15753/Hydra Idiot-Possible

Hydra Idiot-Possible
Date of Scene:	30 August 2023
Location:	Hydra Base
Synopsis:	Inque infiltrates a Hydra base in a wretched hive of scum and villainy.. Burbank.
Cast of Characters:	Natasha Romanoff, Inque

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Natasha Romanoff has posed:
New Jersey. More specifically, Burbank. Where Hydra had setup a secret base in a dilapidated warehouse. Said base was also rather dipadidated. Underground, connected to the sewers, with the slackers and underachievers within the organization. Which also made it easy to get into the security network from.

Outside the base, two of the Hydra agents in plainclothes were eating donuts and drinking coffee. "Why we have to setup here?" One would complain.

The other would go, "Because rent is expensive and we're on a budget."

The first would go, "Wait, we pay rent!?"

Inque has posed:
    And she thought Gotham was a shithole. Somehow Burbank manages to out-shithole Gotham, and that's something of an achievement. Still, a paying gig is a paying gig, and //somebody// didn't like Hydra enough to pay her an exorbitant amount of money to sabotage their secret base. She wasn't clear on the details. Something about how they stole this guy's life work and yadda, yadda, yadda. Once you've heard one mad scientist speech, you've heard them all.

    It's easy to pass Bob, the Hydra agent with the donuts and Bob the other one. It's Hydra. They're all named Bob to her. Nobody likes Hydra. All but invisible she slips from shadow to shadow, just another puddle of darkness, until she reaches the side of the building. Entering it would be just as easy. These old warehouses are anything but watertight, and all she needs is just the smallest of openings to let her through.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
She's being paid. Well. And it's taking care of Nazis. So that's a bonus. At least enough to likely not want to ask questions. And also she could always sell the location of a secret Hydra base in New Jersey to someone. But that wuold require her to admit she knew of a secret Hydra base in New Jersey and had been there. How far would she go for money?

There are, in fact, plenty of openings. There's enough to qualify it as an honorary politician doing a follow-through on a campaign promise. There are two Hydra troopers currently working at hammering a large tarp over onto a wall to hide the hole. "This will pass the base inspection, right?"

Inque has posed:
    Inque slips in and flattens herself behind the tarp, and when Inque goes flat, she can become paper thin. She considers, briefly, killing these two. Nobody would miss a couple of random Hydra agents, Right. But no, somebody might discover their bodies and raise the alarm, and she doesn't want that. Not yet at least.

    One of the things about being an infiltration specialist is that you learn patience, and she has plenty to spare. She's got all night if she needs to, so she waits for the goons to finish putting up the tarp before leaking out the edges and hiding in the dark corners of the secret base.

    Now, there's supposed to be a machine about the size of a large loom. Small enough that you can load it into a van, but large enough to make transporting it problematic. Destroying that is her target. So she slinks from corner to corner looking for this machine, or for a secret entrance to an underground lair. There's always one of those around here.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Then again it was New Jersey. Would anyone really /notice/ a couple of bodies? Much less would Hydra notice two of their own troopers dropped dead in the middle of New Jersey? Decisions, decisions. She would be able to sneak her way in pretty easily past the two. They weren't paying attention, and they couldn't catch her on her wrost day.

The goons are meanwhile going to then get out a large can of paint. "No way Viper will notice it! We'll totally be covered here."

HIs partner goes, "Viper's not gonna be caught undead here. She's gonna send a clone. Or a robot duplicate. Or a drone with a tv on the belly that shows her face."

"That's a.. Very specific and disturbing hypothetical."

She slithers her way past the duo, and finds a large bunker entry door. Which is stuck open, the large gears which normally open and close it grinding up and down, having the door constantly shrieking as it opens a few inches, closes a few inches, and some technicians are repeatedly trying to hit it with jackhammers.

Inque has posed:
    Inque pauses. She //might// be able to sneak her way past these two goons, but the area of the door is brightly lit and she'd have to get creative. Easier to just kill these two. Hopefully nobody will notice the absence of the jackhammers until it's too late.

    Silently she glides across the floor, just a pool of black liquid, until she gets behind the two goons. She pulls an almost humanoid shape out of the puddle with scythes for arms, and simultaneously stabs them through their chests. Easy breezy.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
WHUMPH. WHUMPH. THey go down idiotly. It's a shame that Hydra has lowered their recruiting standards so much. Well.. Too bad for them, not for her. She hten passes by a group that are trying to assemble some hideous looking contraption. "Okay, bolt-hex B-17 goes into hole C-Z-12." One has a hideously oversized flowchart with a confusing array of pictures while the others are desperately sorting through a massive bin of parts and bits of metal.

Apparently IKEA did a line for supervillain lairs.

Inque has posed:
    Killing Hydra agents is like opening a can of Pringles. Once you pop, you can't stop. Lightning fast she strikes out against the IKEA assembling goons, dropping them just as fast as the ones outside.

    She pauses to consider the contraption they were building. It doesn't //look// like the description her contact gave her, but better safe than sorry. She leaks herself into all the nooks and crannies of the device and with a //flex// she expands outwards, causing it to explode apart. Satisfied, she moves on.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
She goes to make her way through the base. Inside, she happens to run across an art deco room full of 70's style lava lamps. Lots and lots of lava lamps. All of them flashing up and down in bright, shiny lights.
    "Why we gotta bring these all down to the basement? I mean, we don't have the security room setup or anything!"
    "Because the boss told us to do it or that we'd be used to finish making the security door?"
    "She was joking about that, right!?"
    "You've seen what her outfit is made out of, and you know this organization has retention rate difficulties, right?"
    "I swear if this job didn't give us dental.."

Inque has posed:
    If Inque had lungs, she would sigh. Why lava lamps? Still, it gives her a way to get inside without killing more people. She slides herself into place and forms herself a rather large looking lava lamp to be taken down into the basement. Bloop, bloop. Nothing to see here.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
It's almost relaxing. Maybe not therapeutic. But she makes the sounds of the lava lamps in their native environment. No one is going to notice her as they're all hauled down to the high security zone which consists of lots of boards, wallpaper, and several signs of 'DON'T LOOK HERE' and 'UNDER CONSTRUCTION'. Yet.. Somehow still more secure than most of New Jersey.

But still, there was the item she was after! ... Surrounded by several dozen lava lamps.

Inque has posed:
    It's insulting, that's what it is. Reduced to playing a lava lamp. She's lost count how many times capes of all sorts have quipped that they're going to contain her in one once they've finally captured her. They never have, of course, but the joke grows thin after the third time you've heard it.

    But the ploy pays out, at least. She's left here by herself with the machine she'd been hired to destroy. Flowing out from the lava lamp form, she presses herself into the nooks and crannies of the machine, finding little ways to get inside, and like with the IKEA device upstairs she //flexes// ripping the machine apart from the inside.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The machine goes to let out a wail of dismemberment over as she accomplishes her mission. As it does so, it explodes and goes to send shrapnel over into the various lava lamps around! Her brethren are free! FREE! Now they can escape! ... if they were sentient goo things like she was. So maybe more poor into the sewage system.

Even now, there are screams while things are on fire and exploding, and the occaisonal 'OW MY SPLEEN'! Which is the normal state of a Hydra base!

Inque has posed:
    Inque quickly rises up and clings to the ceiling. Lava lamp are pretty much nothing but wax that melts at low temperatures and water. Water which would dilute Inque if she were to get in it. It's a singularly unpleasant experience and she's had to pull herself together from being hosed down on more than one occasion.

    Fire also means the sprinkler systems are likely to activate as well, so sticking to the ceiling seems to be the way to go. She quickly flows across its surface, looking for an air vent to creep into, something that will hopefully lead her outside.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
There are a lot of ways outside. There's parts of the building burning up. There's holes leading to the sewers and to the surface. There's a pneumatic tube messenger system. Wait what. It's one of those pressurized things that launches a container with a message to different parts of a building! For your informational purposes, dear reader!

No one is noticing her now as there's chaos, and fire, and general muck (this IS New Jersey)

Inque has posed:
    Inque slips out of the base, easy breezy, what with all the chaos going on. Nobody's going to notice just another shadow as she slinks away from the building, avoiding everything, but especially the muck. When you're a distributed consciousness, you do //not// want muck rolling around in your system.

    A few blocks away, the villainess has a car waiting for her and a chauffeur. Walking out from the darkness in her human form she enters the back of the car.

    "Where to, Ma'am?"

    "St. Mary's. I need to get paid."