4862/Smile! You're on Closed Circuit Television!

Smile! You're on Closed Circuit Television!
Date of Scene:	24 January 2021
Location:	Subway - Chelsea - Security Office
Synopsis:	Hank has doppleRod look through security footage to put a face to Gellar.
Cast of Characters:	Michael Hannigan, Hank Pym

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Michael Hannigan has posed:
It is a Sleepy Sunday by New York standards. That said, the subway stations are seeing their fair share of foot traffic today and that includes the ones in Chelsea.The familiar scream of trains slowing and stopping combined with the sound of people bustling on and off is the soundtrack chosen for today's activities.

A bit further away and down some access hallways, a security office is housed. It is quieter here due to the walls. While most of the employees that call this office home are near the tracks, there is one who is seated behind a bank of monitors, watching.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym knocks on the door and enters. He's in his Goliath costume. He tells his companion simply, "In."

"Good afternoon officer. I'm Dr. Hank Pym of the Avengers.I'm sorry to put you out but I called ahead to your captain. I need to examine camera footage from the 10th, near track three. I'm looking for this man, and an accomplice who might be Avengers' business. The man is definitely dangerous. Your cooperation is appreciated." Hank reaches into his belt and there is suddenly a laptop in his hand.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
DoppleRod looks over to Hank as he's given a one worded command but complies. Giving a bit of a grumble, he steps in. He shuffles over as Hank goes to address the captain. There is a momentary glance to the door but he looks back over to the wall of monitors. There's a bit of a frown at the manner to which he's referred, but he keeps quiet.

The officer behind the counter turns his head, looking over to Goliath. "Dr. Pym. I'm Officer Williams. Good to meet you. Rather it be on other terms." He waves to an empty chair. "I did hear about you coming but didn't realize there would be another." A glance is fixed towards the idling Rod. "The 10th? Whole day?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks over at Rod. "Any idea of what time of day you came, Rod. Morning, noons, night? It could make things a lot easier for us. I want t find this Gellar fast before he hurt anyone. I mean there are clocks all over the place."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod tilts his head in thought. "Night... Nine, Ten, Eleven-ish?" I didn't really find the need to memorize times getting here. I just know there weren't many people around."

Williams considers Rod for a bit before looking to Hank. "After ten or eleven is your best bet but I'll cue up nine to one just in case." The officer offers, rolling his chair over to a drawer. "Lets see. 24th. So 14 days ago..." His voice dies away as he pulls out a disc. He rolls back over, opening the case. "Anything over a week gets moved to disc. Old system. But not the oldest. I hear there is ONE station in the Bronx that still uses VHS." A horrifying tale to be sure.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods. He opens his laptop and opens the drive for the disk. He looks at Rod again and asks, "Was a train pulling in or departing? It might help further." He hits a couple of hot keys. "Uhm, you have any problem with me matching you face to the TV recording, Rod? We could be here a few hours otherwise. I figure we could go see Mike if we finish early." His finger hovers over one button.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod looks over to Williams, frowning. "That is horrible." He shakes his head in disgust. Even our systems had Betamax." Hank's inquiry does make him curious. "You can do that?"

The officer turns his head to look to Rod, flabbergasted, "...Jesus buddy. Have you been under a rock all your life or something?"

"...Kind of."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym begins tapping the keyboard, scrolling through the hours very quickly. People approximating Rod's build appear on the bottom of the screen and are slowly removed as not matching. Women are quickly eliminated. It's a simple program really. It probably won't try to shoot out the disc and kill anyone. Hank says conversationally, "Betamax was a higher fidelity medium for what it's worth. It just wasn't worth the increased cost of the recording medium. A lot of technological progress is driven by consumerism... idiots. Hey... is that you, Rod?!"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As Hank looks through the footage, the guard looks back to the main terminal. Just because an Avenger's here looking through footage doesn't mean those not in the know are up to something in the station. He does occasionally give a side glance over to the laptop.

Rod looks blankly to the screen, watching as faces pop up for comparison. The image on screen is of a male, hair pulled back, wearing a rather worn down pair of jeans, a plain tee, and jacket. He oddly doesn't seem THAT out of place despite the freeze in the development of styles from his world. ...Ok he's wearing Roos. But he's not THAT far off.

Rod leans forward, watching as his digital form looks around with hands in the pockets. He gives a nod, recognizing the moment. "Yes... I'd come out of the tunnel a bit before that. Was looking around to see if I could find Gellar but he wasn't there."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods and begins reversing the recording slowly. "Excellent. If you're sure you came from this tunnel. Did Gellar mention any kinds of plans? Is he violent, armed? I appreciate your help but I need everything you have. I won't forget this. Bastards like me can be incredibly grateful. Here, take my phone and call Mike. Tell him we're coming over to get Bo and do dinner." Hank freezes the recording and brings up Mike's number. Then looks at Officer William to thank him but something seems a bit off.

And some people are dumb enough to do stuff while an Avenger is nearby. Plenty. From both ends of the villain spectrum. "Everything okay officer Williams?" Belatedly the scientist imagines the portal wasn't discovered properly yet. Why not use it till it is?

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod is quiet as he doesn't reach for the phone being offered to him. "I came after him, not with him. I don't know his plans." He admits, "I-i just know what he's done and willing to do to get what he wants. It won't be one to one."

Officer Williams turns his head, looking to Hank curiously, "...Things seem fine right now." He glances to the laptop, "I get I'm supposed to let you see the footage, but I still got to monitor the live feeds while you're fiddling with th-." He glances back to the monitor as it flits over to another angle showing someone pulling out a can. "Oh for ch-" He reaches over for the radio, "We got a 10-39 in Tunnel 5."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym runs the footage back some more. "Okay, just running back through this. Give a yell when you see him. So what kinds of things did Gellar do? And was he armed when he came over?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod's look towards Hank halts as he looks back over to the screen. "He's a liar. A betrayer. A murderer." Rod offers up, frowning as he looks to the timestamp on the clock. "He led them into the bunker."

Officer Williams glances back jaw dropping slightly, "...Ok Just so you know, I was kidding about the rock thing."

Rod looks over to Officer Williams. Tilting his head, with a slight nod. "I wasn't." He looks back over to the monitor. "He had at least a half hour head start. Maybe an hour."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym nods to Rod and back tracks faster, looking for anyone coming from the indicated tunnel. "He let Mike die, didn't he? Mike is a good man. He's a good friend. To me, to you obviously. And Bo likes him. Animals sense that sort of thing. You can't fool them."

He looks at the monitor of the commuter guzzling beer and licks his lips.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Rod's lip twitches. He blinks a few times before looking to the screen. "Not just 'let'."

Williams looks over to the pair confused. "...Wait, so is this Mike dead or alive?"

Rod leans forward. Expression darkening. "THERE!" He snaps, loudly, causing the officer to wince from the loud bark into the ear. "That's the asshole." Rod declares, pointing towards a similarly dressed man. The short blonde haired man is seemingly sliding something into the inside of his jacket pocket as he steps out, looking both ways. Seeimingly content with the lack of people, he shuffles off. Pace a bit quicker than Rod's footage.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym says absently. "He's alive. It's complicated Avengers's stuff. Multiple time lines. Ah ha! Got you you motherflower." He freezes the best image, puts it through enhance and enlarge. "Excellent. Thank you Rod. Officer Williams, I will send this photo to the NYPD and I thank you for your help."

For a moment get's a look of great concentration.

//Hello little friends... I see you do not sleep in the warm tunnels. I need you to look for this man. He may be in these tunnels. Pass the word. Thank you.//

Hank turns to Rod and says, "Let's get a couple cheeseburgers Rod. See if we can hook up with Mike... I might finally get a chance to meet his agent -Wade. Somehow I feel like I know him already."