19154/RoT: Raiding The Government Lab

RoT: Raiding The Government Lab
Date of Scene:	28 September 2024
Location:	A secret government lab in Pennsylvania
Synopsis:	Diana Prince, Daisy Johnson, and Natasha Romanov help Steve Rogers' clandestine mission into a government lab, to retrieve data about their attempt to resurrect Dr. Erskine's Super Soldier program.
Cast of Characters:	Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Daisy Johnson, Diana Prince
Tinyplot:	Reign of Terror

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Steve Rogers has posed:
After the clandestine contacts from Steve Rogers that let them know that he was alive, and in need of their help, those chosen and willing to help gather in a remote area of eastern Pennsylvania.

Steve Rogers is there, approaching the rendesvous spot on foot. Unlike the clothes that he'd worn that had blended in with the homeless among whom he has dwelled most recently, today Steve is wearing dark trousers and a long sleeve top. Something suitable for a nighttime infiltration.

"Thank you all for coming. I know that you're putting yourselves at risk in helping me. Of expulsion from the country possibly, or arrest," Steve says as he glances between the Themysciran princess, the American hacker turned SHIELD agent, and the Russian superspy who also works for SHIELD now. "There are very troubling, unanswered questions about the government's ressurection of Dr. Erskine's work," Steve says, letting out a quiet, troubled sounding sigh. "I need to know how they've gotten so much further than anyone else has. And the only way is for us to get into the lab and get a look at their data and samples. I'm hoping we can get in, copy as much data as possible, even get some samples in a way that they won't notice their removal, and then start finding answers from it."

He holds up his hands in a shrug. "All without being spotted in a high security facility. Simple, right?" he says, blue eyes flashing as he gives a soft grin at Diana, Daisy and Natasha.

"So the plan is for Nat to go in through the roof. Miss Prince gets us to the roof in her invisible jet. There are tiny drones which patrol the area at random. We can't actually land on the roof because of sensors, so we'll have to hover there, Diana. And keep an eye out for the drones, dodging them whenever one sweeps across the roof so it doesn't run into us. I'm assuming your jet can evade their sensors?" Steve asks Diana Prince.

He looks to Daisy then. "And once we're above it, Daisy, you'll need to hack into their systems. You'll need a hard connection. Should be able to drill a tiny hole through the roof without being detected and get spliced into their network. Then we need to be able to shut down the sensors and cameras to enable Natasha to get in and out. Also to perhaps change some of their data so we can make off with some biological samples without it being caught later."

Captain America's gaze goes to Natasha finally. "Nat, the only way in I could find is the air ducts. There are sensors there, some Daisy can likely handle. Others you'll have to deal with yourself." Steve pulls out a hand drawn blueprint of the building he seems to have constructed himself. "My information is far from perfect. But I'm sure the lab is in this part of the building. The air handling units here would give you a clean way in. I think you're the only one to go in, Nat. I won't fit, and we need Diana and Daisy handling the aircraft and the computers."

Steve looks around at everyone. "It is paramount that we not be detected. The only reason I've gotten this far, is their believing I was dead. And no one else from the Avengers showing any more interest in the facility." He pauses and takes in the group. "Any questions?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Why does every facility have air ducts that are climbable and also thick enough to maneuver through? It's an old quirk of architectural design that, for some strange reason even spy movies get correctly despite everything else. Natasha is readying her equipment over and gives a nod to Stephen. "Understood, Stephen." She's not calling him 'Captain' here for her own small reasons. It could be moreso just the slightest bit of annoyance in things that will be kept to herself and not mentioned. For the purposes of irrelevancy to the task at hand.

She goes to review the notes in front of her, commits them to memory, and then passes them along. She's broken into a wide array of governmental facilities and has plenty of experience and equipment for it. She waits for the rest of them to ask any questions, keeping silent and having none. They'll have to figure out most things when they get inside and have to go from there with it.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
There was still a wonder and a daze to Daisy's soft gaze after she had learned Steve hadn't died. A wonder that translated to the smile on her lips as the mission is being related to the group. And that she is involved in a mission with two of her role model heroes? That makes Daisy both intimidated and thrilled at the same time.

She is dressed as plain as possible today, black clothing mostly with a pair of black jeans a tight, turtleneck sweater and a beanie hat on her head. No marks of her being SHIELD anywhere. Over her shoulder she has a backpack, holding the tools for the infiltration, "Government high security facilities.." she says it a bit dismissively, "Been hacking into those since ...." and she pauses, slowly looking around, "... all for good reasons, of course."

She clears her throat before she buries herself even further, hand reaching up to brush over her hair in a telltale manner that she does when she is getting nervous, "It's a good plan. I am ready." she assures them.

Diana Prince has posed:
In Wakanda yesterday, here today. It was a busy life for Wonder Woman, but she was used to it... and seemed to handle it in stride.

She waited at the rendezvous site, the Invisible Jet right behind her, and just as visible as a cloud of smoke, a cloud of smoke that was holding its shape. It was an aesthetically pleasing vehicle, quite large, like the X-Men Blackbird or a Quinjet, but a bit more dagger-shaped with softer curves to its design.

diana was wearing a dark blue cloak, with her dark hair falling in waves around her shoulders, gently blowing in the winds. When everyone gathered at the site, Diana let her eyes roam over each face, before she settled upon Steve's. "I will avoid the drones, and be ready for extraction. It will not be a challenge, as the technology that powers this vehicle is far beyond the technology of Earth. It's greatest limitation is only the size of which it can shape itself in to whatever I deem it to be." She stated of her personal vehicle, as she gave it a glance over her shoulder, before she returned her eyes to the others. "It has been quite a helpful resource. One that I have come to rely upon quite heavily." She showed a faint smile, that came and went like a autumn wind across a cfield where a clandestine meeting is taking place!

"I am ready, and I imagine questions will come, as the mission develops. If it goes south, and I am to be bannished from the United States? Well..." She laughs softly, a little bubbling sound of her naturally husky voice. "I have always wanted to live in Mexico, anyway..."

When the others indicate they are ready, Diana motions toward the cloud-hued vehicle behind her, "Then, shall we be onward?" She asked, as a ramp began to form itself from the jet's underbelly toward the ground below, moving like a smoky waterfall of liquid white chocolate, before it formed in to a solid plank to ascend up in to the interior of the mysterious craft.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers gives a soft grin at Daisy's assurance her previous government hacks were for good reasons. "Have all the faith in the world that you'll be able to handle their systems," he says to the hacker turned hero. "I just wish I had been able to get more information. Just getting as much of the layout as I did, without them getting wise to it, was not an easy feat," he comments.

"Nat, I considered some kind of masquerade, but with so little to go on around the identification procedures, I figured this would probably be for the best. So no need for a wig this time," he says, keeping it lighthearted.

Diana's pronouncement she's ready draws a nod from Steve. "We're fortunate for your presence, Diana. I know that General Ross will have them on guard against various flight capable people. But I'm hoping they aren't prepared for the level of stealth that your vehicle can provide." As Diana has the jet lower the ramp, Steve makes his way over to it and up into the plane. He passes out a comms frequency to everyone to use. "The spot Daisy needs is just to the south of the air handling unit," Steve says. "About 5 to 10 feet I'd think.

He has a bag of equipment that includes a very quiet drill, something like a thief would use for just this kind of hack. He passes it over to Daisy and then gets seated in the jet.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would nod at Steve, staying quiet over for a few moments. General Ross.. Will need to be dealt wtih. The man continues to take too much free reign and commands resources that he should not. But that is also a lower priority thing. It's not a fight that Fury will pick. The man has too much political support and is too ingrained in the system, even with all of the setbacks that he's suffered throughout the years to be dislodged.

She would nod at the rest of the group as they ready for insertion, going to do a few last moment gear checks as she sorts through her equipment bag. Small mirrors, small seismic sensors, and a large array of small 'cockroaches' - small electronic bugs that could be used to tap into communicatiosn and computer lines for basic level access if needed. Moreso used to block sensors and give her warning of things ahead. She goes to put on a set of UV lenses on her face that are oriented towards picking up power readings.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The plank forming almost like out of thin air gets a fascinated look out of Daisy, the SHIELD hacker still looking down at her feet and where she steps on as they ascend up the platform into the jet proper, "Should be more than enough." she assures Steve, then taking the drill from his hands, making her grin amusedly at the sight. Because Steve and thieves' tools is perhaps one of the last things she'd ever expect to see together.

"Why Mexico?" She asks with a quiet laugh, she always turning into a chatty catty before a mission, moving to settle down on a seat as well, bringing out a small laptop and a few other devices. The comms link device goes to her ear, "Thought you'd prefer Europe." she points out.

Looking over to Natasha she nods at the redhead.

Diana Prince has posed:
The interior of the jet was as starkly clean, and boldly white, as something from a Star Wars film, such as the cloning facility on Kamino, or the fancy elements of Cloud City itself. It had a yacht-aesthetic, with comfort as a clear main focus. Diana followed the rest up and inside the vehicle, as she moved through the passenger compartment, toward the cockpit at the apex of a set of stairs at the front of the craft.

"I have lived in Europe," she replied to Daisy, as she settled in to the main control chair. "Mexico would be a nice change of pace, should I need to leave Manhattan. But, I do not see that happening because of this..." She idly replied, as she had the Jet lifting off of the ground, and in to the air with a graceful ease that made it unlike really any other Earth air vehicle. It began to move, and as it becamse Invisible from any exterior eyes, the interior also became somewhat translucent, allowing the passengers inside it to see outside in all directions. The Jet moved silently through the sky, as Diana navigated it toward the inevitable point of interest that was the infiltration site designated by Steve.

"We are in full stealth mode now," Diana softly informed the others, as she glanced between the holographic displays ahead of her. "I can see the drones in the air, performing a routine flight plan. It seems to be like a cyclone, in nature, or a hurricane pattern. It is extensive, but I should be able to come in from above, not unlike flying over the Van Allen radiation belt in space." that's how they got to the Moon in 1969! Right?

Altitude for the Jet seemed simplistic for it to gain, simply rasing up like a hot air balloon, or turning like a figure skater gliding on a fresh sheet of ice. It made its approach on the facility, and was soon descending downward directly above it, even allowing those within the jet to look down toward their feet to see the building come up beneath them.

"One moment." Diana said, as she adjusted the yaw of the Jet, allowing them to take up a bit of refuge behind some items positioned on top of the building. "This should give a bit more protection from any randomized drone flight changes." She softly states, as the Invisible Jet makes its final approach, before it slows to a stop.

"We are in position. It should be just a small drop off of the ramp." She says, looking back to the others, and offering them a sweet smile. "Good luck." She tells them, a friendly edge to her naturally sultry voice.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Months of living in hiding while investigating the Super Soldier program are finally coming to fruition for Steve Rogers. He sits in the Invisible Jet's seat, glancing around as the hull becomes semi-transparent to allow them to see out in all directions. "Marvelous," Steve murmurs quietly. "Best to not show Tony this. He'll disappear into his lab for months trying to figure out how to do something similar," he comments in a lighthearted tone.

Up ahead the facility awaits them. It is set back away from anything else, making it difficult to approach in a stealthy way. A few trees here and there block line of sight from people further away, but all those guarding the facility to see a few hundred feet in all directions.

Diana is given a grateful smile as she gets them into position. "Daisy, as best I could tell there should be some space beneath us through which power and network cables are likely to run. Though it was a bit of guesswork there. There is another facility with a similar layout, but not necessarily exactly the same," he concludes.

He moves over to the ramp, affixing a strap to the interior of the jet and offering it to Daisy to hook in with. "To make sure you don't hit the roof and set off the sensors," he says. "But drilling the small hole should be ok. They don't cover every last inch of it."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And Natasha moves in almost complete silence. If one weren't looking directly at her, aware she was there, for merely the normal human awareness she might not be even present. She is quiet, almost not seeming to breathe, a statue, light sa a feather. She merely watches as Daisy gets ready to go on in, not moving in the slightest. This has been her life for longer than she can remember. She has done this for but a decade away than a century after all.

Much of her memories are fuzzy - due to age, reprogramming, wiping, and experience. But her skills have never left her. They are the most important part of what she is. She is a Widow. Everything else is secondary. Everything else in the end can be disposed of and leave her intact for what is important. She watches, observes, waits, and readies herself after her final equipment check.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy has to bite on her lower lip in order to not ask Diana what she always ask during a SHIELD mission: Can I fly it? Though usually it's Melinda May the target of her inquiries, or Natasha. But showing great willpower Daisy remains quiet no matter that there's a little eagerness to her. Her laptop comes online and she taps into the comms being used by the base, picking up the usual chatter, "All good so far." she tells them, taking a peek all around as the aircraft turns translucent.

"Alright. Time to go." And she gets up to her feet once they are in place, giving Steve a thumbs up and nearing the edge. She gears up by wrapping up a large, climbing belt around her stomach, connected by a cord to the aircraft. For after all it's paramount that the hacking is done without a chance that those sensors catch her. She lowers herself down, slow, twisting around in the air and letting the cord keep her just a little bit from touching the ground.

<<Drilling now>> She murmurs into comms, starting to breach through the small panel between the power lines, some sweat beading on her forehead. Removing the panel shows exactly what she was hoping for, ethernet cables that she splices into with a little bit of 'magic', connecting herself in with her laptop, grinning as she gains access to the controls.

<<Sensors off.>> She says, telling that Natasha is good to go now.

Diana Prince has posed:
When Steve spoke of Tony, Diana turned to look at him, a small smile playing over her ruby painted lips. "The little irony there, Captain, is that Howard Stark was the creator of my original Invisible Jet. It is what this iteration is based on. He gave me his creation, a high performance jet fighter, in the late 1960s, in order to keep it out of mass production. After he created it, he felt it to be too much power for any single nation to have at the time. It took me a fair amount of time to learn how to operate it, but... I was not aware of my own personal ability to fly at the time. It became a tool as well, though this one is obviously far more capable of a resource, than a single seat jet fighter. Anyway, we are in place..." She added the last part in a softer tone of voice, as she proceeded to monitor Daisy as she descended toward the building, and began her element of this mission's initial phase.

"The drones are in a holding pattern. They are not yet alerted to any oddities." Diana quietly informed everyone from her position at the helm in the control cabin.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve is keeping an eye on everything. But his trust in the members of the team is such that he is just looking for where he might be needed. As Daisy Johnson is drilling into the roof and accessing the cables, Steve converses with Diana further.

"That is rather pertinent to my thoughts, the part about too much power for a nation," Steve says in a tone that speaks of a lot of night spent struggling with the topic. "I like to think that Dr. Erskine's work has brought something helpful to the world. But I've also seen firsthand just how bad the result can be if it isn't used with care," he says, looking back over to watch as Daisy is now working on her laptop to prepare the way for Natasha's infiltration.

"As good meaning as most of the people out there are, experiences from the past make me leery that something like his work would be safe, held by a government that can change in just a few years. Not to mention the other interests who would try to get their hands on it," Steve says. A hand reaches up to stir through his hair. "I suppose there's a personal measure to it too. It's Dr. Erskine's, no one else's. To proceed without any kind of consent trying to recreate his life's work..." Steve says, shaking his head. "It's why I've refused to help in these kind of endeavors when they've asked me in the past."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And just like that, Natasha goes to slide down into the vents. Her UV designed to look for small flashes of power - that would be an indicator of security or sensors. Greater power output also is likely an indicator of where the primary computers and storage compartments for the Super Soldier Serum are. She'll want to find the reactor.. And go from there. Using the layout of the place that Stephen had drawn. Every ten meters dropping another small sensor pod, and once she's at an appropriate location, having the very, very small robotic 'insects' made by Fitzwilliams go to spread out. Now.. Now she's heading towards her targets and sweeping for them while making sure to be alert for patrols, or other things within the system and potential ways inside.

In the chance that there is an active computer system, one of the small bugs would go for it to plugin to let Daisy have a go at it. And the very small sensor modules she drops frequently allowing her to maintain a 'line of sight' comms bouncing along them with hopefully no risk of infiltration, or the small energy spikes a direct radio signal would require. She's going forwards, listening and moving along in almost complete and total silence while sweeping for her targets and ready to go for alternate routes if she has to. Passing by small areas along the ducts where ahead there's a buzzing.. The buzzing interfering with comms.

It's a trio of large fans designed to push air through the vents moving at a rapid pace to help keep up circulation. They're spinning rapidly to keep the interior cool. She can either go backwards to find an alternate entrance.. Or go on ahead. Natasha watches while she drops another small sensor bead to ensure there's communications. Getting a sense of the timing, of the pace, and those moments of cross-current.. Her body seems to go into slow motion. She gets up, braces herself.. And then charges.

Sommersault through thea ir to go for the small break in the twirling of one fan. Hitting the ground to roll forwards tucked into the ground to dodge the second. Without taking the time to check leaping up into a handspring to use the upper 'ceiling' to launch herself forwards to get past the third.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The little robotic drones do wonders in having Daisy able to keep up with Natasha's infiltration, her fingertips like rapid-fire over her keyboard, working on a plethora of windows at the same time, the hacker's mind now fully focused on the work ahead of her. For all that she can often be a little distracted she never fools around where it comes to her bread and butter.

<<Wait, one sec.>> A beat, <<Go.>> She works in tandem in making sure Natasha's advancement goes unimpeded, though as she is working through those last fans she purses her lips together, <<Retrieving data now. The samples should be right ahead of you.>> she speaks quietly on comms.

<<Changing records. You are good to goooo....>> She informs her, <<Now.>>

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana was watching her own sensor holograms that were projected out of the control board of her cabin's computer system. She listened to the comms, and to Steve, and glanced in his direction again. "Imagine if you were available in 1969," she said in a soft tone. "The Invisible Jet probably would have been yours, from Howard." She noted, showing a small smile. "Funny how things work like that. Imagine the memes you would have to enjoy of yourself flying around within it online." She was just being silly now.

When an alert ping came across her AI's monitoring system, Diana looked once more toward her holographic displays.

"Some of the drones are performing a tandom fly over. I best take the Jet in to the air again, to avoid any random collisions." She said, as she paid another look to the Captain. "You should decide if you are staying or going in." She told him, before she placed a hand on her control yoke, and began the process of raising the Jet's altitude again, giving a short pause, until the last moment, before she would cause the vehicle to silently glide upward in to the sky above the facility.

Steve Rogers has posed:
<<Good job both of you. Data coming across now. If you can get one of each of the samples that have been removed from the system so they won't miss them, we can maybe find out more of what's going on,>> Steve says over comms. Daisy gets a nod of approval as she's there in jet with them.

He swivels his chair to look towards Diana's displays. "If we need to relocate and come back for Nat when she's back to the roof, do it," Steve advises. "We definitely can't risk being spotted."

He goes back on comms. <<We're lifting off to avoid drones. Will return hopefully about as you're reaching the exit then.>>

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Their primary goals are accomplished. Natasha is well awar eof things like 'mission creep' so when the signal is given to finish the job and then get out, she moves to take it. She goes to slide on down towards the area with the samples, and goes to gingerly drop down to the floor with security distracted and the computers having given what information they have. Small amounts of each sample are taken. Mere droplets from each or but milligrams. With the altered records, the very small discrepancy will be altered to match on amounts so even the most careful technician won't notice the minor shift.

Then she's up and over towards the exfiltration route. No sense in pushing mission creep. Instead of going through the fans once more, she goes to take an alternate route through the vents to bypass anything more difficult and is quickly darting her way back up towards the roof and extraction.

Diana Prince has posed:
Through the translucent bulkheads of the interior of the Invisible Jet, the facility gets further and further away beneath it, a bit of forward momentum added, to keep the plane from colliding with one of the tandum flying drones, that was ebbing its way dangerously closer to the jet's aft sloped wing.

"We will be back in just a few moments." Diana's calm voice speaks over comms, keeping it quiet and appropriately stealthy, even though she is not the most stealthy in the rolodex of super heroes around the world.

High and in the sky, the Jet slows again, as it is brought around, to face in the opposite direction. A holographic display of the drone swarm that is moving in a counter clockwise pattern around the perimeter of the building, hovers in front of the controls, and beneath the viewport of the jet's control cabin. Diana is sweeping her eyes from that display, back to the viewport, to look directly at the building itself. The jet clearly operates on its own gravitational field, as even at a slant, the Jet's interior feels as though it is perfectly level to the ground.

"Okay, they're merging back in to traffick with the others. I am returning. Hold tight..."

Diana's right hand, wrapped in leather around her palm, pushes forward on the small silvery white throttle, which has the vehicle moving forward again, and with a slight adjustment to the control yoke, the Jet begins to descend down in toward the building again. It glides right over the drones, the poor things having no idea that they are being hornswaggled by an alien spacecraft...

"Okay, the ramp is back, right where you last left it."

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers rises his from his seat. "Nice flying," he says to Diana, resting a hand on her shoulder briefly before he goes over to the ramp. He grabs hold of the interior of the jet with one hand, and as it swoops back down low towards the rooftop, Steve is there to reach out a hand to help first Daisy, and then Natasha when she emerges from the vents back into the very stealthy plane.

"Fantastic job everyone," Steve says. "This makes the months spent at this worthwhile. Even if I'm going to have a lot of apologies to make to make to people when I'm back. Please keep word about me quiet still for now. Though I will be adding a few more people to work on the analysis of this," Steve adds.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Time to go. Daisy sets the sensors on a timer to return after a minute. The logs will show they were doing maintenance.

<<Disconnecting>> And she quickly disconnects her computer, connecting the cables as they were before. As for the panel? It's placed back in, Daisy sliding it into position, <<40 seconds until sensors are up again.>>. She gives a thumbs up at Natasha when the redhead is back at the roof with her and then does a little running start, jumping up to take hold of Steve's hand and letting him use that supersoldier serum strength to hoist her up.

Being back up on the aircraft she exhales softly, "Done.." she grins at them..

And looks towards the cockpit. Yes, Diana will be having a Daisy asking her to fly the aircraft on their way back.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And there is Natasha, up on the rooftop and moving to extraction and taking herself back in over and using one of the grapple lines to quickly reel herself back. "Primary mission goals accomplished. Inform me when you finish reviewing them. And, if I might have a moment of your time, Stephen?" SHe would gesture a thim in a 'this can't wait' sort of manner.

Diana Prince has posed:
The Jet's holograms displayed the two returning to the vehicle, via the help of Steve's offered hand. Once they were aboard, that extended gangplank curled itself back up in to the ship's hull, and reformed as a closed door once more. It was only a second there-after that the jet began to visibly rise in to the night time sky again, leaving the facility behind... Once they were in the sky, Diana stood from the controls, and intercepted Daisy before she could even ask. "Agent Johnson, right?" She inquired, and motioned to the pilot's chair. "Would you like to take command?" She inquired, allowing Daisy to slip in to the high tech, futuristic vehicle's control suite, hologram sensors, Heads-Up-Displays, and a gliding control base that is like sliding on the most wonderfully slick ice.

Toward Steve and Natasha, Wonder woman moved,, and rested a hand against a soft white edge of the jet's interior walls. "How did it go?" She asked Nat, though she assumed Steve had the knowledge himself already.