down her bandana as she dips her head into a cigarette. A soft little humm as she circles back around towards where she started, stepping right back into the same shadow. "You need a ride, or you bring your own?"

Patsy Walker has posed:
Shaking her head to both things, Hellcat crouches up topside before Riley finishes leaving. She's already bringing out a phone to put the call in. "We're gonna have to make sure this place gets blocked off until it's been checked. I'm going to stick around and talk to the ones who show up. You can go on ahead if you need to. If these poor guys have any next of kin or whatever, they'll need to be told too. Not all the details, but." She can only shrug, hand at the back of her cowl to rearrange some of that red hair. "Closed casket kind of thing."

Riley Black has posed:
    "I've done my good deed for the week, You can stay if you want."She gives a little wave at that, meandering further back into the shadows and down the road towards where she parked her car. "If you need me you have my number now, right?"Glancing back, before she lets the window down and smoothly slips in through the driver side window. "I'm going for milk shakes, good little demons get Milk shakes that's the fucking law."It may or may not be, but well she certainly doesn't seem to be eager to hang around.