15373/Intergang Interrupted

Intergang Interrupted
Date of Scene:	19 July 2023
Location:	Intergang Facility
Synopsis:	SHIELD raids the Intergang facility that's producing their weapons and shuts it down.
Cast of Characters:	Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Zinda Blake, Richard Stadler
Tinyplot:	Intergang and Annihilation

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Natasha Romanoff has posed:
It had taken awhile for R&D under the direction of Doctor Banner and others to figure out a way to track trace particles of the device that Intergang was using to create antimatter. It was in a place known to SHIELD. A busted up facility that had been used by Hydra, raided by SHIELD several years ago and cleared out, and abandoned since then. Bought up by a shell company which had been tracked as belonging to a distant Intergang affiliate.
    Deep and buried in the Arizona Desert, a few dozen miles away from Death Valley. Only so much that could be done to expand it so it likely had the same layout. The forces present were unknown but it was considered likely to not be too large. Intergang was a criminal enterprise, not a paramilitary organization. The more thugs out here, the greater chance there was of something going wrong.
    A cloaked Quinjet was racing along, under the piloting of SHIELD's consultant Ms. Blake. The team in the back.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "It had to be Arizona." Clint complained, more to himself than anyone else. Not that anyone was paying attention to Hawkeye seated in the back with the rest of the team. He was busy stringing his bow, a smaller sized compound specifically designed for more urban and close quarters combat. It was his first mission back after some time away and he only hopped his laziness in that time didn't make him rusty. Thankfully, Clea had fiddled with his wonky hearing aid, which he was adjusting on his ear..

    Once the bow was strung and the draw weight checked, Clint stood and grabbed onto a brace. He shrugged his shoulders, stretched his neck, and waited. Fiddling only now and again with his quiver and wrist guard.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake is wearing her Blackhawk uniform, complete with a double-holster rig under the jacket. There's a combat shotgun in a rack behind the pilot's seat for good measure, just in case things go sideways.

This isn't Zinda's first SHIELD mission, and she knows how likely that is.

She flips on the comm to test the headsets. "Check. One. Two. Good evenin', folks, this is yer Captain speakin'. We're comin' in hot, low and fast and off the radar. So far, at least. The cloak seems to be workin' so far, since nobody's shootin' at us. You'll be the second ones to know if that changes. Comin' up on the L.Z. fast, so might be a good time to use the Head if you gotta go."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The LZ is just a few kilometers away. Ther'es time for the team to get in some last minute equipment checks, brace and anything they need to get ready for the drop. The Quinjet's sensors are pinging as they scan ahead. They're picking up energy surges - definitely the dark matter emanations and the technology that has been tracked that INtergang has been using.
    They're also picking up signs of Shi'Ar weapons systems in low power mode. Guess where some of that alien tech that's come to Earth since the aborted invasion went to..

Clint Barton has posed:
    "We're ready to go," Clint affirms Zinda after checking with the other SHIELD team members joining them for this raid. "Watch each other's backs..." Hawkeye reminds, taking the time to go over some Intel on a smart device. He'd already crammed the Intel before the mission but one last look wouldn't hurt. "Once they give us the go, we need to be hard and fast. Lots of momentum." Then they wait.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda checks over the sensors, angling the Quinjet in for what she hopes will be a discreet approach. "I'm seein' things on the sensors that ain't your everyday radar tech. Somethin' in there is lightin' up the whole map, so I'd say we're in the right place."

She reaches up and the interior lights switch to red and the rear doors open. "Comin' in to hover in 3, 2, 1..."

The light switches to green and the Quinjet eases into a hover. Zinda raises the nose and the ground is only about a one meter drop.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
It's a quick drpo for the team as they get ready to drop, and goes over into a hover. but there's just a moment over where the jet is coming to a near stop.. That's when the Shi'Ar plasma turrets activate. They don't have a great arc over on the Quinjet from the angle that they're at, but they're definitely going to scorch the Quinjet to virtually nothing if those blasts so much as graze it! Alien weaponry designed for combat in space will do nasty, nasty things to things from Earth!

Clint Barton has posed:
    As the drop doors open and the Quinjet comes into a hover, Clint gets a nice view of those alien turrets. A face full of plasma was not something he had on his agenda today. There were two choices, stay in the ship and trust the pilot to dodge the turrets. He had faith that they could do it. Yet, they needed to get down on the ground. So in a split second Hawkeye made a choice. "Go, Go! Get off quick so the bird can get out of range!"
    Clint jumped, rolling onto the ground as he landed and readying a bow and arrow as he slid on his knees to a stop. The team came up behind him. "New objective... disable the turrets. Fun game." Said over comms and aloud.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake hears Clint as he leads the team into the drop. Each one calls out as they jump and the last one is still in the air for the short drop when she banks hard and to the left.

The wingtip scribes a short crescent in the sand as Zinda peels off and away from the L.Z. "There's a fine line between bein' a diversion and bein' the duck in a duck hunt. If it's all the same to you fellas, I'm gonna leave the cloak on for a bit. They know I'm here already."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The plasma blast sears past the Quinjet, rapidly ionizing the air and leaving streaks of particle blast behind it as the team goes to rapidly deploy! The turrets seem to be automated - which is good and bad. The bad being that it means they can track and target the Quinjet of thier own volition..
    The good being that it's limited to what the AI can do - the weapons might be alien.. But the targeting system most definitely isn't. So there's definite room to get creative!
    Clint goe sto land, getting a good view of the duo of popup turrets - placed in thick steel 'bunkers' with hatches over the top of them. Rapidfire plasma bursts acting like flak, each having multiple barrels. They did not appear to have anything designed, however, to protect against anyone on the ground..

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint signals for the group to move forwards, heading in the direction of the popup turrets. They're quick, professional, and not a lot is said as this is done. As they reach the hatches for the turret's bunkets, clint wrapps a gloved hand around one and opens it.

    Another team member already had a grenade handy and dropped it in. Clint closed the hatch and dove away as fast as he could before the explosion went. One thing was for sure, that was no ordinary frag grenade because as it went off electricity zapped around the immediate area.

    Clint looks over his shoulder and grins. "Hah. Let's keep moving." And up he went.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake angles the Quinjet just in time, but the bird jumps a little as the near-miss scorches past.

She is no stranger to flak, either, whether it's shrapnel or energy blasts.

The Quinjet has some vectored thrust options that very few aircraft can match, and Zinda takes advantage of it. Rather than continuing in the direction of the peel-away, she cuts the forward throttles and angles the wing fans for maximum lift. The cloaked Quinjet goes straight up, rotating slowly as the multi-barreled gun drops out from beneath the cockpit and spins up to speed.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The Quinjet goes to almost dance up in the air, moving to popup and bounce almost like a helicopter as the turrets would be hit by Clint and the team's shots, rapidly being blasted apart and disabled. Now, however, there are sirens and a hatch that's opening up leading down into the base. Good news, they don't have to blast their way in to get the door open.
    Bad news is what looks like a kitbashed, ancient Sentinel a solid three meters tall that's clearly had /lots/ of after-alien tech welded onto it bursting out.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "Man, so far so good, aye guys?" Clint comments to the team as they make their way towards the hatch that leads into the base. The door opening up was another pleasant surprise. "Maybe they're surrendering?"

    Usually Hawkeye wasn't this nieve, or he just liked to hear himself talk, but he ate his words as the kitbashed Sentinel arose and came up from the ground. Clint and the team paused, then scattered. He grabbed one of his explosive arrows and knocked it. "Okay!, Air support time!" He signals to the rest of the team. Once the guns for the Quinjet start hitting that thing, they were going to run into the base.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda watches the Sentinel climb up and she already has it locked in. "Well it should be easy to hit, at least." she offers. There's a lot of metal on it, which isn't something Zinda is taking for granted.

Every creature protects its eyes out of instinct, so maybe that holds true for metal ones as well. Tracer rounds lance out of the Quinjet's gun, and she's shooting at the eyes... or at least at what she assumes are the optical sensors on the thing.

After the initial sweep, Zinda targets the welded-on alien tech to try and either knock it off or disable it entirely.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Heavy tracer blasts from the Quinjet go to blast over at the Sentinel, rapid fire gun bursts hitting over ti to blanket it with rounds! It takes numerous blasts along the armor, plates starting to buckle under the attack! It goes to jump up into the air with a set of rockets on the back and gestures over it's shoulder with a hand! Where three Sentinels each about a meter large are going to rocket at the Quinjet with a speed normally on par with a missile set on a kamikaze course!

As the team goes to drop into the base, they find themselves in an old launch tube - apparently Hydra had taken the symbolic step of using something like an ICBM funnel for the entrance with the entire base on various levels spinning around in the style of a serpent, two huge large snake heads formed at the 'top' in the motif of a large skull. Someone had gone very classical style. It meant a very, very long, winding run to get down. The hum of the generator could be -felt-. The energy from the machine they were after was at the bottom.. About a hundred meters down. And hey, there were dozens of thugs with very weird alien BS guns shooting at them from all over!

Clint Barton has posed:
    With the Sentinel distracted by Zinda making fancy moves and blasting away with the Quinjet, Clint and the team had managed to run/slink their way into the hatch that monstrosity had emerged from. It only to a quick reach over his shoulder to pull a more appropriate arrow from his quiver and re-knock it. He spared the aesthetics only a fleeting glance as enemies made them selves known to the team. SHIELD agents opened fire as they pushed down the winding and descending corridor. Clint sent one arrow after another, each ripping through the enemy with almost no resistance. Clint was ruthless and so was the entire unit. "Push!" Clint reminded to some who got bogged down by fire, launching a volley of arrows, one of the other, in order to free them from their compromised position.

    A wall exploded behind him, causing him to flinch and slide into some cover.

Zinda Blake has posed:
"Well there's somethin' you don't see every day." Zinda offers, as the smaller Sentinel-missiles rocket towards the jet. The Quinjet maneuvers like a hummingbird, compared to the big Sentinel which maneuvers more like a Saturn V Apollo rocket. Still, a missile is a missile.

The Quinjet pops a burst of chaff and flares for distraction, then hits a series of roll-overs to peel off altitude even faster than it would in free-fall. Hopefully the chaff and flares are enough of a distraction to allow Zinda to put the BIG Sentinel between her and the missiles.

As the Quinjet angles around behind the big Sentinel, she keeps the swivel gun on it and opens fire again... concentrating on the same areas she hit during the first pass.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The Mini-Sentinels go to hit into the cloud of chaff and countermeasures and all detonate around it. It looks very, very strange to see miniature robots exploding from the bits - but also possibly amusing. Zinda's maneuvers let her get quickly into position to fire again, even as she engages the Sentinel! It goes to stretch it's neck out, going to unleash a giant energy blast from it's mouth! In a funnel as it goes to blast out in a wide arc of some sort of exotic alien pulse that seems even more ridiculous - yet also dangerous!

Ridiculous in the senes as to why would anyone make a robot that shoots lasers from the mouth need to have the head pop up to do it like a Rock 'Em/Sock 'Em Robot.

Clint goes to rapidly deploy on down with the team, his arrows flaring up and over to strike through the air at targets as the team goes scramble for cover! They have to be quick to avoid getting caught in a multi-level crossfire! Their enemy didn't have much cover and the team was dropping. . But they still risked possibly exposing themselves to being shot at from a lot of different directions - above an dbelow! No one is shooting accurately, but a brutal crossfire that could shred them is still possible!

His arrows quickly pick off several of the enemies - they're mooks that are strangely enough wearing professional suits and collars. They almost look like Maggia goons.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Chaos causes Clint to get a bit lost, ears ringing (more so that they already did) or perhaps it was just his hearing aids screaming with feedback from the explosion behind him. Shell shock is overcome though, it wasn't his first time almost exploding.

    Hawkeye takes stock of his men, bogged down by fire coming from all over the place. Up, down, left right. Flashes of the armor the thugs are wearing. Familiar. He makes note of it.

    He had to make a hole. The first thing he did was grab an HE tipped arrow, knock it, stand and aim... then send it whistling towards a group of the enemy. There was a bright flash and explosion as bodies went flying. Revenge was a dish best served cold.

    "SMOKE!" Clint yelled, knocking one of his gas arrows and sending it towards a group of the enemy, one... then another position. Then aLone Wolf 2021nother... attempting to obscure their vision. Then he started to push again further into the base.

Richard Stadler has posed:
     Stadler didn't have to be told twice. While the advance on this facility had been difficult, it had also been... somewhat routine. Less Nazi Death robots and more men with guns and prepared positions, which they had been able to handle. And most of the really bad robots were upstairs tangling with their ride out of here... which, of course, would be a problem if they had to trudge through the desert to the nearest extraction point if fit went down.

Okay, maybe a bit more that difficult. He had slumped down at a concrete divider, seperating the spiral they were decending with from the open missile tub itself. Fire was being poured down from a number of positions on a single point, and was chipping at the concrete around them. There was the call for smoke, and he fumbled to his chest rig, peering through glasses and the visor of a gasmask to grab a cylinder himself, pulling the pin and heaving it in an arc toward the lower level the fire was coming from; hopefully it would rise and block other fire coming at them.

There was a burst of fire sent toward those enemies he could see, aimed fire instead of suppressive, as he kept moving with the rest of the team.

Honestly, the things a teacher did to keep up his income in the summer.

Zinda Blake has posed:
"Just when you think it can't get any weirder." Zinda mutters, the Quinjet dropping again and banking hard to avoid the wide energy blast from the Sentinel's mouth. She stays close to the machine, also trying to stay near its back as the head telescopes and swivels.

Tracer-fire lances out from the gun again, this time aimed at the neck... the back of the neck, more specifically. The Quinjet tries to stay in the thing's blind spot, clinging to its back like a tick.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The smoke goes off, and blankets the area and gives the SHIELD team cover. The way through the base is not going to be fighting down the long, long, long spiral way to the bottom - likely by some sort of fast rappel line. But, the smoke does the job and gives them complete cover for the insertion and to get down - or at least to collect themselves! The explosive arrow goes off, sending the goons flying over that were in the range! The smoke in turn has shots flying about wildly, blasting out chunks of the walls and funnels around without putting the team at risk.

Richard has gotten to cover and looking about. One of the mooks was going to pop up over wiht what looked like someone had taken an old style Tommygun, rigged it up for full automatic laser fire, and was peppering the area around. It might seem ridiculous, but the power cell on it was letting them blast with full, albeit horrifically inaccurate autofire without any sort of ammo issues whatsoever, spraying wide and leavings carlet beams criss-crossing everywhere eating away at cover! The accuracy left much to question as however he had drilled one of his own comrades that had been obscured by the smoke. Richard goes to rapidly pick off some of the goons - the group has a quick cleared way down to charge or to hunker.

Zinda's having perhpas what qualifies as a weird enemy. The shots blast through the air, hitting the armored neck even as it goes to retrat back into the body of the Sentinel. The tracer shots impact, taking out large chunks of the neck even as the head retracts and reattaches! The Sentinel unit then goes to hold it's hands out at her as the fingers retract to reveal ten rapid fire miniature gatling guns over in them as it would point it's hands over at her like an old school wizard casting a spell. With bullets! HIghly, highly inaccurate bullets.

Clint Barton has posed:
    One last arrow, one with a grappling line on it, is fired into the wall across. Clint hooks the line to his belt, hops over the ledge, then repels down further into the base. His boots clap as he hits the bottom, knees bending ad he absorbs the force. HE unclasps the line and keeps up fire with his arrows as the rest of the team makes their way down.

    When the rapid but inaccurate laser Tommy gun fire sprays about he crouches, the teams dispersing to hunker down until they can deal with that threat.

    Clint looks from behind a barrier, attempting to see through the smoke. His sight was good but the smoke was thick. He prepares an arrow with a targeting chip in it.

Richard Stadler has posed:
     Another few rounds at the target in front of him, before he was back behind cover and the smoke as laser fire pelted his position. It didn't matter if it wasn't aimed well; the laser blast with your name on it is going to get you; it's the 'to whom it may concern' that you really had to worry about. First thing's first. Move.

He moved up the barrier this time, the place that he wasn't expected to go, and where they generally wouldn't try to walk their fire. His own line on his gear was jammed into the concrete, pulled, and he winced. That was either going to hold his weight, or this was going to hurt.

The rope attached, he moved to leap over the side, taking it as fast as he could before belaying himself close the the bottom (Air Assault training pays off again!). He's detached from the rope as quickly as possible, and then slamming aganist cover, quickly trying to move out of the death trap that was being in the center of a lot of localized fire. His Mark 17 was set to full auto this time, the 20 round magazine dumped in a few seconds ahead of him before it was hanging on the assault sling, and his Hi-Power was in his hand. Speed and aggression.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake spirals away again as the finger-guns go off, dipping down to gain speed before pulling back into a hard climb. She does a half roll in the climb, tracer rounds lancing out to rake along the Sentinel again.

Up goes the Quinjet, up and over the Sentinel's head before diving down once again to stay behind it... testing the flexibility and reach of its arms. All the while she tries to focus her fire on the head.

"How you fellas doin' in there? It ain't quite fit to come outside, yet. Got a lil' something I'm dealin' with right now."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The group is going to rapidly dive over the edge inside as they go to zip, grapple, or arrow thier way on down! One of the SHIELD Troopers goes to activate a quick fire jet pack, using it for quick bursts to slow his landing down over and then pulling up his knees underneath him to brace himself! The fire has by far loosened up over at the top to let the team get on down to the bottom and brace. The heavy fire from Richard and the Arrows from Clint go to take everyone on the upper level down - or at least suppress them enough they couldn't shoot. THe team arrives down over on the first floor - the proverbial tail of the twin snakes that made up the base layout (Hydra had weird architectural proclivities).

There are heavy bulkhead doors slowly closing - one set where the heaviest energy readings were coming from (the lab equipment). The other for the base power generator. Massive bulkheads - the type they'd need to demo charge thier way through or use heavy duty construction equipmetn to break. Fortunately they're not being fired on from above and everyone on the 'ground floor' is toos cattered about by their rapid landig to stop them.

Zinda goes to loop up and over and moves to get hte Quinjet over in behind it as she rakes it again and again! The Sentinel goes to bring up an arm over to cover it's face as it spins about to try and retain contact with her and get some level of shielding. She's shredding it on her bombardment and has worked her way through most of the armor and her hits are hitting internal systems.

Then it fires off it's fists at her. So she has two large one meter or so large clenched robot fists flying through the air at roughly five hundred miles an hour on jet boosters.

Whomever had designed the Sentinel was clearly on the wrong type of acid.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "It's ah... you know... going." Clint responds to Zinda's inquiry over the radio. "But I think we're where we need to be." He looks around at the rest of the SHIELD group, taking a quick headcount, noticing the rapid laser-fire had since ceased.

    Hawkeyes sight brings attention to the rapidly closing bulkhead doors. He reaches behind to his quiver, pulling an arrow with a blue tipped broadhead. Eyes track along the tracks of the door as he knocks the arrows, draws the string and aims. There's a sharp breath in... and then a slow breath out. He feels his heart beat and in between lets loose the arrow.

    It flies overhead, exploding against the door's tracks in a blue mist. Cracking and crackling sounds echo through the chamber mixed with gunfire. Once the mist disperses, thick ice is revealed, attempting to block the tracks from operating properly, keeping the doors from closing all the way.

Richard Stadler has posed:
     Not the best situation Stadler could be in, with these choices. Destroying the generator (he was assumnig that was what was down that other path, based on the briefing they had received) wasn't a primary objective, but it might be needed to defeat the area going forward. Recon would have been needed, and it was sorely lacking at the moment. The team was already small enough as it was, and splitting up out of support range would have not been a good idea.

There better not be laser turrets ahead. That would have been rather frusturating.

With the ice blocking the track from the bulkhead doors, Stadler advances past Barton, exploiting the window they had avalible to breach through to the next room. His pistol is up for a long moment, before it's back in the holster, and he has time to load a fresh magazine into the battle rifle in front of him.

Zinda Blake has posed:
The Quinjet is flying close to the Sentinel, a bit too close. Even though the jet's cannon is dismantling the robot's armor, the flying fists are certainly a surprise.

"Whoa, now!" Zinda calls out, the first fist <CLANGING> off the jet's starboard wing with a glancing blow as she almost managed to dodge. It's knocked away, spiraling rapidly out of control. Smoke comes from the starboard lift fan.

"Oh no, you don't!" Zinda rights the jet, pulling it into a wide turn as she shuts down the smoking fan engine. Her grunts can be heard over the comm as the plane pulls high G's. "Looks like we're gonna hafta do this Old School."

Zinda knows how to fly a plane in a dogfight, at least. Does the Sentinel?

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
For Zinda, this is perhpas one of the weirder dogfights she's been in. Shooting at flying humanoid robots? Probbaly old hat. Flying against humanoid robots shooting rocket fists at her (a large DENT on the front hood of the Quinjtet estament to that) likely not so much! But, both of the fists were out of the fight now, leaving the Sentinel somewhat disrmed (or mostly dishanded). It would go to launch another group of those small kamikaze micro-Sentinels at her that would completely fail to match the heavy G's of the Quinjet!

They're arcing through the air and far from a matching trajectory, falling away as they try to reverse! And Zinda in turn abuses the weakness of the Sentinel - namely that while it can maneuver, it's doing purely on the built in thrusters and rockets, and due to being humanoid it's about as maneuverable as a brick undergoing reentry - and also has almost no ability to accelerate. So while it can rotate.. It definitely can't keep a bead on her if she darts and dives.

Richard gets good news! There are, in fact, no laser turrets ahea do fhim as Clint goes to take the door down with a freeze arrow as both are blocked from closing. THe grinding of gears prevents them from doing anything, and some servo is broken - very likely the previous strike team blew them up and Intergang hadn't bothered to fully repair them.

However, for poor Richard there are other types of turrets. Namely a group of plasma ones pointed over at the doors. The upside is that they're inwards, so much of their shots are being taken over by said not closing doors and ice blocks. But there are three turrets blasting out at the duo and several thugs forming a firing line.. And a group of scientists that are working feverishly at tearing down equipment that looks more at home in something from a 1930's Universal Pictures studio lot than anything modern. Not that look had any sort of meaning about quality or capability in this day and age.

Clint sees what is pinging the largest amount of energy. Some strange almostalien looking coffin covered in heavy materials - ship frame, the type of metal that's nromally used in the armoring for a capital ship that someone had carved out. The container and storaeg device for the generator.

In alien script upon it is the tag (if anyone can read) that signifies it as a Q-36.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint moves through the blast door and immediately rolls as plasma and other forms of ranged weaponry erupt towards him. He knocks and lets loose a few normal tipped arrows, each one slamming into a different thug with a very wet and loud thwack after whistling haunting towards their targets.

    He looks over. A coffin, "A coffin? A coffin. We have Space Vampires now? I think we found the thing." He asks himself, attention moving to the scientists attempting to tare down their equipment. Now he was presented with that age old dilemma. Kill the scientists... or immobilize them... Thankfully it didn't take him that long to figure it out.

    He pulls a putty broad-head arrow from his quiver, aims it at the scientist, and lets it rip. It slams between them, exploding, and covering them in adhesive putty that should stop them in their tracks.

Richard Stadler has posed:
     Oh, that was good. No Laser turrets. Those would be dangerous. And they even had a way out behind them! More good news for Stadler! But.... well, he supposed, as he slid towards cover on the side of the passage they were working down, hot plasma burning and scorching the area he was just in, that his problem was with the 'turret' concept and less so with the 'laser'. And also, they seemed to be melting through the cover her was in. But at least they could see what their target was.

There was the burning urge to aim for the soft targets, but perhaps he should give scientists professional courtesy... or just deal with the things shooting at them currently. Thankfully, Clint is dealing with them, which leaves Rick with enough time to prime a 40 millimeter grenade in the under barrel launcher, peeking out from beyond cover, and quickly sighting the group of turrets for direct fire.

"That armor on it looks tough. Keeping something in? Or people out?" He asks the net.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Now this is a fight that Zinda's familiar with! With its VTOL capability seriously limited, she flies the Quinjet like any normal jet.

Which is more than enough for her to take apart the Sentinel.

Banking back towards the robot, she pulls up into a Split-S and twists around to take another close burst. With the gun on a swivel, she keeps it trained on the Sentinel even as she passes and banks off for another run at it.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The shots from the Quinjet go to take down the Sentinel as she would weave and dodge around it, rapid fire bursts taking out chunks of it, expertly going to disable systems and cripple it. In the end, it goes to crash down over to the sand below, internal power units detonating and the internal ammunition, taking out large chunks of it as it explodes and litters the desert ground beneath, leaving glass craters behind!

Clint goes to pop up and over with the glue arrow and moves to quickly funnel it over into the midst of the scientists even as they're working desperately to try and get the equipment packed up and the area locked down so they can get extracted. But instead they end up glued down and aren't going anywhere unless something can solvent their problems.

The blast over from the grenade launcher that Richard has out goes to not destroy the turrets, but cripples them by damaging over thier rotational servos. They're tough enough to (mostly) take it on the armor,but the internal fine components inside are not. Someone's taken alien tech but also not -quite- effectively managed to adapt it.

There's air supremacy, the area is full of SHIELD Agents that are securing zones, the scientists aren't going anywhere nor is there a secret jet waiting for escape.

Anyone hostile and still conscious is dropping their weapons and raising thier arms in the air.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint knocks another arrow and raises it, ready to strike. He pulls the string back and is about to loose it into some poor goon... but he notices the gun drop and their hands go up. He always fights with himself. Let 'em have it. They deserve it... and then there's those in the Avenger's he calls family who might think differently... People here just trying to feed them selves and their families. He knows how that goes and he knows what he's done in the past to do it.

    He lowers his bow slightly but still ready to strike just in-case as the teams sweep past him and secure the area. He moves over to Richard and gives him a nod before announcing over the net, "Building is secure. Doing one last sweep."

    He answers Richard's question, "Probably a bit of both."

Richard Stadler has posed:
     The fire from the turrets slacken off, the sound of the explosion ringing down the corridor, as Stadler moves to slide the empty casing out of the launcher. A 'flechette' round is loaded, ready for the close in work they were going to be doing with armored components in the mix... BUt as the rifle moves over the targets in front of them, there looks to be a rout. Hands are held up, and weapons are clattering to the floor, and that means mercy was in order. "Down! On the ground, hands behind your heads!" He calls out through the mask, as the team moves past him. He hands off his restraints to another agent, leaving his rifle hanging forward, before moving over to Clint. "Then I really don't like the fact that it's in front of us right now. I'm not an engineering, but whatever's generating this power has to be dangerous."

Zinda Blake has posed:
With the Sentinel rapidly falling apart on its way to a fiery death above the sand, the battered Quinjet makes another circuit around the base before coming in for a smooth landing. It's not a hover-and-touchdown landing, but a landing that actually requires the wheels to roll.

Zinda makes the smooth approach, the jet kicking up sand plumes as it touches down for a landing that is anything but Pan-Am smooth. Powering down, Zinda lowers the ramp and grabs the shotgun on her way out, just in case. "Alright, fellas. She's a bit beat up, but your ride's here."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The Quinjet goes to head in to land. Therea re reinforcements en route that will be landing now that the area is secure. It will include engineers and techs to lock everything down and strip the place bare. And likely destroy almost everything. Some of the toys were too dangerous or might catch the attention of folks off-planet.

The good thing about Intergang's rank and file not being psychopaths is that they're not willing to die for their cause. So that means they surrender rather than trying to go out in a ball of glory.

The exhausted but mostly just shook up agents can call this one a solid win.