4445/Spiders and Insects, Working Together...

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Spiders and Insects, Working Together...
Date of Scene: 20 December 2020
Location: Financial District
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Peter Parker, Ted Kord, Jessica Drew




Peter Parker has posed:
Usually, spending time with the boss can mean any number of things. Usually, it's team-building. On the high-end, it's enjoying a retreat on some yacht.
On the low end, it's the same yacht, only YOU are the entertainment.

Peter Parker has nobler aims tonight. He has been working on a few things, and checks the diagnostic in the suit, before opening a new chat window.

<Beetle, it's Spidey. I'm on the Chase Bank skyscraper in the Financial District. If you'd like to cash in on that offer of a patrol, respond in the affirmative.>

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord finds his throat mike control while juggling his wallet and some money. "Yeah, I'm down in about ten minutes. <Steak burrito> I'm at a Chipotle's (more guac thank you!> you want me to bring you something? They got churros <hang on a tick talking to a friend> I'm getting some dinner myself. Yeah about ten minutes." A couple of led lights flash as people take pictures. The Beetle smiles.

"Hey it's Spidey's papi! Como esta, papi. Donde esta Spidey?"

Ted stops smiling.

"You want anything? Otherwise I'm leaving! <Yeah he's eating schwarma if you want to know!>"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles. <I'm good. Yankee pot roast, green beans, mashed potatoes. Choc chip cookies for dessert. Brought along a dozen to share. No weirdness expected, but the unexpected is what gets you, so come ready with your A-game. Right now, I need the Blue Beetle. I'll see you when you get here.>

Spidey sits on the ledge, dangling his feet over the edge and 600 feet above the ground.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord sneers at 600 feet. He loves heights and a personal flying device is the Holy Grail of unpowered types. Well... not Alyx. He buzzes by the building and spots Spidey, killing his speed and circling around to come to a stop, eating his burrito. He pulls some napkins out and cleans up and holds his finger up in a 'wait a minute' sign. then he does a dead drop to the street to throw the trash in a waste basket. He flies back up, hiccuping.

"Hey, sorry, meeting went mate, no time to make dinner. I'd invite you and Aunt May over for dinner but you guys never did me any harm. When it comes to cooking... I'm a good engineer." He looks down between his feet.

"So... I'm used to flying a big Bug around. This sort of patrol is your thing. Plus I still have a few tweaks to make on the disks -don't worry I packed a chute. So I will follow your lead... Boss."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "Just Spidey. We don't do bosses here. Out here, you're my partner. We work together. We share information, ask questions...give advice. That's the deal, Blue Beetle. One thing I do hold to. Code names only in the field, even over comms. No slips, and others listening in on Spider-Comm know we're working."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord nods. "A wise decision. Excuse my indiscretion before, Spider-Man. Yeah a secure channel is secure till it isn't. Though six hunnerd feet up is a certain sort of security in itself, you never know, a lot of people fly these days." He looks around to make sure no one else is present. Then he folds his arms and says, "You have any likely targets, the guy with the arms? The electrical guy?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man shook his head. "Street crime for the most part. Patrol Route Three covers the southern end of Manhattan, and there are a few places we can stop at. I have a few spider-tracers running surveillance on a Maggia warehouse, a suspected Kingpin safehouse, and an abandoned office building run by a rich-kid gang called the Billionaire Boyz Club. Trust-fund babies, running girls and party drugs because they can get everything they want except risk."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord taps his shoulder. "I might have some angles on the Boys' Club." That's right, he disrespects the 'z'. Not like it's a hyphen.

"I mean it is sort of my socio economic status. Maybe I can spot something. Also, never got invited to parties when I was growing up. I'd love spreading a little karma around. But I will tend to the patrol route studiously." He snaps a salute.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey nods. "I learned how to set up these routes like speed runs they do for computer games. To cover he most ground in the least time."

Spidey fires a webline. "I'll talk using Spider-Comm while we run the route. the first stop is about ten miles away."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord nods. "All righty. I can hit about 150 on these things. But they're very noisy over 30 miles per. Just saying, if you want stealth I'll have a little trouble keeping up." He revs a disk to demonstrate. Scintillae of light flux about the plate. But Spidey has left. The Blue Beetle flashes off after him trailing light. "Dang the kid's fast!"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man coasts along at a leisurely 50 MPH, seeming to move almost effortlessly. <Beetle, we normally use open comms for this kind of work. We can send group messages like so.>
He switches to the Operations (Open) channel, then sends, <Running a patrol in southern Manhattan. Blue Beetle and I are working, but if anyone would like to meet the guy, sing out. Maybe we add a third to our patrol run.>

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord radios a roger. He shoots higher than Spider-Man to minimize his sound and trail and try to catchup without giving the game away. The disks are pretty quiet at 50 mph. He would have to try to muffle that sound n the future, and the trail. Scott's disks never had that. then again, Scott had a Mother Box. He had barely touched on that sort of God Tech before Scott left the League. "I'm pacing but well above you where I won't draw attention and behind you."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Who believes in downtime? A therapist might accuse her of being a workaholic to escape the "traumas" of her upbringing. Spider-woman pffts and blimeys at the idea. When you've got the powers use them, because who knows what tomorrow will bring? Besides, she is a long ways from burning out.

Black and red, crouched like a gargoyle she surveys what has become her domain; perched on the high ledge of a building looking twenty stories down is a contemplative moment for her. Hearing extended to the maximum, the cities noises churn into a mix of normal and non-criminal. She has an answer to that. Thumbing on the spider com, head to one side, she listens, then putting on an American accent, says, "Sup, Spidey?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey chuckles. <I've got your phone as a locator so I know where you are when you are fairly close. Helps to keep from swinging into you...>

He stops as Jessica comes on the line. <Hey, Spider-Woman! Me and the Blue Beetle are running a patrol. We're heading south along the east side of Manhattan. Come and join us if you're in the area.>

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord listens to the banter but stays silent. Hacked his phone? Probably tracking the radio signals from it. Still impressive. He transitions into a dive, using the energy he gains to maintain his speed while cutting his thrust.

Spider-Woman. Was there a Spider-Boy and -Girl as well, was it like the Super people. Didn't think he'd anybody who wanted to name themselves a variant of Blue Beetle. He didn't exactly choose it himself.

Jessica Drew has posed:
<"Don't mind if I do,"> comes the prompt response, all pretense of an American accent dropped for the crisp t's and d's of southern England. <"Be there in a tick."> An office cleaner glancing out the window of his last room watches a dark form swing from the building across the way and promises himself a day off.

Not ten minutes later, she presses the com to her ear as she swings along a dark alley. <"Nearly with you all.">

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey and tbe Blue Beetle are coming up on the first stop, a rather nondescript apartment building overlooking an office building.

On the way there, Spidey had expounded on their first stop.
<The Billionaire Boyz Club is run out of this office building. One of the fathers of the 'high council,' as it were, bought the building right after the 2008 real-estate crash. The sons say they are running an Influencer business out of it, but there is a lot of power usage, suggesting they have at least one server room, and possibly a lab where they make MDMA. Meth is cheaper, but they consider it 'beneath' them. Right now, I need to gather enough evidence to warrant a raid. New York is a one-party surveillance state, so as long as one person knows there is a recording, it is admissible as evidence...>

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord considers the situation. "Yeah. Well they aren't the Maggia. You could possibly get someone to testify. You could make copies of their files and hand it to the cops on the silver platter theory or CCTV footage. You could call the fire department on them if... say a smoke bomb went off. You can scare the crap out of them and make them stop. parking a metallic Bug overhead will turn their business to s***. Sorry this isn't my field for a couple years. If I had the Bug I'd be making an artificial cloud and tracing traffic and trying to find a purchaser I could squeeze."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Spider-woman follows the conversation over coms remaining silent until she swings into view of the apartment building. <"Bug 'em. Is that legally permissable?">

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey smiles as the pointer for Spider-Woman gets closer. <Actually, yes. I'm using a shotgun transceiver. One of the windows has the transmitter. That's where the signal is coming from. No invasion of the premises, so no crime was committed in its placement.>

He points to the approaching Spider-Woman and smiles. "There she is."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord waves to Spider-Woman and smiles. "Hiya." He turns back to Spider-Man. "I think if we get a client in the right circumstances we can get them to roll over. All you need do to a rich kid is convince them that daddy can't help. We need to find a couple of loose threads so to speak. Damn... a sub quantum inference device like the Bug had could be giving us screen shots. All right, let me shut up and see what we got and let you two catch up."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Spider-woman swings in to stop with barely a wobble. Looking from one to the other, "Evening. A nice night for bugging people, don't you agree? Have you started yet?" She grins widely, then ahems, "Sorry, the puns are just too good to pass up though spiders are not technically bugs, I understand."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey grins. "Hey there, Spider-Woman. Meet the Blue Beetle. You two can chat while I switch out memory cards."

He walks over to a corner of the ledge, where a satellite dish is pointed south. He crouches down, then opens the box connected to the dish, revealing it as a dummy box, with some wires leading to a small gizmo behind the ledge. He extracts a micro-SD card and slides another one into the empty slot. He closes the panel, plugging the card into a slot in the suit at waist-level...

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord shrugs. "'Bugs' is an informal and nonspecific term like 'crawlies' so no offense taken. You're getting some stocking stuffers from me Spidey." He gives Spider-Woman more attention since he doesn't want to appear to be looking over Spidey's shoulder. Which he is sort of.

"Nice to meet you. Any friend of Spider-Man's is a friend of mine." He extends his hand and bobs his head. Heroes do this instead of tipping hats or wht -removing masks?

Jessica Drew has posed:
Standing to her full height, Spider-woman takes his hand in a warm grip with a polite dip of her head. He can see her faint smile. "Like wise." No fear of kibitzing on her part places her directly behind Spider-Man, "Do you have a lot of material already?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "Voice-activated, 512 GB storage space. I get a notification from Spider-Comm when it starts getting close to full. So I'm going to listen to the audio files, try and get a line on their production, maybe pinpoint definitively where the lab is." He straightens, then says, "The next stop is the warehouse. Apparently a Maggia underboss, Richard Brennan, is handling moving SOMETHING through there, but I haven't been able to determine what so far."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord nods and seems satisfied with the specs given. "I can probably miniaturize a SQUID in a couple days. Make it backpack sized at least. That could tell us something. All right, off again." He lifts off the roof on his aero-disks and wait for the thwippin' to begin. "I have a night vision function on my goggles and body cam if that helps." He shifts his weight studying the effects on the disks.