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|Date of Scene=2020/10/31
|Location=The International Hotel - Downtown New York City
|Synopsis=While investigating an attempted assassination of a diplomats son, three mercenaries brazenly pretend to be SHIELD agents but are caught in the act.
|Cast of Characters=568,196,733,1909,566,359
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:568|Bobbi Morse (568)}} has posed:'''<br>It was a rude awakening for many people in The International Hotel, downtown New York City. A car outside the hotel suddenly exploded. The police and firefighter response was rapid, as was the FBI when they learned whose car it was. Saudi Arabian diplomat to the USA Naasif el-Lodi.<br><br>Though, it wasn't the diplomat driving the car, it was instead his son. The FBI were quick to determine that Naasif was out of the country, but his son Abdut was not. He was a guest in the hotel after a very large party the night before in their largest hall.<br><br>These details aren't enough to get SHIELD involved. The police have the street closed, the FBI are wandering around.. no, SHIELD is here because the explosion was so hot part of the street had melted and the flag stand for the hotel had toppled over. SHIELD is here because the moment Naasif found out his son's car was blown up, he called in favours.<br><br>The FBI was not happy that SHIELD was here. Bobbi Morse had just finished showing her identification to their lead investigator, Agent Trun, when he motioned to his men to move away from the scene. The SHIELD science van was here as well as a few SHIELD SUVs and Agents of SHIELD were beginning to spread out amongst the area, checking the bits of car-shrapnel that remained.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>SHIELD investigation scene? That means there's a van somewhere with equipment to be used on the field by the nerdlings on duty!<br><br>Daisy is one, part time, so she had brought her gear, mostly computerized tech that she had running on the van while she kept an eye out through a tablet she brought with her, wandering down not too far from Bobbi.<br><br>She is dressed in uniform, black and blue, high boots, tech gauntlets on her hands. She is currently going through communications just before the explosion, finger swiping left over and over as if she was on Tinder. Nope, nope, nope ...<br><br>"What do you think? Planted bomb?" she looks around the area, frowning. "A missile of some kind?" she was looking at the area, mmm'ing while looking at the scans at the same time.<br><br>This was going to be a long night apparently.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:733|Leopold Fitz (733)}} has posed:'''<br>Not too hot, not too cold. Not out in the middle of nowhere, but right in a major metropolitan center. No hours-long flight to get to where they need to be with the same waiting before they can get back to the Triskelion. And an interesting little question to ruminate over and examine to boot. Is it any wonder that Agent Leopold Fitz is almost content on this particular assignment? "Now this is what I'm talking about," he murmurs to himself. Heck, if he gets hungry there's even street vendors near by. Okay, it's not an exotic locale and he's certainly not in a tux. But it will do. It will definitely do. <br><br>For the moment Fitz's drones are still packed away, waiting in the back of the nearby van. Instead the young agent is circling around the explosion sight, mapping out the blast radius and taking a full spectrum of sensor sweeps of that zone, just sweeping up information as he goes. There is certainly no shortage of it and his brow furrows ever so slightly as he goes over that data, seeing what he can make of it -- and insuring that it is safe before he lets that meandering, circling path begin to wind in closer and closer to the heart of the explosion. "Still gathering data. The debris pattern will tell us that. If it was planted, all the debris will have blown outwards. If it was something external the debris pattern will primarily be blown in one direction," he replies to Daisy absently, biting his bottom lip as he remains entirely immersed in the science of it all.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1909|Levian (1909)}} has posed:'''<br>On the floor in the van, his third eye open as he stares across the area, Levian is taking in the hot spots and scribbling on a piece of paper with a few shades of markers, ranging from blues to oranges, and he writes numerous temperatures on the various shades. <br><br>While of course SHIELD has plenty of equipment for temperature readings, he tries to offer more data in case further insight can be gained from his senses. <br><br>"Agent Fitz." he says, standing up and straightening the denim jacket that he keeps over his blue SHIELD trainee bodysuit, he offers the piece of paper. "I tried to draw how I'm seeing the temperatures. I don't know if it'll help. Compare it with the drone creatures?" he asks, seeming unsure about the various science things, but trying his best to help.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:566|Natasha Cranston (566)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of Man?</span><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the heart of her Sanctum, Natasha looks over the copy of the incident report that Officer Mackenzie had forwarded to the Shadow and frowns. The intensity of the explosion, combined with the fact that apparently no one had seen anything amiss with the car until it exploded into slag, suggests a <span class="bold_fg_n bg_n ++ h">very</span> high grade explosive. Military grade, at a minimum. Hard to get hold of, even for organized crime -- and for that matter, even the Cartels would hesitate to use it casually, this far from their usual turf. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She closes the folder, then turns her attention to her files on the diplomat and his son...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Abdut's record -- his real one, the one that includes the charges his father has made vanish -- is about as clean as can be expected from a spoiled frat boy living off his father's money. Naasif, on the other hand... The Shadow's information network does not quite reach into classified diplomatic information -- yet -- but her grandfather taught her to read between the lines, and <span class="bold_fg_n bg_n ++ h">Colonel</span> el-Lodi's former military career has quite a few <span class="bold_fg_n bg_n ++ h">interesting</span> omissions. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still, the boy hasn't done anything irredeemable yet, and even if he had he doesn't deserve to die for his <span class="bold_fg_n bg_n ++ h">father's</span> sins.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She rises, reaching for the hat and scarf lying on the desk next to her and slips them on, signalling Benny to have his cab around. The Shadow wants a closer look at the scene of the crime...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:359|Frank Castle (359)}} has posed:'''<br>The context of the explosion (and the type of bomb) has also attracted someone who normally doesn't bother with observing agency work. On top of that, another investigation the Punisher was involved in had led him here...<br><br>Now, he was observing from a building across the street through electronic binoculars, zooming in on the damage with them from a window. "What's the word on cause, Microchip?" The Punisher asked over commlink to his partner, "I don't recall anything like this on the black market lately."<br><br>With visual confirmed and SHIELD on scene, the Punisher places the binoculars in his gear web... and starts to head down to the bottom of the building... and exits out into the open air.<br><br>Yes, the Punisher, in full regalia (white skull vest included) and a loaded gear web, just came into the open right in front of a massive scene of cops, hands to the sides and open, showing no weapons.<br><br>"I NEED TO SPEAK WITH SOMEONE FROM SHIELD!" The Punisher grates out.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:568|Bobbi Morse (568)}} has posed:'''<br>Bobbi continues to argue with the FBI Agent in charge even as SHIELD begins to take over the scene. Fitz searching around the vehicle. Other agents start recording locations of debris and bagging them. An Agent wanders out of the hotel and draws Bobbi away for a moment and a few words.<br><br>Suddenly, the Punisher is there.. "Frank fucking Castle?!," says FBI Agent Trun. There are guns, lots of guns trained on him. Police and FBI alike are shouting at him to surrender his weapons even as he's shouting back to them that he needs to see someone from SHIELD.<br><br>Agent Grammit approaches and holds out his hands, no weapon in them. "I'm Agent Grammit, of SHIELD." He clearly wants the police and FBI to not start shooting their guns, "Mr. Castle... what is it you want?"<br><br>Bobbi looks up at the commotion and sees The Punisher. She's only ever seen pictures of him before and of course Agent Carter's description of him. "Really? don't tell me he's behind this." Over comms she says, &lt;If he wants to talk, take him over to my SUV I'll meet you there&gt;. She heads that way now even as Agent Trun says, "Are you kidding me? you're not going to arrest him? what kind of dog and pony show are you runnin' here Agent Morse?!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>The search through comms and cameras seems to bear fruits, Daisy grinning widely when she finds a match. "Ah!" She sends the footage over to Fitz. "Some guy dumped a package under the car at ..." and she checks the time. " ... 5 am..." she then frowns. Delivery guy, cap on his face. "It's all very professional though. Why would people be wanting this guy dead?" she asks to noone in particular. "Though your readings might confirm it was an explosion under the car." she says after a moment, a glance then to Levian. "Good initiative there, trainee. Keep your eyes peeled in case something else comes up to your senses.." she advises.<br><br>Though then there seems to be a commotion. She quirks her brows, watching the Punisher's approach and whistling. "That's something we don't see every day..." she has one of her hands on her holstered ICER, looking at Bobbi briefly before glancing at Trun with a 'who the f... are you to be contesting a senior agent!'<br><br>"Let me guess, you were just reassigned from Alaska?" Maybe that would explain why he'd be saying those things!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:733|Leopold Fitz (733)}} has posed:'''<br>He continues to sweep that device over the site of the blast, the debris patterns still intact for the most part -- thankfully -- and the various spectrum sweeps revealling interesting data. Familiar data, in point of fact, which is just a little concerning. Fitz's brow remains furrowed, hardly even glancing up as Levian makes his way over. His gaze fixed on the scanning tool in hand, he extends the other without so much as looking at the other agent, simply taking what he's handed. <br><br>Clearly a little taken aback at the sketch he's provided -- and all colored within the lines too, very nice! -- Fitz glances over towards Levian, a faintly dubious expression on his face. "And you're sure this is all accurate?" he asks, probably rhetorically. Certainly he acts as if it is. "Then yeah, this helps," he says. Stepping away from the apparent epicenter of the blast, he gestures towards Levian even while calling out to Agent Johnson. "The debris pattern confirms it. The explosive device was definitely planted beneath the vehicle itself," he confirms. <br><br>With that part of the answer confirmed, Ftiz gives a nod of thanks towards Levian, trotting back to the SHIELD van in question, quickly unzipping one of the big duffle bags he seems to inevitably carry everywhere on these sorts of ops. In mere moments a pair of those drones are airborn, sweeping in close to the little crater and pronounced burning on the pavement, gathering up samples for chemical analysis. <br><br>There's a reason these drones are increasingly common in SHIELD field investigations. Obviously the mobility is a plus. But so too is the advantage of getting detailed analysis right on site. And as that data continues to come in Fitz's demeanor tightens noticable. He first glances around, looking for Agent Morse -- the little issue with the notorious Frank Castle completely going over his head, lost in his own little investigation. But it isn't hard to see that she's busy. So instead he quickly moves over to where Daisy is lecturing Trun. "Ahhh, sorry to interrupt Daisy. But we've got a problem," he says before lowering his voice, trying not to be overheard. "The device, it was one of ours. Or at least I helped to develp it. It was shelved because we just couldn't solve the stability issues," he murmurs quietly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:566|Natasha Cranston (566)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With all the excitement, nobody really pays any attention to traffic, and even if they did, a yellow cab passing by and slowing down near the curb isn't particularly noteworthy. A more alert observer might have noticed that the door opened without anyone stepping out -- but there are no alert observers when the Shadow chooses not to be seen.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Castle is spared one glance and a thought, but the notion is almost immediately discarded. While the Punisher would certainly have had means, motive and opportunity, he'd almost certainly have targeted the father, not the son -- and most importantly, he wouldn't have missed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This early in the morning is a bit harder to stay concealed, but as long as Frank Castle is holding the bulk of everyone's attention, human eyes are easily turned away...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1909|Levian (1909)}} has posed:'''<br>Levian's third eye can pick up a few things. Even if limited, it does those limited things well enough. It can see heat through objects, certain things above three dimensional space, and magic. <br><br>His other senses are more like a particularly good dog. The commotion outside does get his attention, Agent Fitz draws him back with his question, and he nods, slightly hunched with his poor posture. "Yes. That's how my third eye sees heat. The closer something is to being fire, the easier it is to see. So I drew that, and learned human measurements so that it'd be useful." <br><br>He goes quiet after that, listening, observing, trying to learn a bit more about how Fitz and Daisy operate with each other.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:359|Frank Castle (359)}} has posed:'''<br>As everyone speaks and does their own thing, Frank... goes to the ground, kneeling, and puts his hands behind his back.<br><br>The Punisher's going to arrest position, without being prompted.<br><br>He, apparently, really /does/ want to talk. Though he doesn't seem to be all that interested in doing the police's job for him. Making /them/ take his weapons if they're so inclined.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:568|Bobbi Morse (568)}} has posed:'''<br>Agent Trun glares at Agent Johnson and points a finger at the FBI emblem on his jacket, "I'm FBI. You SHIELD agents are all alike!," he says with annoyance and throws up his arms and storms over to his FBI van. Probably to try and listen in on things now that his jurisdiction has been stomped all over.<br><br>An Agent steps up in front of Bobbi as she's heading to her SUV and salutes her. She's never seen him before, but he's dressed the part and has an ICER at his side. "Ma'am Director Hand wishes to know where the diplomats son is at," he says.<br><br>Bobbi is surprised by this and looks around for the level 8 Victoria Hand.. but she's not here. "Ah, let her know he's being moved from the hotel to a safehouse shortly," she says, her mind trying to solve several problems at once.<br><br>She continues over to the SUV and turns on a field jammer, placing it on the bonnet of the car so the FBI can see they're not going to get anything from this exchange with Castle. Her mind keeps flicking back to that agent though and her eyes wander over the investigation field. Fitz looks troubled, Levian.. she's not sure she's met him yet either. New faces. There's two more faces she doesn't recognise.<br><br>She holds up a finger to Castle and says in to comms, "Johnson.. do an ID check of all Agents please." An Agent gets in to the van and sits down at the computers, plugs in an dongle, and begins to type. Another starts walking over to the hotel and the one that just asked her a question wanders over to a shadow and begins talking in to a comms piece not connected to the SHIELD network.<br><br>The Agent motions Frank to rise and takes him over to Morse at her SUV. "Mr. Castle," she begins, "I can't say I ever thought I'd be meeting you face to face." Two months ago she'd have a hand on her ICER just in case this suddenly turned violent - now? she's beginning to trust that her body can do far more than she had ever imagined. "Please tell me this isn't your doing and that you're here to help?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Not that Daisy doesn't look at the Punisher with a wary eye, a glance to Bobbi and a nod. She better be sure of what she's doing! &lt;Ours?&gt; She asks of Bobbi's request with a quirked brow. But she starts on doing it. Trun is ignored mostly. FBI, pfffttt! Don't talk to me, pleb!<br><br>She is a bit distracted though, looking around again, a frown. "Something here isn't right.." She murmurs. Is it more people than it shows to the eye? She looks around her again, towards perhaps a particular shadow trying to keep undetected. She shakes her head as she sees nothing there..<br><br>But then her eyes follow to the man walking to the hotel. "Those gloves. I feel a kinship." she says through comms, "As if..." she blinks and begins to walk there. The results on her search to come up. Expired badges but she has yet to look at her tablet. Instead she is approaching the Agent.<br><br>"Hey, got a moment?" she asks.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:733|Leopold Fitz (733)}} has posed:'''<br>It is a bit of a juggling act as Fitz attempts to keep an eye on the drone feeds and the data they're relaying back to him as well as that portable scanner and of course the tablet he fumbles with in his hands to try and keep track of most of it. For the moment at least the young agent appears more interested in fumbling with that tablet then in the live data that is streaming to him, tapping at it as it establishes a secure connection with the SHIELD servers, confidential files loading a moment later. <br><br>"Sounds like you have your own issues. I'll try to be quick," Fitz offers up hurriedly. He might not be a social butterfly, definitely tending towards the reserved side, that isn't always the case when he's in his element. And this is his element. It remains to be seen just how quick he'll manage. "The explosive is G-157. Extremely unstable, which is why we shelved development. Particularly when the temperature isn't pretty static," he explains. "The bomb probably wasn't meant to go off when it did, which is probably why it missed it's target. The temperature variation from the time it was planted to when it went off would have been enough to cause the detenation," he explains. <br><br>This is definitely not exactly a speedy explanation and as Daisy rushes to follow Agent Morse's directives, Fitz's juggling act gets just a little too much to handle, dropping to one knee as he hurriedly taps at that tablet, sending out an alert to the other agents on scene. <br><br>--Stolen SHIELD explosives responsible for blast. G-167, extremely unstable. Reported sold on the Black Market by The Faux sometime ago. Only small amount of total accounted for with this blast. More still out there--<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1909|Levian (1909)}} has posed:'''<br>Levian sniffs the air as he stares at the other agent, his third eye staring at the agent's hands as it moves independently of his smaller, regular eyes. <br><br>He walks over to Fitz, leaning in to whisper. "Why are that agents' hands so hot? They're very bright." he asks, referring to his more magical sight, trying to subtly point at the agent who just entered the van with the computer dongle. "Seems like it would hurt a human to have hands so hot."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:566|Natasha Cranston (566)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If there's a downside to the Shadow's gifts, it's a certain weary cynicism that comes from looking at people and knowing whether and how they'd betray their own natures. It can grate sometime. The dedication of most SHIELD agents to their cause of protecting the world from its own worst excesses is almost refreshing -- and that makes the triad of sour notes stand out all the more. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not SHIELD... Mercenaries. Traitors. Blood on their hands, blood on their souls, for no more than profit. One is out of reach, another is being approached already and likely to be discovered, and the third... Is having an interesting, if discreet, conversation. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Natasha listens for a few moments, then acts. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A black-gloved hand seemingly materializes out of mist and shadow, grabbing the fake agent's wrist and squeezes, then yanks down, taking him to his knees and leaving him unable to ditch or destroy his comm. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"<span class="bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Before you question others you may want to look at your own first, Agent Morse,</span> the arm's black-clad owner comments as they wrench the comm from their victim's grasp and toss it casually toward Bobbi. "<span class="bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">His associate is attempting to discern where you're planning to hide their target. Expect an ambush.</span>"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:359|Frank Castle (359)}} has posed:'''<br>As the Punisher approaches Bobbi, his icy gaze centers on her. Anyone who can read people at all can usually see the sheer... cold fury that drives the Punisher in his eyes... and today is no different. One look in Frank Castle's eyes shows an icy resolve few men have.<br><br>"Frank Castle is dead. He has been for a decade." Then, he glances over to the agent at the hotel, "He's not one of yours. I'd recommend bringing him over here." He looks back to Bobbi, the ice in his eyes solidifying just a bit, "we need to have a chat with him. He's involved." The van where the agent just went in also gets a glance, "Same for him." He looks back to Bobbi. The dead seriousness of his tone making it clear he's not joking.<br><br>The yelling gets his attention briefly as the hand comes out of nowhere.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:568|Bobbi Morse (568)}} has posed:'''<br>The agent approaching the hotel is on a schedule. He needs to get to the diplomats son before they take him away. He pauses though when Daisy calls out to him. He composes himself, a pleasant smile adorned, he turns and looks to Agent Johnson, "Of course Agent what can I help you with?" He's not an agent Daisy has ever met before. He's got sturdy military boots on and has a wicked scar down his cheek. The kind of face one doesn't forget. He looks 'grizzled'. An ICER at his hips, and weird gloves on his hands.<br><br>The agent that just got in to the van gives a small nod to Levian and says, "Hey." But then looks back to the computers and begins to type.<br> obbi feels a buzz in her pocket and takes out her tablet as she scans across Fitz's message. G-167 explosives.. why does that sound familiar. She'll check for further details from him in a moment. She notices an Agent she doesn't recognise getting in to the van.<br><br>She narrows her eyes thoughtfully and then looks over at Quake catches up with one of the people she doesn't recognise. As Frank talks she glances over to the van and then her head turns sharply as a third is caught by a shadowy hand and the comms device it tossed over to her. She picks it up and hears &lt;Got it&gt;. There's a frown on her face and she nods to Castle, "The Punisher then.. and I think you're right," she says and stares with confusion at Natasha. "And whoever you are.."<br><br>The fake shield agent frowns as he is handled by someone behind him. He quick draws the ICER and shoots behind him three times, missing each time before the gloves he's wearing suddenly glow bright blue and he points it at a nearby police car. It lifts in to the air and then is thrown across the way toward the agents.<br><br>The fake shield agent with Quake realises the jig is up and his gloves glow blue too. He points one at Quake and with a pulse of gravity pushes her up and away, then turns and starts running in to the hotel.<br><br>The third fake shield agent slips out of the van and amidst the confusion attempts to slip away on to a police motorbike.<br><br>&lt;All Agents we have hostiles on sight dressed as SHIELD, detain them&gt; Bobbi calls out over comms and then switches channels, &lt;This is Agent Morse, package is under attack, change to alt route B&gt;.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"The faux again....?" Daisy is just finishing saying that, looking down at her tablet to see those names as being expired ones. "Care, these agents aren't--" and then all hell breaks loose. Shadow hands, a car being thrown out...<br><br>She lifts one hand up instinctively when the false agent near her does the same, she producing a force field of defense, perhaps expecting a blast of some kind... Of course that gravity isn't that kind of power so ..., she gets tossed up and up and away...!<br><br>To the moon? Not quite... She points her hands behind her and makes the air to vibrate hard, as if she was flying but on reverse. Attempting to /stop/ her flying. She finds a stable point mid-air.<br><br>"They got powers. There's three of them. One neutralized, the other running into the hotel.. Anyone got eyes on the third?" she asks but then she is flying up above, nearing the hotel to go in through a window. "I am going after the runner." she calls out, starting to fly into the hotel to pursue.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:733|Leopold Fitz (733)}} has posed:'''<br>Rapidly typing away, he does not immediately glance up, even as Levian slips over to join him once more, quickly sending out that message across the onsite team. Only then does he look up from his electronic toys -- such wonderful toys -- following the other agents gaze in the direction of one of the false agents. "Hot? What are you talking about? Wait, you can see heat patterns?" he asks in a rush. Not that it should be that much of a surprise. Fitz can do the same! So long as he has a piece of advanced technology at his disposal. <br><br>Hastily the gifted scientific agent tries to retask one of those drones to check out what is up with the indicated agent, those spectrum scans quickly registering what Levian has already brought to his attention. Not that he really needs that confirmation anymore mind. Because by now those gloves are glowing bright blue. "What the..." Fitz begins. <br><br>But before he can offer up either explanation or warning, Daisy is airborn, thrust away. Then one of the police cars joins her and Fitz is awfully glad to be on the ground already. While he might feel slighted that promises from the fifties and sixties have yet to deliver on the promise of flying cars -- except Lola of course -- these particular ones are not what he's looking for. "Ahhh, you might want to get down. Or find cover," he urges, swinging his gaze about, looking for the same. <br><br>Even as his gaze swings wildly about, he is also drawing his ICER from the holster at his side, looking for threats. And while not exactly a threat, he does spot the fleeing fake agent jumping on one of the police motorcycles. "We have another one fleeing the scene," he belts out, though who might be listening to him in all the chaos is less clear. <br><br>Instinctively that sidearm swings up, drawing a bead on the fake agent on the motorcycle, lining up a shot...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1909|Levian (1909)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hold on, I'll try something!" Levian is trying to keep up, as it's clear he's far from used to these missions. This is his first real official one, after all. <br><br>He drops down to all fours and rushes from the van, then stands just enough to start drawing flaming magical sigals in the air with his fingers. Then, placing two fingers together, he pulls them apart to form a javalin made of flames in between the two of them, and then runs just enough to //toss// it at the motorcycle the man escaped on. <br><br>He's unsure of what Daisy's doing, though he does hunch down, as Fitz requested, even if he might be in a poor spot to do so after leaving the van.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:566|Natasha Cranston (566)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A tall figure in a form-concealing black greatcoat, blue eyes blazing with an almost inhuman light out from under the brim of a slouch hat, a dash of red concealing the rest of the face -- that is all anyone has time to see before the merc opens fire and the Shadow seemingly evaporates back into fog and mocking laughter. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The merc's other shots hit nothing but air -- and throwing the police car takes up enough of his attention that he doesn't see the fist blurring into solidity just before it takes him on the chin, or the follow-up that grabs and locks his arm and pulls him off balance for another close date with the pavement.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:359|Frank Castle (359)}} has posed:'''<br>When it becomes clear the two are running, The Punisher glances to the one that's running to the hotel, pulls out a Glock pistol from his gear web in a quick draw, and aims right for the back of his neck.<br><br>*BANG*<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:568|Bobbi Morse (568)}} has posed:'''<br>The fake agent running for the hotel watches with satisfaction as Daisy goes flying off in to the air. He turns and starts running for the target. Their window is so small now. Which is when he is suddenly gasping for air. The bullet, the aim, perfect. Frank hits his mark. It hits him in the back of the neck right on his SHIELD armor. He drops to his knees and coughs and splutters for air.. and then Daisy is back. He rasps as he pushes himself back up and barely chokes out, "Impossible." Instead, he lifts a glove and throws her in to the wall and starts sprinting down the hallway and in to the kitchen, heading for the alley around back.<br><br>The fake agent fighting The Shadow has made the distraction and when he feels himself free he rises back up and starts to make his exit when *wham* he takes a punch and is grappled. He shoots his ICER again and hits nothing. One hand pinned behind him he points his gloved hand down and rockets up in to the air. There is panicked but practiced motion in his fighting as he imagines something attacking him and expects to block and sometimes does. He hopes he can dislodge this.. whatever it is.. in the air. One hand acting like a guiding thruster, he is making his escape, with or without The Shadow.<br><br>The third fake agent is on the police bike and making a break for it. Then.. fire magic. The fire javelin soars through the air and slices through the bikes front tire and he goes head over handle bars. He tucks to roll out of it.. and in mid air, Sniper Fitz nails him with an ICER. He hits the ground indeed.. still tucked but paralysed. Police jump all over him. Bobbi stares in wonder at the sudden explosion of violence and touches her comms listening to the FBI line &lt;Package is en route, no hostiles engaged&gt;.<br><br>Bobbi looks at Frank sharply when he shoots and says, "Non lethal." He had the same idea already though. She looks up in the air and says to Frank, "Stay here. I have a lot of questions." Her flowing cape snaps in to the shape of wings and glows purple and she jumps up in to the air, flying after the fake agent trying to get away.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Being tossed for the /second/ time tonight makes a Daisy angry. But she also gets her air knocked out of her lungs when she hits that wall hard, dropping down to a knee and coughing out. She looks at the exit the man is running off to, sending a blast of vibration to try and disrupt the man's advance.<br><br>"Target exitting through the back. Intercept him on the alley on the side." she advises.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:733|Leopold Fitz (733)}} has posed:'''<br>There has never been any doubt in Fitz's mind about where he provides the most value to SHIELD. And in truth, where he is most comfortable. It's the lab. Definitely the lab. His beautiful, state of the art, climate controlled lab. But after a couple of years rarely leaving the walls of the Triskelion -- and maybe with a little prodding from his equally brilliant counterpart -- he has tried to position himself for the occasional bout of field work. This sort of field work. But regardless of whether you're bagging and tagging samples and providing surveillance, you still need to qualify on the range. <br><br>Despite the drilling over and over again, Fitz still had a few doubts that if push came to shove about how things would go if he ever needed to discharge his firearm. Now he has. And chalk one up for muscle memory, because apparently regular drilling really does work. <br><br>For a moment he lets himself get distracted, surprised as his shot seems to fly true and find his target. But only for a moment. Even as the police swarm the downed man, he is scrambling to reclaim his tablet and the drone controls. <br><br>"Eyes in the sky going up," he reports tersely as that small squadron of drones launches itself into the air around the suddenly chaotic street, fanning out as he begins to route that surveillance directly to the other agents on site.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:566|Natasha Cranston (566)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The person grappling him may not look solid, but they certainly <span class="bold_fg_n bg_n ++ h">feel</span> solid - and weigh solid, too. Plus, while the repulsors can provide for flight, they're meant to be used in tandem, and right now one of them is pressed right against his own back, held in place by a surprisingly strong grip. With double the expected weight and half the expected thrust, the ascent is anything but quick or graceful -- and that's before you factor in the arm snaking around his neck and applying a sleeper hold. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Between the exertion and the sudden lack of oxygen going to his brain, consciousness starts fading out quickly... Which, admittedly, may be something of a problem for the Shadow on his back, because they're entirely too far up to land safely without something to break their fall...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:359|Frank Castle (359)}} has posed:'''<br>When it becomes clear SHIELD has the rest of the runners in hand, the Punisher waits patiently as he watches Bobbi take off on her cape wings.<br><br>A moment later, Fitz gets a glance from Frank, "Nice shot, kid." Before the Punisher is walking over to the man he downed, intending to knock him out by choke hold. "Fuck waiting."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1909|Levian (1909)}} has posed:'''<br>Levian looks back at Fitz, smiling at his shot. Then he says, in his own casually subdued way, with an awkward thumbs up. Humans like thumbs up, right? "Rip and tear, Agent Fitz." <br><br>Then, standing up straight, he starts to head back for the van, mostly waiting for further orders before doing anything else. Things are already getting a bit wild.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:568|Bobbi Morse (568)}} has posed:'''<br>Frank cuts the man off as he attempts to make his get away. He doesn't recognise the Punisher per-se, but knows the brand. "Oh shit," he says and goes in to combat mode to block the grapple, which leaves him open for the pulse from Quake, knocking him over and against the wall, which then makes it easy for Frank to get the choke hold and knock him out.<br><br>Bobbi takes to the sky and with the aid of Fitz's drones, suddenly her goggles light up with tactical. Just in time as the airborne fake agent fires his ICER down at Bobbi. The Falcon software instantly does an evade for her. She catches up quickly, or perhaps just in time, as the fake agent in the air loses consciousness from the choke hold The Shadow has on him. Bobbi wraps an arm about him and is more than a little surprise to find she's also got an arm around another person. "So you are real.. I have questions for you too," she says to The Shadow and flies them back down to the ground.<br><br>The remaining agents gather in and take in to custody all three of the fake shield agents - the mercenaries that they had identified. All three unconscious for the time being. They are loaded in to a van to be taken back to the Triskelion for interrogation.<br><br>Bobbi's wings collapse back in to being a cloak and she looks at the group. Her eyes turn to Frank and she says, "You're not under arrest, but I want to hear what you have to say. Come with me back to the Triskelion please." She says this with a nod of appreciation, then to The Shadow she says, "And you too, please. If you will. I appreciate you both helping."<br><br>Bobbi lifts up her tablet and sees more info about the G-167 there and she replies to Fitz with an animated emoticon of an archery target and an arrow going *thwong* right in to the dead center. Agent Devonue turns up mere moments behind Daisy, ICER drawn. He asks, "Are you okay Agent Johnson?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Quake eventually finds her footing again, rolling shoulders and moving out to that same alleyway. Perhaps to also make sure the choke hold doesn't turn into strangling someone to death. Not on her watch at least! The question from the Agent moving in behind her has her nodding sharply. "Just my ego that was needled." damn gravity powers! But she offers a thumbs up over her shoulder at Devonue.<br><br>"Everyone else fine?" She asks over comms. "Can you believe the nerve on these guys? Trying to look as if they were agents like us?" She shakes her head to herself slowly.<br><br>Not smart! And there were FBI! Maybe they should had went for those...<br><br>"And Fitz, you deserve a kitkat after that one." Chocolate offerings for R&amp;D!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1909|Levian (1909)}} has posed:'''<br>"Daisy! I mean, Agent Quake! Agent Fitz seems to have human warrior blood in him, it's nice." Levian seems excited enough, looking to Fitz, then to Daisy. "I don't know what a Kitkat is, but I want one too." he decides. <br><br>It sounds like food.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:566|Natasha Cranston (566)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Between the hat and the scarf - both of which have somehow stayed in place throughout the fight and brief flight - it's hard to make out any facial expressions, but the Shadow's eyes crinkle in what is probably an amused smile. "<span class="bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">I'm pleased to know my reputation precedes me,</span>" they reply as their feet touch the ground again. "<span class="bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr">Very well. It seems we have things to talk about - although I do hope you'll understand that some secrets will remain mine to keep.</span>" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A gentlemanly half-bow, perfectly courteous -- but just a hint of steel in that intense gaze, a line politely but firmly drawn...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:733|Leopold Fitz (733)}} has posed:'''<br>Now that it high praise indeed, knowing just how much Daisy prizes those chocolate treats! He does allow himself a tight smile as he continues to guide those drones until the last of the phony SHIELD agents are taken care of. Only then does he turn back to his other task, putting those drones to work insuring the crime scene is intently surveyed and recorded for further analysis. <br><br>The fake agents, the stolen SHIELD explosives -- even all the outside interest. There will definitely be things to review when they get back to the Triskelion.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:359|Frank Castle (359)}} has posed:'''<br>Without a word, the Punisher hoists the man over his shoulder like a ragdoll and tosses him in the van with the rest, before he moves to sit down with the other SHIELD operatives.<br><br>His pistol is holstered as the Punisher looks to Fitz, then turns his head to regard the three fake agents... observing them for now silently.<br> <br>
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