4514/It came...from Warehouse 42...BH4335C

It came...from Warehouse 42...BH4335C
Date of Scene:	28 December 2020
Location:	Large forested area, Northwest of New York City.
Synopsis:	A giant wolf gets free, it is far bigger than thought...and the uh, heroes, stop it.
Cast of Characters:	Doris Zuel, Marc Spector, Scott Lang

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Doris Zuel has posed:
It started at a simple warehouse. At least, it seemed simple. The warehouse was located in the Northern parts of New York City and within it was a lab experimenting on creating biological weapons. It was nothing that anyone would likely find out about right away right up until there was a breach, a dumb scientist got bit in half and a wolf like creature burst out the back door and raced off toward the wilds of New York. Most don't realize that once you leave New York City, the state of New York has a vast forested area. And now a rather dangerous experiment was out there and growing.

Already, there were rumors going around of a problem but those rumors became far more viable when, within twenty four hours, military style helicopters were roaming that area and one was even ripped down and destroyed. The problem? Well, besides this experiment simply being dangerous, it was designed to grow...big. Very big. Already the formerly bear sized dire wolf creature was now fifty foot tall at the shoulder and keeping it even remotely quiet or keeping people near this area safe was becoming an issue.

Now, the people behind it were sending in their big gun and boy was she big when she wanted to be. Others might be called and of course, there's also those who have heard about this incident that might be out in the forest, checking things out and following certain black helicopters to whatever it is they are seeking.

Marc Spector has posed:
Marc Spector, in his guise as Moon Knight, was finishing his normal patrols over the city of New York in the crescent moon shaped Moon Copter when he heard the chatter over the radio. Five story tall wolf creatures may be a bit different than your typical backstreet thug, or even a run of the mill vampire or werewolf, but when you carry an arsenal of assault weapons that rival a military helicopter (and then some) little things like the size of a creature don't matter as much.

It also helps that you might be (are) clinically insane.

Moon Knight directs the high-speed copter towards the last known location of the wolf-beast, engages the whisper mode so people won't hear him coming, and opens up the throttle to survey the area. Something that big shouldn't be hard to spot.

Scott Lang has posed:
The Ant-Mobile was never going to make the top 10 lists of any 'coolest heroic vehicles.' The baby blue Honda Accord zips up the backroads of New York as Scott speaks on his hands-free phone, the responsible man that he is.

"Sweetie no, it's not a puppy, I'm not...Cassie we've talked about this, you're not getting a dog, you're especially not getting this one. You have ants, they are every bit as good...OK yes they're not fuzzy or soft I give you that. Honey I need to go OK? I will talk to you later," Scott gratefully hanging up with a sigh and glancing to the sky. The helicopters were thicker here, he had to be close, the request for help coming through Avengers emergency channels giving precious little to go on beyond what county it had last been seen in.

Switching the radio on to classic rock, he taps his fingers on the wheel to the beat of Queen as he pulls around another bend and into a clearing of emergency vehicles ranging from police cars to APCs, drawing his own share of attention thanks to his rather LESS tactical choice until he steps out dressed in the Ant-Man uniform and Avengers ID.

"So anyone seen this thing yet?" he asks aloud of a few of the closest officers, just begging fate to answer him in the worst way possible.

Doris Zuel has posed:
"I'm likely smarter than you are, Dr. Sheridan and if I'm reading this right, I know I am." She states, holding the paperwork and shaking her head, "So, don't speak to me like I'm a child." The man standing near her makes a face and then glares, "You're the help, now, Doris." He states, purposefully not putting 'Dr.' before her name and then glaring, "And this is a major work. It's likely fifty feet tall now and probably stronger than you could ever get." He chuckles, "So, you had better watch yourself." He rubs his nose, "Oh, and furhtermore I-AHHHH!"

The reason he screams is as he looks out the side of the Helicopter, and as it happens, right around the time that Scott asks his question, a very much /not/ fifty foot tall wolf leaps up from the tall trees and goes right for that helicopter. The wolf that was supposed to be only fifty feet tall has been hiding amongst the pine and fir trees that easily hit 200 feet tall...and the wolf is nearly as big. The thing, likely over a hundred foot tall at the shoulder snaps the tail right off the helicopter, sneding it flying. As it spins away, it lands with an earth shaking thud that is only softened by the huge pads on this thing's feet as it growls and glares in the direction of the camp and Scott. Not to mention the direction of the Moon Copter.

Meanwhile, as the helicopter is getting ready to crash, it bursts apart, a huge woman, easily topping fifty feet burst out, holding on to a group of people as she lands and hugs them to herself even as parts of a helicopter go smashing behind her, though that's likey not as visible as the huge wolf standing at tree height.

Marc Spector has posed:
"Well. Shit," exclaims Moon Knight as he watches the beast leap out out the trees and take a bite of the helicopter much like that monster at the end of Cloverfield. Nearly as tall as well. Flipping a few switches on the console of the copter, panels on the wings of the vehicle slide open and expose the 20mm cannons, as well as a rack of hellfire anti-tank missiles and air-to-air rockets. "Ok, spot. Let's see what you got."

Over the radio, the lunar knight announces his arrival, "This is Moon Knight. I'm taking a run at that thing, do not get in my way."

With that, and without waiting for a reply, he points the copter at the wolf and lets the chain guns roar to life, sending hundreds of rounds of tracer fire towards the beast. "Come get some."

Scott Lang has posed:
Panic breaks out in the camp as agents from a dozen agencies begin scrambling, some taking off, others babbling into radios, others trying to set up a defensive line in the direction of the monstrous canine. Scott only got a brief glimpse of the thing's head over the tree line when it jumped and what he saw made his stomach turn. It was, big. Very big. Clearly the small arms here weren't going to cut it. Worse still at least a few agents were looking at him, the Avenger on-hand that was supposed to deal with stuff like this.

"I, uhh, right. I'll get out there then," he says hesitantly, reaching up and pressing a button, his alien-like helmet snapping into place as he starts out into the woods. Trees can be heard snapping in the distance every time the creature moves and when it growls the sound literally vibrates in his chest. "What the hell were they THINKING?" he hisses as he remains normal size for now, heading loosely in the direction of the downed helicopter and wolf-thing, unable to see any giant women through the treeline. In fact as he hears the thing take a few thumping steps he actually shrinks just a touch smaller. Just to be safe for now.

A sense of safety which does not last long as something fast and well-armed goes blazing overhead with a BRRRRRRRRR of gunfire that causes shells to rain down around him. "What is THAT person thinking?!" he screams, picking up his pace now, enough of a fan of monster movies to know machine guns never worked. They just pissed them off.

Doris Zuel has posed:
Well, when Scott is right. He's right. The rounds go off and slam into the side of the creature and like bees stinging a normal sized person, they don't serve to do much other than piss the thing off. Sure, it hurts. It doesn't like that. However, it doesn't kill or slow and so the thing merely flinches away at first before letting out a horrible growl and turning with a heavy thump of feet and races toward Marc. The thing is fast. Not super fast, but when you are huge, you cover a lot of ground quickly and it is already trying to take a chomp out of the Moon Knight's copter.

While this is happening, Giganta glares down at the man on the ground before she points a huge finger at Dr. Sheridan, "Dumbass." Is all she states and then stands up to her neary fifty foot of height and races toward the wolf, growing as she goes and reaching one hundred feet quickly as she shakes her head, "Who is dumb enough to fire at this thing?"

Marc Spector has posed:
The Moon Copter is fast, and more importantly maneuverable and manages to stay out of the jaws of the wolf, if only just barely as the former mercenary inside banks to the right at the last minute as the jaws snap closed. "Got your attention now, didn't I Fido," Moonie comments as a grin forms under that blank white mask. "Time to play fetch. Let's get away from the nice people now, shall we? And then you and I can have some real fun."

The Moon Copter slows down, daring the wolf to chase after it, launching a chaff flare into it's face just to aggravate the beast a bit more and keep its attention focused on him.

"Moon Knight kicks on the external speakers, "Clear out. I'm going to draw this thing away from you. Use the time wisely...it's going to get loud in a moment."

Scott Lang has posed:
It was picking up speed and snarling now. This was not good. And how many feet did it have? He swore he could hear a constant patter of giant footsteps now like there were six of them, was it part bug also? Scott frets and hurries on remaining tiny. He had to fight smarter, not harder. A normal-sized person would have a hard time fighting a normal-sized wolf and those barely stood waist high to most people. At his largest comfortable size, the wolf thing was as tall as he was. He couldn't out-muscle it, not for long anyway.

He focuses on the telepathic connection with the local bug-life though his helmet, giving him a clear idea where it was and where it was going and moves into position as the crazed helicopter pilot taunts it. Trees snap and crackle like Rice Krispies, the chopper darts directly overhead as the tiny Scott waits. Through the trees now slavering jaws the size of a train tunnel, but they weren't focused on him, the thing looking up. His knees shake and then...

"SHORYUKEN!" the pop-culture nerd cries as he leaps up with fist outstretched and grows to his 100 foot scale at the same time while under the wolf-monster's head, looking to deliver a hellacious uppercut to the distracted beast.

Doris Zuel has posed:
Marc sure gets its attention. A miss and then a face full of burning chaff has the thing pissed. It swipes at its own face for a moment to clear the burning chaff off of it before it growls and races toward the helicopter. It starts to chomp and bite at the copter, chasing it even as it yells for people to clear out. It can't understand that, so it just growls more. The people in the camp are scrambling, preparing tranqs of proper size and the like to try to figure a way to stop it. Some still in the camp of saving it. Then, suddenly, a massive man raises up under the thing and slams a fist right into its jaw.

The wolf has not seen that coming or even parsed the threat before it is sent flying backwards with a crash, sending it flying right toward Doris.

There's a swift kick given to the back of the creature from Giganta at only a hundred foot tall herself and she has to drop to a knee after the kick as she had not prepared for it and didn't want to fall on the camp below. Still, she was not fully visible through the tree line but something sure did make that wolf change directions hard.

The massive thing crashes through brush, thicket and trees with a roaring whimper that has it rolling and then coming up to its paws again, glaring toward Scott and then the helicopter.

Marc Spector has posed:
Keeping an eye behind him to make sure the beast is following, Moon Knight sees the now huge Ant-Man uppercut the thing with force, knocking it back. "Damnit!" he curses as his plans go fubar with the sudden appearance of the Avenger. Flipping a couple switches, the fist of Khonshu calls out to all open frequencies, "Ant-Man? If you read me open a line of communication."

Moon Knight pushes forward on the throttle to get some distance between him and the beast in order to turn and reorient on his target, flipping a switch to arm the hellfires.

Scott Lang has posed:
"OW! Since when did wolves get such hard...jaws. Oh you're not knocked out," Scott bemoans as the thing lands awkwardly and then stands back up, clearly glaring right at him. He flexes his fingers as a light starts blinking in his helmet announcing for a communication. "What?! I'm a bit busy...Mooninite is that you? Are you trying to be a Frisbee out here?!" Scott berates as he starts cautiously sidestepping, the mammoth wolf still between him and Doris presumably.

"Hold on, I've got an idea," he adds, moving slowly as he bends down and picks a fallen tree up off the ground, waggling it a few times in the air. "Look boy, it'a stick. You want it? You wanna get the stick! GO GET THE STICK!" he cries as he lobs it away from the camp. The wolf never takes eyes off him.

"Alright, I'm out of ideas, what were you saying?"

Doris Zuel has posed:
Plans are great and all but the big giant wolf doesn't really wait for them to plan. Scott taunting it has it rather annoyed with Scott. Plus, Scott looks like one helluva a meal. So, it is Scott that the wolf focuses on and then it races right for him. It's jaws are chomping and when it is getting in close, it lets out a loud yelp. A rather, surprised yelp at that. Why? Well, Scott can see a woman growing to rather massive size, hitting over two hundred feet rather easily, the woman grabs the wolf by the tail and yanks it backwards. The thing lets out a surprised yelp and she grabs it by the scruff of the neck and with a grunt heaves it out to the side and sends it skidding and flying, "Come on!" She yells at the wolf and flexes rather, well, meancingly.

The woman is massively muscled and a mountain to say the least. She doesn't even seem to be having issues at her height and stomps a foot for added effect. The wolf, however, is a wolf. As Scott noted, at normal size they are tough and strong. At this size? Well, Doris is just another potential meal that it needs. For the moment, Moon Knight has some breathing space as now the wolf doesn't even look at him.

Marc Spector has posed:
The addition of the gigantic woman to the battlefield changes the Moon Knight's plans of firing hellfire missiles into its eye, and he diverts course with the Moon Copter to fly up and over the wolf, banking to start to make another pass.

"I was going to fire a couple of hellfires at the thing, but your partner showing up nixed that idea. Wish you would have told me she was there," comments Marc. "Moving to take another pass, at the flank this time so I don't hit your girlfriend."

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott is already preparing his next clever idea when the wolf charges. Shrink as small as he possibly can and pray he doesn't get trampled. He's already begun to get smaller with what he would call a heroic battlecry and others might interpret as a terrified shriek when the wolf lets out that pitiful surprised yelp. The sound along is enough to make Scott hold up as well, only down to fifty feet tall when the monster gets hefted aside like a full garbage bag and leaves Scott looking UP at Giganta. He boggles for a moment, unable to grasp what he's looking at. Someone bigger than HIM?! AND with a better physique?! AND it was a SHE? Scott was no misogynist but equal parts jealousy and shame start to stir all the same.

"Hey who do..." he's about to go off when the wolf clambers back to its feet and unleashes an enraged howl. There was still that to worry about he's reminded as he looks back to the beast and frowns, expanding once more to a hundred feet tall putting him waist high to Doris. It was about then Marc starts chattering in his ear again.

"I don't know who she is, she's not my girlfriend! I've never dated a woman with biceps bigger than...umm. Hi I'm Scott by the way!" Scott finally realizing Giganta can hear all of this, his helmet doing precious little to muffle his voice at this scale. Trying to finally present at least a thin veneer of heroic professionalism he points to the circling Moon Copter and notes, "He's gonna try some armor piercing missiles at the side of it if we can just keep it-" his planning brought to a halt as the thing charges, wolves having little patience for people making plans.

Doris Zuel has posed:
A blink over at Scott and Giganta frowns before looking over to the helicopter. She then shakes her head, "He's an idiot. You both are." And she then drops into a ready stance as the thing charges back, "Just do what you can, short stuff." She states and catches the wolf mid-charge, rolling back and taking the hit with a growl of her own. However, it is clear what she is doing as a foot is planted against the beast's belly and she pushes up, sending it up and away and into the air. She then pushes back up and glares at Scott, "Scott." She states, as if testing the name, "You think you can tell your friend to go ahead and open fire?" She then glares at the thing she flung away, "And my biceps are bigger than every bit of you." She states simply enough before she fully stands up and gives a glare to the helicopter, not exactly sure she likes the direction of that conversation at all.

Marc Spector has posed:
Seeing the wolf flung up into the air and away from people is all the invitation the Moon Knight needs to lock the hellfires on target and letting loose with a barrage of the armor piercing missiles before banking away at a sharp angle, maneuvering to VTOL craft away from the soon to be expected explosions.

"Duck and cover!" Marc calls out over the open loudspeaker, warning everyone of the possible carnage. Anyone remember that whale they tried to blow up in Oregon in the 70's? This could be worse...or it could do nothing. Depends on how thick the hide of the wolf really is.

Scott Lang has posed:
"I'm not shor-OH GEEZE!" Scott cries out as Giganta expertly nabs hold of the colossal wolf and backflips it with a crash taking out a half acre of forest with it. Yeah there was that feeling of inadequacy again. Sure he could shrink too and control bugs, but neither of those were going to help stop a charging wolf the size of an office complex. "And he's not my friend!" Scott makes sure to add, perhaps somewhat hurtful to poor Marc as he fires off his barrage, Scott throwing up an arm in front of his face as fireballs erupt in front of them, bits of debris both forest and wolfhide bouncing off him. At least this nightmare was over, Scott letting out a premature whoop that dies on his lips. Of course that wouldn't be enough. What giant monster would die obscured in flame and smoke? When it clears the monstrous wolf is standing there, the side of it charred giving it an almost Two-Facesque vibe, teeth in a permanent snarl.

"Moon Guy! You like guns right?! Do you have a shotgun with slugs on that thing?! Drop it to me NOW! Big Red I just need a sec!" Scott having already determined Doris's hero name as he cups his hands and holds them up to the copter waiting to catch a firearm.

Doris Zuel has posed:
Shaking her head as she hears that, Doris growls, "I'm Giganta." She states simply enough to him before she looks over at the rather charged and mangy looking wolf creature and she calls to the helicopter pilot, "You sure pissed it off...now do you have a giant sized shotgun?" She rolls her eyes at Scott's words before she suddenly rushes forward even as the wolf does. As she does rush forward, she gets hit by the wolf rearing up and trying to chomp on to her shoulder. SHe lets out a surprised and pained yell before she, well, grows even bigger, reaching three hundred feet tall rather quickly and grunting as she hip tosses the wolf on to its uninjured side and it rolls up.

She then rubs her shoulder where it bit and then shakes her head, "Whatever ideas you have, hurry it up. I think it's getting bigger." And for those looking, it does indeed seem about thirty or so foot bigger than it was before.

Marc Spector has posed:
"A shotgun? What in the hell is a shotgun going to do to this thing that hellfire missiles didn't? But...sure. Incoming."

Moon Knight throws on the autopilot and sets it to hover before leaving the cockpit and heading into the belly of the vehicle. He grabs a shotgun from the armory, pauses, and then grabs a couple of grenades as well before opens the hatch in the bottom of the copter and dives out. The white cape unfurls and billows out behind him to act as a glider/parachute as he descends towards Scott, aiming to land next to the the Avenger. "I don't know what you are planning to do with this..."

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott doesn't have a giant-sized shotgun. YET. As Marc chooses to make a dramatic exit next to him he shrinks back down to take hold of the firearm while Doris does battle. He'd been around guns often enough by now to know how they worked, and what he had in mind wouldn't require any sharp-shooting. "If this works the way I think, you might wanna put some earplugs in," Scott advises Moon Knight, looking over his shoulder as Giganta gets even bigger. "Oh come on, that's not even fair!" he whines as he starts running towards the battle.

He makes himself slightly larger to increase his speed but tries to stay to the wolf's hurt side, its eye not looking so good. But with Giganta now having tossed it twice and even bigger than it was, AND bleeding, clearly it was focused on her. The poor thing was probably famished after running around at this scale for 24 hours anyway, the two giants the first real viable meals it had seen in some time. Scott charges in from the side then, branches smacking off his helmet as he holds the gun with one hand, the other hand delving into a pouch and pulling out a disc. He couldn't grow as big as Giganta, but he did have one other thing he could do. Grow other objects.

Scott throws a leg out chewing up the ground in front of him as he slides under the wolf and starts to grow while at the same time slapping the Pym-particle charged disc on the gun which grows with him. The wolf registers the barrel of the gun pressed to its underbelly a moment too late as Scott starts, "Say hello to my little..." before the world seems to end.

There was a reason Hank didn't grow certain things, chemical processes were notoriously unstable when scaled up and gunpowder was among them. The gun fires, two slugs the size of VW Beetles ripping through the wolf with such force they head into space and escape Earth's gravity. The gun barrel meanwhile peels apart and drives back with enough recoil that it's half buried in the dirt, Scott thankful he hadn't pressed it to his shoulder. But the sound, the shockwave takes out every tree in 500 feet knocking them over and continues to ripple out from there, Scott's ears left ringing despite the helmet. "A-ahhh," Scott wordlessly moans only to 'oof' as the wolf bloodily drops on top of him pinning him underneath it.

Doris Zuel has posed:
Giganta ends up kicking the Wolf back with one giant kick as it attacks her again till she notes Scott moving up underneath the thing with what appears to be a shotgun. Then, it goes off. She winces and drives her fingers into her ears as the sound goes off. It's too late though, that hurt and she growls out as she turns away from the blast only to have her side painted in wolf guts. She winces as she feels it and then looks over at the aftermath and shakes her head slowly as she stares. "Gross." She mutters out.

"NOOOOOO! My baby!" Dr. Sheridan screams from nearby at a camp, whining about the loss of his favorite wolf and experiment.

350,000 years into the future, roughly 20 light years away: "My love, we have done it. We have found a new planet for our species!" The strange bug like creature states to its bug like, uh, wife? It's unclear. "We can now share our love and build a new life. We are saved!" Then, as fate would have it, right at that moment, two metallic objects, roughly the size of a VW bug, enter this new small planet's atmosphere...

Marc Spector has posed:
Seeing Scott start to change size, the shotgun along with him, Moon Knight starts to dive for cover exclaiming "OH SHI..." as the explosion goes off. The hand over his ears and the sonic dampeners in his cowl do their best to try and accommodate for the tremendous decibels that bombard his ears, but the can only do so much. The vigilante all in white screams as his eardrums burst from the noise as he falls to the ground clutching his ears. "DAMNIT!"

Scott Lang has posed:
Every person in a half mile was probably having hearing issues at this point and every pane of glass in that same area probably shattered, phone lines ringing off the hook at 911 reporting a bomb blast. As the ringing sensation in his ears fades though along with the fear of imminent death, Scott's concerns are not the property damage and tinnitus he has caused so much as the fact wolves are heavy. He grunts and tries to benchpress the limp behemoth corpse off himself to little success, finally just laying back and staring at the sky for a bit. "Giganta? Moon Guy? Help? Please?" the valiant hero pleads wriggling under the still warm corpse.

Doris Zuel has posed:
Slowly, Giganta blinks as she looks over what is happenign here. She can see the wolf moving a little and at first she's a bit freaked out. She can't believe the thing is still moving, then, she realizes that it is Scott underneath it. She stands up tall and walks over with thudding steps and reaches out to yank the thing off of Scott, likely leaving a dripping trail of ichor across him as she does, "That's just disgusting." She states simply enough to the man below it before she shakes her head, "I mean...just wow." She holds her nose with her other hand and steps back.

"You are going to smell like that for a week at least." She then looks over in the direction of Marc and blinks, realizing he's normal size and no where to be seen so she shrinks down to normal size herself, careful to avoid wolf goo.

Marc Spector has posed:
What was once a pure white suit of lunar themed armor is now almost completely soaked in a scarlet red, with chunks of flesh and fur added on as accents. Moon Knight is kneeling in a puddle of ichor and other bits of assorted wolf goo still clutching his ears as he slowly starts to rise to his feet as he looks around. Yelling at the top of his voice, the fist of Khonshu calls out towards Scott, calling him a certain bodily orifice that starts with an A. "YOU COULD HAVE WARNED ME!"

Scott Lang has posed:
"You're welcome. Don't mention it. Happy to save your life," Scott deadpans as Giganta chooses to taunt him rather than congratulate him on his victory. Exhausted and sore, at least he had the helmet to keep out whatever stench she was referring to as he shrunk back down to a normal size, the broken shotgun still embedded in the soil at its current scale and likely to remain that way for another hour or so. At least it was easier to move and breathe at this size as he rolls over and stands up albeit a bit unsteadily. Maybe Moon Knight would...nope. "I stopped the giant monster, nobody said I had to worry about your dry-cleaning bill while I did it!" He starts limping his way back to the base camp the various agencies had set up now. A few of THEM might say thanks...though it was likely a few would yell at him too.