17709/Alias Investigations Explodes

Alias Investigations Explodes
Date of Scene:	21 April 2024
Location:	Alias Investigations
Synopsis:	Jessica's home and office is attacked by Russian mobsters! Luke and Daredevil rush in to aid her before the merc team can finish their job!
Cast of Characters:	Barbara Gordon, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Matthew Murdock

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Barbara Gordon has posed:
11:15pm on a Saturday night.

The streets of Hell's Kitchen were quiet, as quiet as they can get anyway. A few cop sirens can be heard in the distance, the occasional heavy truck rolling by the buildings of the neighborhood. A few bars are popping off tonight, local hangout spots for younger citizens of the city.

But outside the building housing Jessica's place of rest, and her place of work, a few dark vehicles pull in to park across the street. Moments later, doors pop open, and heavy boots drop on to the pavement. Dark clad figures begin piling out of the vehicles, as they move with practiced precision toward specific places along the side streets. They fan out, finding dark shadows to call home, as they bring out weapons of many different varieties and types...

Two men step across the street, their eyes going up toward the windows of Jessica's residence, and office. They share a glance with one another, before they raise up black duffle bags, and pull out large cannistered grenade launchers. With the bags tossed aside, both men raise their weapons up to aim them toward the windows of alias Investigations...

FWOMP - FWOMP!

Two powerfully launched grenades arc up in to the night sky, headed straight for said windows, with the power to smash right through them without a second of remorse shown upon the faces of the men who'd just fired them!

Jessica Jones has posed:
This time of night, a woman Jessica's age should be getting ready for bed so she can be up for church in the morning, but instead of that, she's sitting on her couch with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and the remote control for the tv in the other. She's at least dressed like someone who considered sleep, with a tanktop and athletics shorts and her hair is pulled into a ponytail... but that's only to keep it out of her face.

Luke had mentioned to her the posibility that there may be some kind of retaliation, but Jess had written it off, as Jess always does, with a smirk and 'and?' shrug. It's par for the course isn't it? They break someone's fine China and then the have to talk to the manager.

What she did not expect is a pair of grenades to come crashing through her window...

"Oh come on!" She shouts, figuring it was someone hurling a rock at her establishment. Likely some dickhead she took pictures of for his wife, while he was showing the new secretary the ropes at a Holliday Inn. She comes up from the couch and has about that much time, perhaps, before those grenades go boom.

There goes her security deposit.

Luke Cage has posed:
It's late, but that doesn't mean that Luke Cage is in bed. He left the bar a few minutes ago, leaving it in Bailey's hands, and decided to go for a walk. He does this often; it's his version of 'patrolling'. Hell's Kitchen is a decent walk from Harlem but that's his usual beat -- there and back again -- because he knows people there.

He's about a block away from Jessica's when he hears the _fwomp fwomp_, and turns. The fuck?

He breaks into a sprint. Luke runs _very, very_ fast.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt would probably hear it from Jessica if he had actually told her that his nightly patrols of Hell's Kitchen now included a 'wellness check' of sorts on her place of business, living, and being passed out on the sauce. So he'd kept it from himself, hypervigilant since the mob lured him into a trap of his own a short while back.

He's already rising to his feet when he sees the cars arrive, but he makes the fundamental mistake of assuming they're just going to barge in and start shooting. So there's a surprise when he smells the telltale chemical cocktail of explosives. As Luke approaches, he'll see the red-clad figure of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen rapidly descending the facade of an old brownstone towards the cars on the street.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The two grenades clatter around on the floor, rolling over the broken glass, before they both do what they were designed to do...

The neighborhood is rocked by the explosion. the windows burst outward toward the street below, causing the two men to look away, as all manner of debris cascades down on to the sidewalk, the vehicles parked along the side of the street, and even across to the buildings on the other side all together. When all is said and done, car alarms are going off, and the two men share another glance. One of them speaks softly to the other in Russian, before they both smirk.

The man on the left speaks in to his mic clipped to his lapel, and the team in the alleys behind him begin their march across the street. Eight men in black, all armed with automatic rifles, file up in to the building, quickly smashing their way through the front door's auto-lock. They begin to sweep in to the building, lights coming on beneath the barrels of their guns, as they navigate toward the elevator...

"Should we fire another?" One of the two men outside asks his partner.

"Nyet. The other states. "Our team will finish her off and we'll be on our way..." He states back in a thick Russian accent.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Oh, those aren't rocks.

A normal person would be concerned for their life in a moment like this, but Jessica Jones is built of a whole different kind of mettle. She's also highly intoxicated, which certainly isn't making the logic flow freely when she takes note of exactly what launched through her window and begins kicking herself for not paying enough attention to what a grenade launcher sounds like over the sound of whatever cartoon she was watching on Netflix.

Probably Tiny Tunez or Darkwing Duck.

Regardless, she kicks one of the grenades with her bare foot and sends it crashing back out the window. The explosion is bright for a second and then a hard WOOMP as the concussive force hits. The other goes off beside her couch, which she just started paying for, and explodes her brand new television into tiny brand new television chunks.

It probably tears up her clothes too, but it'd be uncool for her to fight these guys with her ass or a tit hanging out, so we'll just call it a lucky day. Only dudes can have their shirts torn up, there's a handbook.

Seconds of silence. Jessica isn't hurt, but it definitely rattled her brain around a good bit. With bits of dirt, glass, and plaster on her face, the dark hair, half naked Private Investigator crashes out the window... sails through the air.. and slams into the ground behind a parked car along the sidewalk across from the black vans.

She's scowling... she's staring with narrowed eyes.. As she stands she grabs one of the parking meters, tears it out of the concrete, and starts towards the Russians.

They fucked up.

Luke Cage has posed:
Luke is running down the street when the explosion rocks Alias Investigations. He pauses only for a moment, stumbling along, worried for Jessica -- but Jessica can take care of herself -- and Luke is angry now.

He reaches out and snatches a piece of metal railing from a stair -- it takes considerable strength to rip it -- and then he launches the makeshift metal stick at one of the Russians.

"Mother _fuckers_!"

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Seeing Luke in the process of dealing with the grenade-launching goons, Daredevil is already moving across the street. He launches himself through the air, planting his hands roughly on the head and shoulders of one of the men to roughly launch himself forward and likely knock him off balance in the process.

Where Jessica approaches the gunmen from the front, he approaches from behind. He lets the mostly invulnerable private investigator draw their attention, moving through the corridor to swing his baton at the knees of the rearmost shooter from behind.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
In truth, the Russians had less intel on Jessica Jones than they did on Daredevil or Cage. Cage they knew was seemingly the most powerful of the three of them, and this particular team was here to deal with Jessica, who they believed was the least powerful of the three. Clearly they were indeed mistaken, when Jessica leapt from her ruined home's facade, out on to the street. Both men watched her sail over their heads, and land down near to their vehicles. Both exchanged dry glances with one another, before they spoke in Russian in to their mics, quickly prattling off a number of Russian words.

Before Jessica could further react to them, however, she'd note something inside one of the large vehicles, the sudden flickering light of a flame...

Followed by a spout of incendiary fire as a geyser of fire poured out toward Jessica from inside one of the black unmarked vans!

From inside the vehicle, a large man in all black, with the tanks of a flame thrower steps out on to the vehicle's bumper, then down on to the street. With an unyielding pressure, he tracks after Jessica with his fire thrower!

The railing that Luke launched, is slammed in to the back of one of the Russian grenadiers, causing him to stumble forward, and fall down on to his knees. His partner spins around, eyes wide at the sight of Cage. He shouts something in Russian, before he fires another FWOMP! of a grenade at the man of immense power!

Daredevil, meanwhile, has launched himself right in to the nest of soldiers that had been encroaching on the elevator up to Jessica's place. In the chaos of having their orders reversed, Matt slipped in and began to unleash Hell upon the soldier men!

What follows is a series of flashlights scanning in all directions, and automatic rifles opening fire just inside the lobby of Jessica's building!

Just another night in Hell's Kitchen.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Well, Jessica aint no Luke Cage. She just face tanked a grenade, which left her far more bloody than she'd reasonably like to admit, but fire is a whole other can of basket balls. When there's a flicker, Jones turns towards it and growls seeing the black clad figure coming out with a gout of flame spraying in her direction. That shall not do. She ducks backwards, around the side of the vehicle, and kicks the bumper with enough force that it may have broken her toes, which sends it sliding in an odd turn that has the doors clipping the fuel tank on the Russian's back.

They might not be made out of paper, but all she needs is for the hoses to get tangled for a second. Long enough for her to rush back around the side and swing that parking meter at his side like a baseball bat. A spray of quarters and dimes raining down around her from the makeshift weapon. "Russians.." She snarls, she grabs him by the ankle and drags him back out of the vehicle she just bashed him into... swings him around, over her head, and hits a mother fucker with another mother fucker.

"Speak fucking English you mother fuckers..."

A bit of flame still burning on her blackened shoulder, which hurts like a son of a bitch, but is nothing compared to the fire of her anger.

They blew up her house.
    Her office...
        Her good jeans. :(

Luke Cage has posed:
The grenade goes up, and then it comes down, and Luke watches the trajectory and reaches out, catching it in his hand like it's a baseball and he's got the largest mitt in the game.

He looks at the Russian who shot it, and puts both of his meaty hands around the egg-shaped projectile and holds it _tight_.

_BWUFF_.

The explosion is still pretty loud, but all it does is ruin Luke's shirt. He crushes the remaining bits of the grenade and makes his way towards the Russian, reaching out to grab the man. Uh oh.

"Jess, you all right?"

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt knows he's the only one of the three who isn't going to shrug off a grenade, or a bullet, or a gout of chemical fire ... he takes a moment to silently lament the caliber of enemy they seem to be making lately. He keeps himself to himself, letting the other two worry over each other.

The men with guns are his chosen target. The cluster of mercenaries or special ops or whatever they are sent to shoot at someone whom shooting just makes them mad. He's almost superfluous here, but he's not going anywhere. One baton strikes the overhead light to plunge the foyer into flickering darkness, the other aimed at shoulders, heads, and necks in the interest of putting them down quick.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Needless to say other residents of the building that Jessica calls home, are now emerging from their apartments to try and take in the chaos of what is going on in their shared homes. This was meant to be a quick job, a messy one, but a quick one. The Russian merc team had been given a kill order, and a basic level of information on Jessica being a super of some make, but said not to be 'that dangerous'. This team had taken out other supers around the city, and beyond... but tonight was clearly not going their way.

The elevator door opens in the lobby, and a man in his boxers and sleeping shirt sees the chaos of flickering flashlights, men in body armor being knocked in the face with batons from a man in dark crimson armor? It's hard to see, and the man in the elevator jumps back inside it, and quickly pushes the button to go back up to his previous floor.

Outside, Luke's cavalier display of just how powerful he truly is has the Russian who fired upon him making his deep-set eyes go wide, his grey brows lifting up in shock, as he looks down at his own grenade launcher, as though he were questioning the damn thing's own abilities now. Had he just seen what he'd seen? It was not common to run across a super who had THAT much durability!

He starts cursing in Russian as Luke comes up on him, and aims to grab him.

In a last ditch effort, the man produces a nickle-plated handgun and fires it off in Luke's gut. Only it's not armed with normal bullets, it is armed with some manner of acidic round that will begin to sizzle against Luke's clothing and in to his skin beyond it!

Jessica drops the flame throwing man, who falls to his knees, as his flame-wand whips around to try and angle back at the agile nearly-naked woman. She meets him before he can get another spout of fire off, however, and with a deadly precision she takes him down, causing him to fall backward on the ground, and his weapon to shoot a spout of fire directly up in to the air!

Two men from inside the lobby escape Daredevil's wrath, both of them backing up, firing off rounds of bulletes that pepper the elevator doors that had just closed mere moments ago, both of them backing up and turning around to see Luke and Jessica standing over their fallen team members. Both gunmen turn and begin to run southward at a fast clip!

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica stalks after Flame thrower man, come'ere flame thrower man. All the while twirling the parking meter in her hand so it sends quarters flying in fan, jiggle jangle as they rain onto the sidewalk. Homeless people getting that liqour drink money tonight, bae-bee. "No." She answers Luke's questions of whether she's alright, but at least she's pat out the flame that was burning on her shoulder. The skin looks gnarly, because she's ot invulnerable.. dark red, blistered, blackened in some places... it has to hurt.

But so will a parking meter slamming down into the inside of a Russian thigh.

There's a strong consideration to use his head like a golf ball, but she refrains. Even an angry Jessica Jones isn't a murderer... The gunfire from her apartment building draws her attention, first to the doors and then over to Luke. She had seen Matt, before he'd lept off to take down the strike team, and assumes that's his handy work in the dark entryway. Where two of the team are backing out firing into darkness.

When they turn, she's staring at them.

The meter end of her makeshift weapon bounces.

A boob is out.

And they're running.

Usually she'd chase them down, beat them, probably a little too hard, but right now? Her shoulder hurts... and she just realizes she's basically naked in the street. Which, let's be frank, probably isn't the first time that's happen given how much she drinks, but usually it's fun naked and not, 'got blown up and set on fire' naked.

She doesn't scream out for Matt, but does cross the street towards the building. Tossing away the parking meter as she approaches. "My Neighbors are going to be pissed."

Luke Cage has posed:
"Aw, _fuck_!" Luke's hand lands on the Russian's shoulder after getting shot and he squeezes, first severely fracturing the man's shoulder bone and then shoving him so hard against a car he dents it.

"Shit, shit, ow, ow!" The acid is burning his skin, and while he may be invulnerable to many things, this type of acid appears to not be so. It's less like acid, though, and more like boiling water, which still _hurts like a bitch_.

Luke yanks his shirt off and wipes his stomach with it thoroughly, tossing it aside. "Your neighbors can piss up a rope," Luke says, looking at the Russian who acid-shot him. "We got fuckers to question. Hope you know English, or you gon' learn the hard way, brother."

Matthew Murdock has posed:
"Jess, one of the girls is out," Daredevil says, not from personal knowledge but from hearing a pervert in one of the upper windows talk excitedly into his cell phone. The wonders of super-senses.

With the mobsters fleeing or having fled, he lets the scarier of the group handle the interrogation. All the same, he has a critical ear fixed on Luke. His mouth a grim line.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"I have nothing to say to you!" The man that Luke questioned fires back, as his partner is starting to wake up on the pavement in the middle of the street. He begins to push gloved hands against glass, and quarters from Jess' destroyed parking meter, as he spins around to look at the heroes they'd been hired to harm. "You're all being monitored. You are all being tested..." He says, apparently more willing to talk. His right hand moving toward his jacket he opens a small box clipped to it, showing off a device similar to a cell phone, though it's actively recording through several different types of camera lenses. "We are here to kill you, or test your limits..." The man says, his nose trickling blood.

The sound of NYPD police sirens can be heard growing louder in the distance to the north. The Russian looks in that direction from his place on the ground. "Your crooked cops are coming to rescue us now, though. So. I guess that means we shall see you once we're freed. God bless America." He begins to chuckle to himself, as he starts to try and roll over on to his back.

The elevator doors open again, this time with several residents of Jessica's building peering out in to the lobby filled with six unconscious soldiers, taken down by the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The family members begin to push toward the lobby's entrance, small children huddled close to their parents.

"What in the Hell happened here?" An older man asks, as he seems to be leading the pack of civilians out and away from the chaos left in their building's besieged lobby.