530/Red Fellas

Red Fellas
Date of Scene:	15 March 2020
Location:	Roof
Synopsis:	A surveillance in the bd part of town, Russian blows into town.
Cast of Characters:	Galina Nemirovsky, Jessica Drew

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Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    Andre Kalinikov was second generation, hadn't ever left the US in his entire life. Not that it stopped him from getting all the "bad boy" tats you'd find in an actual Gulag, then again he'd never done any time harder than the county lockup overnight for public intoxication. Andre liked to pretend he was hard, and hard men do hard things. Last week he lit up a visiting Russian socialite, basically just for the street cred it'd given him. Unfortunately for him, it had also finally brought him to the attention of the actual Russian intelligence service.

    Andre's boozing it up in a little Russian ex-pat bar, trying desperately to use his newfound street cred to worm his way into actually joining up with the real deal. The Red Fellas hadn't been too easy to find for a foreigner, but then again nobody ever accused the Dynamo of being some sort of detective.

    Yet up on a roof top across the street, shrouded in the black is a figure of supreme stillness. That armored suit painted with a mixture of dark reds and blacks in a stylized sort've night time camo, and the distinctive insignia of the Winter Guard emblazoned over shoulder. A suppressed carbine held low at rest as the Dynamo watches, recording the scene to run it through the database later. For now though she's absolutely statue still, she may not be much of a detective but she's certainly a hunter.

Jessica Drew has posed:
A car light flares filling the street below, Jessica glances down reflexively, then continues her climb upward. Hand over hand, she is breathing no harder than taking a stroll down to the corner Bodega would necessitate. There is a spider lightness in that climb. The next car lights glare outlining her form - skin-tight black, acrobats thin-soled shoes, a half-mask framed in a mane of black hair that hangs down her back when she looks up towards her rooftop goal.

Jessica has had her eyes on the ex-pat bar, interested less in the vodka and mediocre caviar than in the patrons. Wannabe mafiosos. But the Russian kind.

Springing lightly, she lands on the roof silently and looks around.

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    Just the turn of a head, and amidst the darkness it's hard to make the Dynamo's shape out. Who knew red and black camo would work with so much red brick around, right? First it's just a dull red glow, followed by two more smaller red dots stacked right ontop of each other. Then slowly, The Dynamo takes a step back away from the edge and out of the deepest part of the shadows. Letting herself be seen, because being -too- sneaky on a stakeout just gets way too fucking complicated.

    The Dynamo's face is asymetrical, one "eye" obviously larger than the other two. That face plate has been attacked by a sharpie clearly though, in an attempt to get a sort've mutant skeleton sort've approach? Anywho she lifts a gloved hand, showing that open palm before nodding towards the back of the roof away from where prying eyes might catch a glimpse. "Is lovely to finally bump into one of the famed spinners, here for the mafioso too?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"I must have made a ton of noise coming in for you to make me like that," Jessica replies rising out of a crouch and standing to her full height. The mask hides the rise of her eyebrows but not the unhappy twist of her mouth.

"A Spinner, huh? You are..." The wheels turn coming to a stop when she points a finger at the camo wearing woman. "Dyanamo?"

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "Very quiet, but sensor systems make it look like daylight for me."She steps away from the edge finally "Trade place for time, you let me know if little shit in red jacket comes out?"And well Red armored suits aren't -that- common, armored women even less so."Ah da, is -spider- in English yes? In Russian word is same for both, many apologies."

    "Is correct though, yes I am the hero of the prolitariat known as the Crimson Dynamo. Is pleasure to be finally meeting American heroes, usually it's not so friendly da? Always trying to break into Russian base, or theres an alien invasion, or you know how such things go yes?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Sensor system! Very smart," Jessica's contralto has the round vowels of Britain, an indeterminate "U" accent.

"Yes, all of the spy business makes for getting to know people from your country difficult sometimes. It's not my concern. Besides, I've never considered myself as an American." This said in the space of time needed to cross the roof and take up the indicated position. Jessica might make bad decisions at times but has a sense that this woman is who she says she is.

"Yes. Alien invasions are the worst." After a quick look down at the bar, "Red Fellas? That's why I'm here."

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    So relieved the Dynamo retreats, fwumping down ever so casually and popping up her faceplate with a sigh. "Man in red jacket shot a woman who is popular on social media in Russia, also she is having all sorts of wild sexual exploits with high ranking official."And a pause as the Dynamo digs out a pack of smokes, and lights up. "Anyway he shot up this woman because he felt that would make him appear tough, and so he could join mafioso. So far they're just making him their waiter, and generally ignoring him otherwise. He does not yet realize he is rabbit in den of hungry foxes."

    A soft humm as she makes herself comfortable, content to enjoy her smoke it seems. "You know you and other spiders do have big fan club in Moscow, they have little club house they meet at not far from old Winter Guard outpost. They are also very big fans of the Russian Spinner, which is interesting thing. Russian spinner eats people, after all."

Jessica Drew has posed:
The cigarette smoke gets a glance. A few years in the US and one can't help but pick up the locals' persnickety attitude about the noxious smoke. Spider senses can make for princesses sometimes. With a shrug she lets it be, focusing on the Dyanamo's description of her target.

"Tough guy? A little shit from the sounds of it, in the den of bigger, worse shits."

Another quick swerve of her eyes to the woman when she describes the fan club and a muffled laugh. "No, I didn't know. I try not to pay it any attention. It's enough dealing with the day to day. But, the Russian Spinner, er, Spider eats what?"

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "People, It eats people. Is like twenty foot large spider, lives in underground of Moscow. Lots of old tunnels under there, nuclear powered subway car and such."And a pause to ash that smoke, as she leans back to watch Jessica distractedly. "You act like thug, and there is chance enormous spider grab you from manhole cover or water drain. Drag you or at least pieces of you, down into the black."And a little shrug. "Also it likes hard candy, you can make it go away if you give it candy."

    "We were trying to use this to lure it out so we could catch it, because how long until it eats the wrong person yes? Anyway it was very clever, it would not be lured anywhere we could trap it. Eventually as team got smaller we got distracted."Theres a little shrug there. "That is Russian Spinner. Allegedly it also makes music."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Jesus Christ. The blessings of the nuclear age." Jessica keeps her eyes fastened on the door watching two men in leather jackets walk into the bar. "Never got it out. Nothing like an intelligent, giant spider that eats candy and baddies for brekkie and sings. Or does it play its legs the way crickets do?"

"So what has you out this way, Dyanamo? Oh! You can call me Jessica, if you'd like. It's really only the newspapers that go in for the Spider Woman business."

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "The question nobody asks is how does it know who how to differentiate good from bad?"And another plaintive little shrug. "Oh no it sings, apparently. I have heard it make noise for certain, not animal not like cricket."Giant spiders who sing from Moscow everyone.
    "Oh in America? Well there are rumors my team mate has defected, just because they cannot immediately find him. I do not know if this is the truth, but he does sometimes just like his privacy."And well a cigarette is flicked away, and slowly the Dynamo rolls up onto her boots. "So I was the one who got called because I'm here."And with a clatter that faceplate swings back down into position. "You seen an enormous mutant bear singing Russian bar songs anywhere, probably picking lots of fights?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"And I thought Texans had everything bigger. Crikey, no. Definitely, no. I think that would have made the newspapers." The movement behind takes her attention away from the door. "Crazy that it knows the difference between the good ones and the bad ones. My luck it would fall in love with me. The spider, I mean." Shifting into a half-lotus, she leans over the side of the building like she is on the living room floor.

"So, what is this bear's name?" She sits back up and turns her head, "Did you get side-tracked or decide you like the States? I mean, for tonight. These shits are into human trafficking, is that why you're here?"

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "Major Mikhail Uriokovitch, better known as Ursa Major."The most famous fighting bear besides maybe Wojtek maybe? "He is member of Winter Guard since founding, greatest hero on the team if you ask me. Unfortunately he is also mutant, and this is complicated with political problems in Russia. Has been hero since before I was born, I had a stuffed Ursa Major as little girl. Red Guardian visually like your Captain America, but Mikhail has greatest heart of man like Steve Rogers."And a beat, as she watches passively "Also fuck Red Guardian, guy is serious asshole of highest order. They promote this man just so as to make it crime for me to punch him, as I am only enlisted."

    "Do I like states, yes very much so. You can just become hero here, if you have heart enough for it all. You can just go buy guns, just go wherever you want. Mutants are not state property at birth here, and President is not Tsar in all but name."Theres a slow inhale there, and a pause. "I have great Rival from Russia, goes back to first Crimson Dynamo almost. Titanium man, have you heard of this person?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Righto. Fuck, the Red Guardian. The hero's name is Mikhail aka Ursa Major. Surprisingly, I don't know your rival, so just as well." Jessica gets down from her post but remains fixed on the door. "It just looks like you can be anything and go anywhere here. Capturing and experimenting on any mutants has long held favor in certain circles here."

Jessica expels a long, hard breath, "So, Dyanamo. I suppose that is what I am going to call since you haven't shared your name. Are you planning on a little trip into the club down there?"

Galina Nemirovsky has posed:
    "Those men are associates of the Titanium man I am told. It was not too hard to be in the right place at the right time."She turns slowly to peer after Jessica from behind that mask. "Titanium man is criminal of highest order, I keep capturing him and dragging him to gulag as this is law. Government keeps releasing him to do them personal favors, only he returns to his evil in short time. When I make big statement in paper about this, my father kills himself by jumping off building after shooting self in back of head three times."

    She lets that one hang in the air for a moment. "They do this to teach lesson, and I have learned this lesson well. See they have taught me that you can not jail a feral dog, you put such beasts down when you find them. So yes I am going down there, and I am going to kill all of them."She takes a step, climbing up to the edge as that suit starts to hum "I am Senior Sargeant Galina Nemorovsky of the 76nth Guards Air assault Division, the woman honored to wear the title of Crimson Dynamo."