2774/Of Irishmen and Autoparts

Of Irishmen and Autoparts
Date of Scene:	04 August 2020
Location:	City Docks
Synopsis:	Heroes raid a warehouse owned by the Irish Mob
Cast of Characters:	Leland Owlsley, Hope Summers, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, David Corriea

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Leland Owlsley has posed:
There has been a very violent spat of carjackings in the Bludhaven area in the past month. Each of the thefts followed the same M.O. The thieves would tail the owners to their cars, they seemed to particularly target senior citizens and teenagers. Then, the driver was either was whacked across the head with a brick or held at gunpoint, and the thief would then take the keys of the driver's prone body and drive off, Similar thefts have also been reported in NYC, one of which ended in the death of a unfortunate student in Bushwick months before Brainiac bottled it.

Somehow, you've managed to trace the source of the thefts to The O'Riley's, one of the last Irish Mob families in the East Coast. They were ran by Sean and Andrew O'Riley, twin brothers notorius for their ruthless nature and seemingly gang-wars, especially with the now defunct O-Connel Crew.

Why these Hell Kitchen based gangsters were in Bludhaven was anyone's guess, but they have already proven to be a danger in Bludhaven and had to be stopped. You managed to trace one of the most recent stolen cars, a Tesla driven by a unfortunate old lady held at pistol point to a old Fish Cannery in the Bludhaven Docks. From the outside, it seemed old, abandoned, and at the verge of collapsing at any moment. But, you knew that inside was a teeming hub of murderous hijackers, and they had to be stopped.

Hope Summers has posed:
Where Hope came from, there was no Bludhaven. Granted, //when// Hope came from makes Bludhaven look pretty civilized, so...mostly that means she's been curious. Very curious. And it didn't hurt that someone had told her that it was better not to go into Bludhaven because the locals were a bit territorial. Telling Hope //not// to do something is usually a pretty good way to make sure it happens.

For the past few months, she's been trying to get a grip on this world, get the lay of the land. Stolen cars aren't really her usual stock in trade, but you never know what these sorts of things finance. And besides, what is she going to do, just let it happen?

Hands in the pockets of an oversized army surplus jacket, she shuffles down the sidewalk, looking like she could be any homeless, aimless youth in the area. As long as you don't look close enough to see how closely she watches the warehouse.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Sigh. Bored. The figure of Cassandra Cain waits, wondering when the cue will happen to take this target out. She subtly looks down at the moon in the sky, adjusting her hold on her line. Having been waiting a while, she's...perfectly fine.

Turning the fourth wall camera over though, one would see her. Hanging upside-down, holding onto a think black line, against a wall. Pan back and you'd see her...four stories up. Slowly raising a hand to her mouth, to stifle a yawn. As the other clings to the line that keeps her safe, so far up.

And she watches below. Nice night at least..

Tim Drake has posed:
Bludhaven is probably the worst suburb of Gotham by Red Robin's estimation, but at least it wasn't the Narrows. Hope's not wrong, those natives are territorial, and one of them is perched on the rooftop of one of the warehouses beside the old cannery, skulking in the shadows of the fan units, his eyes concealed by the whites of the heads-up display therein. He checks his wrist computer, frowning.

Frowning is a typical expression on one of the Bats. It's rumored they never smile, and are grim as the city they hail from.

Still, this seems like the place. New York's problems need to stay in New York. Once they come to Jersey, they become Bat problems.

David Corriea has posed:
    David heard the story in NYC. He is here in Bludhaven to do something about it. Donning his bandana and sunglasses, He begins to head to the warehouse. Passing by Hope, he seems to be focused on the warehouse. His electrosense revealed different sources of electricity in the derelict building. He goes about trying to infiltrate the building. He could sense the presense of the epople about the building and inside it. He simply remains ready for one of them to begin.

    Like them, he waits.

Leland Owlsley has posed:
The Old Ahab Cannery used to churn out canned sardines but when out of business years ago. The smell of sardines still seemed to linger in the air surronding the old warehouse. The sounds of gulls, and the ocean itself filled the air of the docks. A side door in the warehouse suddenly opens, and a fat man wearing a obnoxiously colorful Hawaiian shirt came out. His short brown hair was cut short and he appeared to be smoking a cigarette as he waddled out of the warehose. If you were to pay attention, you would notice something unusual, he was wearing a falconry glove.

As the Fat Man stood there, he seemed to be looking up at the sky, as if expecting something. Suddenly, he holds his hand out and chuckles loudly as a Snowy Owl lands on his arm out of nowhere. The man then strokes the owl and appears to take something out it's mouth while saying,

"Dat a girl Athena!"

The man then sends the Owl back flying into the night sky and began to waddle back to the Warehouse, unaware of the danger that surrounded him.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope tilts her head slightly as David passes by, watching him go toward the warehouse from beneath a thick fall of bangs. Well. That's a choice.

As the man in the bright shirt steps out of the warehouse, she busies herself in one of the trash cans by the street, rummaging through it. She's pretty good at looking like she's looking for food. Possibly because she's actually assessing if some of the contents are edible for real. Even the //trash// is better in this world.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
The shadow that dangles above is still waiting. Not really a great deal occurring though. Some birds, someone seems to have an owl even. Fun times. She looks around, cracking her knuckles a little. Damnit Tim, what's taking you so long?

Tim Drake has posed:
Yeah, that looks like a messenger bird. Red Robin grimaces, but he tugs a batarang from his utility belt and activates it. It begins a silent countdown, and he expertly fwips! the explosive batarang at the flying bird as it departs back to where ever it came from.

The prohibition on killing doesn't apply to this sort of thing, for one-- and for another, Red's been hanging with a pretty dark crowd lately. He'll feel guilty for killing the bird, he'll probably even angst about it (but not to his girlfriend, who would find that ridiculous), but the job is the Job.

A second later, he's running across the top of the building, firing a grapple at the last second that snags the top of the cannery, with Red Robin swinging on the line, boots first through the upper windows. He lands hard on the rickety catwalk up near the ceiling, taking stock of everything and everyone inside, even as he's sure the noise will draw attention.

All you, Orphan... Red's providing a very loud distraction. He beats feet down the catwalk, drawing a electro-charged birdarang and thwipping it into the stack of car batteries from the chop shops work.

Leland Owlsley has posed:
The crash fills the air around the docks, breaking the otherwise tranquil night. Inside, Red Robin would see both whole cars and various car parts scattered all over the warehouse floor. Suddenly, gunshots fill the air as bullets and bullets whizzed over his head as swears filled the air. The electro=charged birdarang hit the stack, the charge causes some of the batteries to explode, causing more chaos.

As Red Robin runs through the catwalk, he would be greeted by a rather stocky man wearing a tank-top, blue jeans, sunglasses, and a black beret. He glares at you as he raises up a Soviet AK47 and begins to fire at you.

Hope Summers has posed:
And the gig is up.

Hope looks up at the first clatter of a landing, stiffening. Looks like she's not the only one looking to make some trouble tonight. By the time things are starting to explode, she's nowhere near the trash can, clambering quickly over the fence and dashing toward the warehouse herself to see what's inside.

She's not looking for a fight just yet - not until she's got a better read of the area. But pressed against the wall, she looks for an office, a clipboard...anything that leads to the bigger picture.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Darkness flows like water, and the messy explosion is plenty of signal for the uber-bored Orphan. She'd have taken a thrown pebble or (heaven forbid) a light on a cloud at this point.

Having had time to prep an entrance route, five whole minutes, she just swings in where she'd gotten ready. And when she lets go of her line, she lands on top of a rather stupid-looking guy holding an AK-47.

She grins, a grin that has scared bigger people than the ones she's found herself in the midst of, and then starts to run. She leaps off the ground and...

A foot off of one person's chin propels her up and backward. She plans her landing, sweeping the feet out from under another. Before he even lands she's launched toward a pair that think they're safe, sliding under their gunfire and standing up, suddenly behind them. Their heads hit each other with an audible -crack-, and she barely pauses, heading for another set. A thrown bolt she picks up off the floor caroms off of the forehead of the guy she leg-swept, and by the time the sound is audible she's already menacing the next batch.

She's showing off. Must be in a mood.

Tim Drake has posed:
Guns guns guns. Why must it always be guns? Red Robin grabs one of the railings with a gauntleted hand as the fireworks start, swinging down off the catwalk and... alley oop! back up around as soon as 140lbs of angry ninja girl facehugs Gun Goon before using him as a springboard. Red Robin smirks. "Thanks for the assist," he calls after her, as he takes that moment of distraction to snatch the gun from his hands while simultaneously looping a cord around his wrists. Gun goes bye-bye.

So does Red Robin, who uses the rest of the cord to bungie to the ground, roughly yanking gun-dude to face flat on the catwalk.

He tucks and rolls as he releases the cord, rolling behind one of the half-chopped cars. "Attention, idiot mafia goons. You are in Jersey, and this is Bat territory. This is your one and ONLY warning to get OUT." Since it's highly unlikely they file up and move out, Red Robin shrugs, and slings out his collapsible bo, the stick making a disturbing sonic whistle as it spins open. "Well, guess this is the hard way, Orphan." And he dives into, bo spinning and striking.

David Corriea has posed:
    David waits for the person to come out before grabbing the gun and disarming the man, the sound of electricity is heard with those blows and he falls. David begins to move along, sensing the electrical explosion. He uses this opportunity to sneak in and hide amongst the cars. He then looks to the kid with the staff. That was red robin, one of batman's lackeys. Seems he isnt the only gothamite here.

Leland Owlsley has posed:
As the carnage caused by Red Robin, David and Orphan echoes through the cannery, Hope would notice the old manager's office, and a open laptop. Perhaps you could find some useful information in there?

As the fighting continued, one of the Irish mobsters stumbles back from a rather nasty punch and falls onto of a cargo crate, breaking it open. The crate contained what appeared to be cuban cigars. They appeared to be using car to smuugle these things across The States. At the same time this happned, a large, muscular gangster emerges from the shadows, weilding a Light Machine Gun. He snarls angrily and begins to shoot widly at the heroes.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope is a big fan of guns. They're great! You can use them from a distance, it doesn't matter if you're small. These ones usually require ammo, which is a point against them, but still. Guns are great.

In fact, Hope scoops one up as she moves swiftly across the warehouse in a low crouch, all too happy to let the others take the brunt of the attention. The way she checks for ammo and the safety speaks of long familiarity and practice, barely a glance spared before she's assessing the attackers again, making sure that her path is clear.

She's almost to the laptop when the big guy comes out with the machine gun. Nobody here is looking like they can soak bullets like that. With a last glance to make sure her target is still there, she looks away from the laptop to fire three shots at the man with the machine gun - two at center mass and one at his head. Then she ducks back down again, continuing toward her goal.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Orphan slides through a small window of reloading, taking down another guy with a poke to his solar plexus. She turns, not seeing anyone at the moment, and then hears the report of a gun close by. Having not kept anyone in her mental image of the place over there, she frowns a bit. Then she starts to leap up, get a vision of what's going on.

And stumbles, the pain starting to make itself known. She quickly puts a hand on the shoulder, then realizes it's hit the lung.

Still not aware of the exact location of the shooter, she ducks low. Goes to ground, and hides. Five, ten seconds pass, and a shadow shaped like her appears behind a guy who's ducked into a corner. The gun goes silent. So does he.

And then Cassandra staggers into sight, signalling for an exit from Tim. Yes, staggers.

Tim Drake has posed:
Cass staggering? Not good. Red Robin heads her way, glancing at... what are those? CUBANS? Seriously? Why bother smuggling those, they've been legal for years... oh, yeah, he does grab a couple for evidence, tucking them in the utility belt as he dodges and slides across the floor towards Orphan. Though he suspects that this eveidence will disappear from the lab and into Rose's lungs. Ah well.

He skids up to Cass, sliding to a slow as with one hand, he shoots the grapple back up towards the catwalk, and the other arm grabs the ninja girl around the waist. "Alley oop," he mutters as they are rocketed up to the catwalk near where Tim busted in the windows earlier.

David Corriea has posed:
    David ducks as the gunfire comes. Causing electrcity to arc between his arms, amplifying it with each second it is arced. He finally builds up enough of a charge and leaps, firing a bolt of electricity at the man's gun. The idea was to cook the bullets in the gun, cause it to explode. Noticing the girl and Red robin retreating he hopes he provides enough of a distraction for them.

Leland Owlsley has posed:
As the man is pelted with bullets from Hope, his eyes widen as he collapses. At the same time, his gun explodes, taking much of his torso with him. The cannery was now errily quiet as the prone bodies of knocked out or dead gangsters littered the abandoned building.

Hope Summers has posed:
Which means it's time to go. Hope snatches up the laptop, lifting up the back of her oversized coat long enough to slip the laptop between her back and her waistband. Once she lets the coat back down...Well, it's hard to tell there's anything there.

With the information collected, there's no more reason for her to linger here, especially not alone. And having shot someone. //This// Scott would probably pitch a fit about that. Hands going back into her pockets, she slips back into the shadows until she's outside the warehouse, head ducked and shuffling away like any other denizen of the streets.

Cassandra Cain has posed:
Orphan, who is clearly hurt, hides it as well as she can until she's out of sight. The guy giving them cover seemed to be alright, and the lady with the gun. She gives Tim a thumbs-up, but doesn't reach for her grapple. That above anything is a sign that she's not trusting her body. And that's huge.

So she lets someone else drive, just this once. And idly goes over ways she could have done better in her head. Next time, she'll case the place more.

Who am I kidding, no I won't.

Tim Drake has posed:
Red Robin makes his way out, leaving the warehouse and those within to their own devices. "This was a waste," he grouses. He does pile Cass into the passenger side of the Red Bird, in full Bat mobile conversion, and wheels out, heading back to Gotham. "Bludhaven. God, this is why I never go out to the burbs."

David Corriea has posed:
    David begins to leave. He saw Hope leaving and got a good look at her face so he can see if he can find her again. He begins to make his way to his car and drive back to gotham himself. He didnt kill anyone so there was that.