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|Synopsis=SHIELD, GIRL, and PymTech are woken up at 3am by unexpected alerts from The Hospice. Despite their best efforts to intervene the Red Room trainees are taken, seemingly by none other than Natasha 'Black Widow' Romanoff?!
 
|Synopsis=SHIELD, GIRL, and PymTech are woken up at 3am by unexpected alerts from The Hospice. Despite their best efforts to intervene the Red Room trainees are taken, seemingly by none other than Natasha 'Black Widow' Romanoff?!
 
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Revision as of 22:05, 30 December 2020

Broken Mirrors: The Lost
Date of Scene: 30 December 2020
Location: Secret SHIELD Facility
Synopsis: SHIELD, GIRL, and PymTech are woken up at 3am by unexpected alerts from The Hospice. Despite their best efforts to intervene the Red Room trainees are taken, seemingly by none other than Natasha 'Black Widow' Romanoff?!
Cast of Characters: Nadia Pym-van Dyne, Bobbi Morse, Daisy Johnson, Janet van Dyne, Hank Pym, Vivian Vision




Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Things had been going well since the big kerfluffle in Siberia. The members of the newest class of the Black Widow Ops program at that facility had been recovered, along with members of the new Science Class. Intel on the Science Class was troubling to say the least, apparently the Red Room was trying to raise ultra loyal super scientists to build them super weapons using similar techniques to the original Black Widow program.

For the recovered orphans, life has been a mixed bag. For most it was the only life they had ever known. Some were utterly indifferent to the whole process, a few reacted positively to the increased food and lack of beatings, even if they didn't trust it. While others wanted to go back to the only life they had ever known. It would probably be enough to keep the counselors and psychiatrists assigned to the project busy for years to.

They would not have years though. The SHIELD facility where the girls were being kept was state of the art, a sort of combination group home and hospital fortified to keep intruders out and by unfortunate necessity to keep its residents in. There was heavy security, there were extensive sensors, and somehow none of the automated features worked in the end. The alert only comes, blaring across screens and notifying SHIELD and those connected to the project of something when an agent manages to escape and activate the warning system manually.

The safehouse is under attack and precious early warning has been completely lost.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    It's not Bobbi's shift to be awake. She was asleep. But the highly sensitive nature of the program and the fact that she'd been read in to 'Red Room' stuff since Clint had brought Natasha home with him meant she was woken up when the alarm went off. It always takes a few moments for the sudden surprise to translate in to awakeness as your heart races.

    A quick glance at the heart rate monitor on her wrist tells her that she was in deep sleep and the alarm had snapped her out of it fast. Clothing is donned and go-bag is grabbed, she rushes out in to the corridor and bangs on a few doors as she goes, one of which is Daisy's.

    She needs a team and she needs it fast. These girls had been through enough already, but they were Red Room and that meant certain levels of secrecy were involved. Daisy won't be pleased. She thumb texts on her phone as she rushes toward the hanger bag, <Quinjet #19 on the double>.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It's certainly not Daisy's shift either! In fact she had just gotten out of med bay after the saudi arabia heist... Powers are still busted but it's not as if doctors were finding anything abnormal right now so she had been let go. To rest. In theory... Of course that being part of SHIELD meant there were little times to rest... So when the knock comes the door opens shortly after. A rather awake Daisy peeks out, clearly not asleep at this moment but then a nod at the call. Time to gear up and go.

And if one is to be honest, she was pretty eager to get back into action. If only those occasional shakes on her arms stopped happening...

She grits her teeth as she gets into gear, wrapping tight bandages about her wrists and then she is off in uniform even if no gloves. The rest of her gear comes though, advanced laptop, SHIELD tech, the works!

"Where are we headed?" She asks once she gets into the Quinjet.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet rolls over in bed and slaps her alarm hard enough to knock it off the nightstand. It tumbles twice but continues to blare to the point she can't sleep anymore.

"Goddamnit, I swear I will /flense/ whomever's setting the alarm off." Janet gets out of bed and picks up her phone, trying to squint at the glaring red lettering.

Another oath slips Janet's mouth and she starts dashing around her penthouse suite, making a phone call with one hand and pulling on leotard at the same time. "JARVIS! Send a Quinjet to my penthouse right now!" she orders the Avenger's AI. "Red clearance, we've got an emergency incident at the girl's SHIELD housing."

Less than ten minutes later one of the Avenger Quinjets is hovering outside her balcony; Janet leaps into the open bay and takes the pilot's seat. "Clear me an air corridor," she orders JARVIS, and points the nose in the direction of SHIELD's facility. "Alert all Avengers assets in the area and connect me to Nadia if she calls."

The engines glow and then the jet bursts into reckless acceleration, zooming over New York's cityscape.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym wakes up. The advantage of being paranoid is you snap awake very easily. The alert on the tablet on his bed stand gets a scant look. He has different tones for different alarms. The scientist is already shrinking out of his pajamas and ant sized as he stands before an appropriately sized costume and kit. He slips the head set on and snaps orders, "Rover, prep for a cold launch. Nadia, Viv, meet me in the garage. I'll be mini-size, first one of you shows can pilot."

Kitted out he moves an electric plug aside to reveal a pneumatic tube. hank hops in and is shot through the house to pop out in the garage. He lands in a tiny control seat on Rover's dash.

"Girls!!!" He can yell loud even at 1/144 scale. Call it a gift.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Given the time of year Vivian is out and about visiting her extended Human family. Today, or rather this middle of the night, she's over at the Pym Residence. Having stopped by at some point to drop off hand knitted Holiday sweaters and then stuck around for a day or two.

Of course she doesn't have any need for sleep, so she's very quietly tidying the house when Doctor Pym starts shouting. "What is it Doctor Pym?" She calls back. "It's a little late for another attempt at making hot cocoa using a boiling tube."

And then one of her subpersonas tasked with monitoring communications comes back online, having been put into standby mode for the duration of the visit. A rapid check of the house communications systems, her own messages and an incoming call from JARVIS all say the same thing. Something very bad has probably happened.

The synthezoid teen drops the feather duster and races to Rover.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
It is a good thing there are far fewer flights at 3am, as air traffic over Western New York is diverted to allow a direct flightpath for the trio of incoming aerial vehicles. The facility in question lies on the shores of Lake Ontario near Oswego, New York. It was thought best at the time to keep the highly trained spy assassin teenagers away from things like major airports and city infrastructure, but it does not take the Quinn Jets and Rover long to cross the state.

Nadia has existed mostly on autopilot to this point, she has spent long enough with the Titans now and sudden team sorties at odd hours that she can literally put her Waspette armor on in her sleep. Now she sits in the passenger seat of Rover, hands wrapped around a coffee cup as her brain slowly comes online, "What happened? Are the aliens back?" Which aliens is anyone's guess but at least she is talking now.

It doesn't take long for Lake Ontario and the facility to come into view in the distance. Something is definately very wrong. The surrounding town seems to be blacked out, the only visible light coming from the stars and moon above and the dull red glow of emergency lighting someone managed to activate in the facility itself. As the vehicles get closer the comms begin to distort and crackle like they are heading into some manner of jamming. Clusterfuck is probably a good word to describe this situation, with no way to know what awaits inside.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Agent Lethbridge meets Daisy in the quinjet and Bobbi is already cycling through the take off sequence. In the Triskelion hanger quinjets are kept ready to go just in case of emergency like this.

    "We're going to The Hospice. Everything you're about to see, learn, hear, experience is classified Level 9. You will forget it the moment this mission is complete," she says with her 'not messing about' voice. It's very matter of fact. Lethbridge hands Bobbi a cup of coffee and she places it in the coffee cup holder. Of course Quinjets have those.

    The quinjet takes off and Bobbi takes a sip of her wakey wakey juice. "A group of young women were rescued from a super secret Russian spy factory whose name is very classified. If you learn the name, you will forget the name. These women have been housed in a facility call The Hospice where they are learning what it's like to not be slaves. We just got an alarm from the facility. Switch to channel 78818, looping our mission comms in with external assets."

    Over the comms there's an invite beeping to Nadia, Hank, Janet, Vivian. <Good morning good morning this is your friendly Mockingbird SHIELD Agent here operating on a half cup of coffee. We are en route to The Hospice. This is a classified E alert from the facility. We're expecting hostiles, injuries, and casualties>

    "Daisy, you're our digital eyes, ears, and tappytappy computer things this mission, you're not ready to go in guns blazing," she says and then yaaawns massively and sips some more coffee. "These young ladies have some seriously dangerous enemies, so be on your A game. Lethbridge, remember how we talked about your blind spots. No blind spots on this mission, got it?" He nods, "Yes ma'am."

    Bobbi takes note of the blacked out town and the emergency red lights of the facility. She circles around once and then touches down on the landing pad. As the quinjet starts to cycle down she gets out of her chair, finishes the coffee. From the go-bag she takes out the rest of her uniform, puts on the belt and glasses (that Daisy got her!) and arms herself with a gun, ICER, two knives, nanowire, staves, and a few other assorted goodies.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"<This is Wasp, I'm incoming on a Quinjet bearing of 110 at best speed ,>" comes back the reply. Janet's preparations are a bit more exotic than merely 'coffee'; a couple brightly colored pills the size of peas which are washed down with a Red Bull, and a capsule she breaks open and takes a deep sniff from. The fashionista shudders in response to the chemicals as adrenaline, epinephrin, and other hormones flood her system.

"<Do we know what's going on inside the faciity? Is Nadia okay? Has she made contact?>" The questions fly almost in a jumble, Janet talking as fast as is humanly possible. The power feed for the forward thrust gets another, pointless push forward; it's already at maximum possible velocity as the Quinjet arrows towards The Hospice.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy has just returned from sick leave so the temptation for quips is high. So high in fact that she has to bite her tongue when Letbridge goes about her forgetting various things. But it's a look that's clear for Bobbi. Most likely a comment or two about MIB and a certain pen that remains unsaid. No need to poke Lethbridge! So instead she settles down for transport, already getting her laptop on to start looking into info.

"Got it." She says, typing on her laptop swiftly, "I will see about getting us updated info on the place's security." though it'd also mean she'd need clearance. But if they want the tech expertise they'd need to give it! Because hopefully noone will be expecting her Quake powers on this one.

"Think it's time to use some of Fitz's toys on this one..." She murmurs. DWARFs. Can't live without 'em!

< Testing, one, two. Agent Quake reporting. I will be your eyes up in the sky. Keep me posted. > she says on the shared comms.

But with the quinnjet landing she releases some of the DWARFs to follow Bobbi on her exploration.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sits in his tiny chair and activates the insect comm. Ugh... the ants are settled in for their winter nap. He has to work with roaches. Ugh yet again. He never cared for roaches. "Hello little... friends. What is going on in your... home. What are the humans doing? Are there gunshots? Fighting? Please let me know what is going on. It will insure a steady supply of crumbs.

There is a swarm of disjointed squabbling and panicky minds shouting. Roaches have no concept of order, duty orcooperation. They all talk at once. Loudly.

"Nadia, check your insect com. It may get around the jamming, but it's fairly short ranged."

Vivian Vision has posed:
<Do not worry Wasp, Great Aunt Nadia is enroute with us on Rover.> Vivian notes over the communications channel, splitting portions of her mind to handle various tasks. Information intake, communications, tactical awareness and higher reasoning & strategic planning. <May I be granted access to the information systems? I know I do not have clearance but it feels like a waste of my abilities..>

At this point in time she doesn't have a lot of information available to her, outside the things she knows from GIRL, but starts checking through it all anyway. Details of the members she's met, what projects they might have been looking into and the scientific fields they are trained in.

When Rover gets overhead she opts for a rapid insertion drop and phases through the floor, heading to the ground with her innate ability to fly. <Landing early. Try not to shoot me down please.>

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Outside of the compound at ground level, alarms are still sounding, their droning interupted by the occasional burst of gunfire from within. It isn't the sound of active combat though, not to a veteran agent. One side or the other has already gained the upper hand and is simply dealing with the remaining pockets of resistance. The dull red lights of the emergency power system flicker ominously like the generator may have taken a hit.

<I'm here Janet!> Nadia calls over the comms once the coffee has had a chance to do its thing. <Do we have any idea what's going on yet?! We have to help them!> Even awake Nadia's head is still swirling with all kinds of feelings that are difficult to reconcile. She had hoped, just maybe the Red Room would give up for awhile, lick its wounds. She was wrong. She fiddles with her insect comms linked into the insect telepathy controls <<Testing.>>

Once Rover has landed, Nadia too leaps out approaching the front of the building. Thoough she stops short. <We *crackle* need to *crackle* careful. This *crackle* be a trap.>

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym grows to full size hopping into the pilot seat as Vivian departs. "There's a gun battle going on, mostly over. The invaders are speaking Russian, based on the words the roaches relayed -'da', 'nyet' like that. I think they're in control." As Rover lands he spares his daughter a concerned look. <Test... We go in together... you were born for this...> The rest of the insect comm breaks up but abruptly Hank is at the 12 foot mark. "Giant-Man and the Waspette!"

Behind them rover lifts up to continue scans and possibly pierce the jamming.

Draw the fire from your daughter and trust she'll take the shooters down. Like the old days, he thinks. It always worked before and Nadia is the best at this.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    <The sensitive data is running on a different stream to the facility, so you'll have access. But I need to set up an external booster because someone has turned off outgoing traffic. One of the reasons we got this alarm so late>

    She signals Lethbridge to move up and she moves up at the same time. They don't go straight for the front door, instead veering off to a wall. With a swipe of a security badge the wall sinks in revealing a security panel. Bobbi pulls a dongle out of her belt and plugs it in, turns it like a key and the Quinjet starts to receive all telemetry from The Hospice, which is then broadcast to Vivian too.

    She nods to the door. Lethbridge takes up the right side of it and Bobbi the left. Lethbridge places a small charge on the locking mechanism and they both look away as it goes *flash*, letting the doors swing freely open.

    <Wasp, would you like to lead the way? sounds like the fighting inside is starting to die down - so we're either reinforcements or the rescue party. Daisy, Viv, have you got internal cameras up? we need to know how many we're dealing with and where.>, she says over comms and then says, <Janet, where's Natasha? I thought she'd be with you? Can someone boost our comms signals please, this is getting annoying>.

    Bobbi notices a trip wire as the doors swing open. She grabs them just in time and motions to Lethbridge. He peeks down the entry way and spies the trap too. He takes some tools out of his belt and carefully steps over and pulls the primers out of the C4 attached.

    "Heads up people, they've left traps behind for us."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
With the comms starting to falter there is a frown that comes to Daisy's expression. This isn't good.. But she is able to get into the cameras, taptapping as info starts to feed into her laptop. Eyes widen a touch. << Be advised, heavy resistance inside the facility. They have taken over the agents protecting the place..>>

Some silence follows for a time, Daisy continuing to flick through the cameras, << I can't find any sign of the girls. >> she says. << They are dressed in advanced exoskeletons, state of the art. Sending info to your feeds now >> and because this is SHIELD, not just some low tech org she sends the images to the various people connected so they can watch it on their devices or tech goggles or whatever else they may have.

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<< Also, is that Black Widow? >> A pause, << Mockingbird, do we have note of Black Widow on the scene..? >> another pause until her voice is heard again, this time with some surprise. << Scratch that, something similar to her? At least it seems like she is fighting on the Spetnaz side.. >>

Which is quite the scary thought.

<< I am currently mapping the place, in a bit you should have info on the position of the spetnaz forces. At least those that can be seen through cameras. >>

Janet van Dyne has posed:
There's a sound of another Quinjet doing a fast pass overhead. It shoots past the allies on the ground and banks off in a low-altitude hover to aid with relaying signals and providing a bird's-eye view of the situation.

A pixie sized Janet zips past Bobbie's head without warning and darts through the open doors. Small and black-clad she almost vanishes from sight in the shadows. Up ahead there's a scream and a chatter of gunfire and a flash of green light. Janet appears in a doorway, briefly full-sized, and beckons Bobbi and Lethbridge silently. Two very dead Spetsnaz agents are on the ground, exoskeletons sabotaged with precise strikes. She buzzes off down the hallway once more, an advance scout for the other heroes.

"<Hank I can't wake /anything/ up,>" she complains. "<There's a wasp nest that's hibernating on the roof but they're all dormant. Did you bring any friends with us?>"

Vivian Vision has posed:
Communications Viv sets to work acting as a signal repeater for the comms chatter. She can reach orbit so in theory she should be able to handle short range communications. She also portions off more of her mind to start looking into the nature of the signal jamming and what direction it's coming from.

While computer systems Viv begins working on subverting and taking over any networked portions of the Hostel that she can. Giving Daisy a stream of real time updates on what she's doing so they don't duplicate efforts or impede each other. The nice thing about a brain that can parallel process information is she can look out of every camera at once. Tag targets, traps and anything out of place and then produce a real time map in her mind.

She cranks up her broadcast strength to the highest setting, or at least the highest setting which isn't going to harm anyone around her, then chimes in with <The girls are located on the roof. Getting into some sort of stealth craft? It's off camera.> There's a brief pause. <Along with some strangely equipped soldiers. I don't recognise the tech but it looks potent. If you wish to request an intercept I shall try to boost it to reach SHIELD command.>

Her physical form heads directly to the booby trapped door that Bobbi and her team are using to enter. "If you wish I can take point and act as a physical barrier to weapons fire." And then Janet has arrived and everyone immediately inside is dead. "Or we can walk in without anyone shooting at us instead."

On the off chance someone with a more scientific background can understand the weapons Viv holoprojects images of the rooftop CCTV for viewing.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia looks over at her father and nods her head, somehow she knew they would be speaking Russian, but the confirmation doesn't make it any better. She moves up to where Bobbi and her partner are disabling the C4 tripwire, <These traps, they're trying to slow us down!> She watches Janet zip ahead and is about to follow when the whole building starts shaking.

Those still outside are treated to a show as an optical camoflage cloak falls away from a large advanced looking stealth aircraft on the roof, which is warming up vertical takeoff thrusters and preparing to lift off. SHIELD databases return an ID for a highly experimental and secret Cold War design that was scrapped due to cost. The match isn't one hundred percent though, it seems whoever pulled this thing out of mothballs also made some 'modern' improvements.

Inside the heavily armed Spetsnaz soldiers seem to be fighting a delaying action, their goal seems less to win and more to slow down the advance of outside forces.

'Black Widow' is nowhere to be found inside, until cameras pick her up again on the roof talking to the experimentally armed 'super' Spetsnaz that are loading the last of the widow recruits on to the jet. It definitely looks an awful lot like Natasha. Some of the girls seem to be going quite willingly, some have definitely been subdued through force, and some just seem indifferent as to who their newest captors will be this week.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
<Yes Viv, try and call for reinforcements. Janet, take the building. If the girls are on the roof, we're going to the roof. Lethbridge, stay with Viv. Viv I trust you're able to play hide and seek. I'm going to ram that stealth jet of theirs...> she says and takes off back to the quinjet, "Daisy, strap in. We're playing bumper cars."

    Bobbi slips back in to the pilots seat and starts to rise the jet back up off the ground. "Hold on tight Daisy!" she warns and with an unceremonious sway, she charges her quinjet directly in to the highly experimental soviet jet. Anyone inside is going to get some serious whiplash, but she doesn't care, this is about making sure that jet can't fly. Even if that means grounding her jet too.

    The instrument panel of the quinjet lights up in all kinds of red and yellow as alarms start to sound throughout the small vessel. Any semblance of stealth or surprise thrown out the window.

    Totally worth it. She 'parks' her quinjet on top of the Red Room stealth jet at an awkward teetering angle. "That's right. I have a budget," she says with a groan as she tries to recover from the beating her body just took.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"<Everyone get to the roof and help Bobbi.>" The command from Janet is terse and non-conversational. "<I'll sweep the building and take care of any strays. Viv call 'em out for me.>"

With Vivian providing camera-assisted guidance, it's a simple matter for Janet to go hall-by-hall as efficiently as possible and take down the remaining exoskeletons. Those machines are meant for hard fights with powerful adversaries; like any machine, it has vulnerable points and despite her lack of specific technical knowledge Janet has learned a /lot/ about how to break expensive machinery as efficiently as possible. It's hard to fight something that can be the size of a housefly on demand.

"<That's the last of them,>" Janet calls over the comms. "<Bobbi, are the girls OK? Is anyone up there hurt?>" She finds a window and slips out, flying skywards towards the roof.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym doesn't fly. Not without an ant to give him a lift. It seems like he is the obvious choice then, to go through the building and render aid to the agents there. But he hears Janet's report and takes a deep breath and grows, 30, 60, 100 feet!

Two immense hands grab onto the side of the roof as he pulls himself up and shrinks. His feet leave the ground and the momentum carries him up and at 12 feet tall, Giant-Man vaults onto the roof. Hank charges the planes attempting to grab the Soviet infiltrator by its tail. He might have one more growth spurt in him, manage to just hang on and let his weight drag it down.

Vivian Vision has posed:
<I can but... it hardly seems like an appropriate time," Vivian points out earnestly. "Unless you are trying to suggest in a jovial manner that I should assist the Wasp with looking for Russian soldiers and attempting to disable them. In which case that is acceptable.> The implication she's being told to stay behind and hide for her own safety doesn't seem to occur to her.

Of course chances are she'll largely just be following behind in Janet's wake, to ensure she can remain in comms range, updating Wasp on the location of the various Spetsnaz soldiers visible on security cameras. She also helps direct Lethbridge to any explosives that might need disarming.

Communications Viv begins trying to punch a message through to SHIELD command. Although if the stealth craft takes off and makes a run for it there isn't much she'll be able to do to ensure they can intercept it.

The locations of any SHIELD personal that were inside the Hostel, presumably all dead or too injured to move, also get flagged up for rescue and retrieval. With extreme caution for potential traps on the bodies.

While she's got access yet more mental subdivisions start looking back through the CCTV history. Or try anyway, it's entirely possible someone blanked it all out. In the hope of figuring out just what happened and how the situation ended up this way.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia also participates in the disabling of the Spetsnaz, it seems to be something she actually has a fair bit of practice with as she zips through the halls with Janet. Some well placed strikes here, some micro-sticky bombs there and down go the Russian soldiers one by one.

The roof of The Hospice is a scene of chaos. The last of the widow trainees is loaded on to the large multi-purpose craft as Agent Morse brings, herself, Daisy, and most importantly a Quinjet on a collision course with the larger mysterious black jet, slamming right into the top of it. The damage to the larger craft doesn't seem to be as much as she would have hoped though, the frame is still significantly dented, but some manner of technology seems to have absorbed and dispersed much of the force of the impact. What it does do though is provide significant extra weight, significantly impeding the larger jet's takeoff process.

That is when 'Black Widow' steps back off the bigger jet holding what appears to be a very large and menacing looking energy weapon, "It's you in there isn't it Agent Morse?" She calls out against the background noise, "You shouldn't have have come!" The energy of the weapon glows brightly and lets out a blast of destructive energy that actually pushes 'Natasha' back a few steps with the recoil. The beam slams hard into the side of the Quinjet, with enough force to knock its precarious off-angle landing off of the Quinjet. Another blast is leveled at the approaching Hank as he Giant-Man's his way up to the roof, though it does not manage to connect, it is enough to keep him away from the plane long enough for it to take off.

As the reinforcements arrive on the roof, it is just in time to see 'Black Widow', large energy cannon in tow, launch a grappling line up to the jet as it lifts off and zip inside, before it takes off at incredible speed vanishing from view and sensors as it goes.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    To say that Bobbi was feeling smugly satisfied with herself is an understatement. The jostling of the quinjet as the bigger jet tries to take off has her undoing her seat belt and starting to move to the hanger door to get out and join the fight.

    It is then that she hears what sounds like Natasha's voice. She turns back to look out the windows and sees... Natasha, with a big gun. Her eyes go wide and she activates her wings and grabs Daisy with a wild jump out the back of the quinjet and off the side of the building. The wings activate just in time to stop them crashing hard in to the ground.

    The big weapon slices right through the quinjet and the two parts of it tumble off of the soviet jet. One half crashes on to the roof, the other tumbles over the side toward Bobbi and Daisy. She takes off with a wings-assisted swoop, just barely clearing the crash of the bisected quinjet.

    Rolling to a stop she lets go of Daisy and stares up at the jet as it flies up in to the sky. "You have got to be kidding me..." she says and takes a knee to catch her breath, her heart rate monitor spiking wildly. <Am I losing my mind or did Natasha Romanov just shoot at us and abduct the girls?>.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet and Nadia finish tag-teaming the Russians in the building with brutal efficiency. Janet's busy smashing one Spetsnaz face into a wall and freezes momentarily at Bobbi's question.

"/Natasha/?" she echoes over the 'net, and looks to Nadia. "You mean, our Natasha? Nats?"

Anger colors her face and she gives the soldier one more facecheck and knocks him out cold. "JARVIS, locate Natasha Romanov. Now," she orders the team's AI. "Viv, you help. I want to know where she is. Now, right now! Where is she?" Janet demands.

<Miss Romanov left the Avenger's Mansion approximately one hour ago, Miss van Dyne,> JARVIS reports. <Her current whereabouts are unknown. I cannot locate her transponder.>

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian continues to review all available information and provides SHIELD with an update on the energy weapon, current situation and last known course for the stealth plane. Or tries anyway. It depends on how the jamming is and if it fades when the craft jets off. Physically she heads for whatever functions as the main security and/or computer room. As that's likely to be where any sabotage occurred.

<Wasp I am unsure how you expect me to locate her. I do not have any information about Agent Romanov with which to begin a search.> She does however do a quick check of every vehicle parked in and around the facility and the corresponding timestamps for when Natasha arrived. Perhaps she can identify how she got there and backtrack from there. Although that might mean breaking into the states traffic management system and possibly some police databases. If anyone asks she'll forward them on to Janet and Bobbi..

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia just stands near the roof entrance and stares as 'Natasha' grapple lines to the jet. "Nat...no..." It is a mental clusterfuck, she had started out suspecting Natasha of waiting to perform exactly this /on her/ but had after various things they went through decided to put her faith in her. Natasha had been at the forefront of getting her and Janet out of the Red Room. "I don't believe it, I can't. It can't be her, everything with the Red Room is lies, this is another lie! It has to be!" Tears begin to stream down her face as she watches them zip off.

She's like that a few moments longer before she forces herself past it, compartmentalizing her anguish, "Dad! Bobbi! Daisy! Are you all okay?!" She's buzzing about here and there attempting to help in the aftermath.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi stands up and takes slow breaths to calm her wild heart. Daisy is wincing but standing up too. "We're okay Nadia, thanks for asking. Viv I want all the security footage. I'll get forensics on the scene asap," she says with a sinking feeling staring up in to the sky.

    "If someone can't tell me where Nat is ... I'm going to have to put out a SHIELD wide BOLO for her," she says with a stern but sad expression. The hulking carcass of her quinjet groans and rolls on to its side. "This is going to take some explaining," she murmurs to herself.

    "And could someone please find that jammer and shut it off. I hate being in a comms bubble like this," she continues though her voice is sounding more terse and annoyed as she heads toward the building and its security room. 3am is the worst time to be woken up and have one of your trusted friends betray you. "What the hell are you doing Nat?," she whispers to herself.