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Iron Fortitude: Warcrimes
Date of Scene: 06 March 2021
Location: Swordfish Bar (SHIELD)
Synopsis: SHIELD gathers for some good news, but instead hears some very very bad news. The US Government has disavowed all of SHIELD and is seizing the Triskelion. SHIELD has gone dark in response because despite this blow, HYDRA is still out there and must be dealt with. Also, E may have just had his cover blown by May.
Cast of Characters: Bobbi Morse, Hellboy, Sara Pezzini, Lance Hunter, Peggy Carter, Clint Barton, Daisy Johnson, Carson Deschain, Melinda May, Phil Coulson




Bobbi Morse has posed:
    SHIELD Legal and PR had done a lot of work dissecting all the information SHIELD operations had gathered about Senator Roberto Feavits and Ambassador al-Naasif. This was a big deal, going after a US Senator. It had to be done right. It had to be done perfectly.

    Those in the know were made aware the President intended to address the nation with regard to these charges against one of their senators, so that he could stay ahead of any backlash. This meant SHIELD could, for once, enjoy and celebrate the fruits of their labour.

    Agents were invited to meet at the Swordfish Bar where a big TV had been set up to watch the President's statement and other journalists break the big story about al-Nassif's war crimes and the corrupt trail that leads right back to Feavits' lap. Drinks were also on the house.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi for her part wandered in to the swordfish a little earlier because this was a show she didn't want to miss. United Nations Security Council, the United Nations, the US Government. There was going to be some exciting fireworks and many of the agents she works with regularly were right in the thick of acquiring the intelligence that had lead to this moment.

    It was nice to simply do something good for the world. This wasn't HYDRA, it was a touch AIM, but really it was a warlord and a corrupt senator. Nice and simple.. and to think it all started with an attempted assassination.

    "Hi E, bourbon on the rocks thanks," she says to the mysterious bartender, who provides her the drink. She takes a seat on one of the couches set up with a good view of the TV.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy shows up, brooding about the terrible thing he plans on doing, but he isnt exactly going to tell people about it is he? So he smiles a bit and goes to the bar and orders a beer and considers. Everyone is celebrating, and while it wasn't his victory, he had read the case files and felt it just the same. Shield was, after all, a shield in so many areas big and small, that it made him glad and proud to be a part of it. He sits on one of the heavy reinforced chairs at the bar raising an extra large stein he brings. He's not a stranger here though not a regular patron and listens.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara was barely SHIELD, like seriously baby WAND agent here. She as barely handed her badge and lanyard when the announcement went out about the celebration. Thought not directly involved in any of it, she decided it was a good way to meet a few people and introduce herself. Thankfully, her usual dress for the "day job" as a NYPD detective worked for shield as well, a dark blue jacket, black slacks and a white button front shirt with sensible laced shoes. She'll fit right in... maybe.

Lance Hunter has posed:
All things considered Hunter wasn't in a celebratory mood but he made his way down to the bar all the same, his left arm is in a sling, under his jacket one sleeve hanging empty. Fortunately he only needs one hand to drink, and that's just what he's doing, "Give me another, one E?" he asks holding up an empty tumbler that had held a few fingers of whiskey a few moments ago.

"Of course, Agent Hunter," the bald headed bartender intones getting him his requested drink. "Do you want," the bartend seems to consider his words. "Talk about it?"

Hunter shakes his head. "Nah, but thanks for the drink mate," he says leaving a five on the bar for a tip as he goes in search of a table to lurk at.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The Swordfish is strange for Peggy -- having a bar in what used to be your offices, with her PERSONAL old office just down the now-bathroom hallway? It's always weird. But there were a few things she needed to look for in her old office, so she was there early, in the back, digging through long dead records and trying to fight the awful feelings of nostalgia she'd been drowning in all week. That means she comes in a different entrance than most -- it's like she just appeared from a back service door. But she's there. The old director looks around the place, tired dark eyes scanning a few faces before she walks up to the bar and nods to E, "...Smithwicks. I know you still keep it. It was a requirement of redoing this place. Don't judge me." She smirks at him, and waits for her incredibly generic British beer.

Peggy's dressed mostly casual, which means a 1950s swing style dress in navy and dark green plaid. Her hair's done in a soft vintage wave and she's put on a decent amount of make up to hide the bone deep exhaustion she's feeling. To the expert profilers in the room, she's on edge. It's like she's waiting for someone to put a few bullets in the room. To those who are less trained in deep reads of people? She's Peggy.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint hadn't been in on the latest rounds of tech recovery and senator implicating, but a win for SHIELD, especially a high visibility one, was always worth celebrating. He wanders into the bar and walks over to the bar, collecting a whiskey from E, then makes his way over to the couch by Bobbi, half sitting on the back of it near her rather than sitting down with her. "So, we get a big win for a change, huh?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Drinks on the house? Damn right that Daisy was there, all prepared to par-taaaay. It also meant CASUAL clothing, jeans with boots, a dark sweater and a black leather jacket. It's all about that tossback to goth Skye. She is sitting down at the bar, back against the counter, one elbow on it lazily and she tapping on the counter. "So, E .. I hear drink are on the house so ..." a little grin on her lips, "How about you prepare me something fancy? The fanciest you can imagine."

There's a pause from E and then the bald bartender offers, "A fizzy water?" Daisy shakes her head immediately. "No! Just.., how about a macallan?" she was getting bad habits from someone. When she gets her drink she lifts it to those by the bar, just a brief glance going between Lance and Bobbi. Mmm, something was fishy!

"Hey rookie, you are on the right place. Lucky they didn't get you to run all over the city to find this. It's usually tradition." She says to Pezzini.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Suited up, but the shoes. THE SHOES. Hopefully nothing goes wrong here... the quartermaster was rather perplexed... and not a small bit upset, that his standard issues were reduced to really expensive ankle bracelets... and lets not even talk about what happened to the dress socks. Melinda knows. Lance too.

But his appearance through the door is with the exuberance of a person who has enjoyed all of the coffee. With a handful of espresso beans dipped in caffeinated chocolate and a couple of depth charges to chase it down. So he's vibrating, for lack of better words. While he is attempting to move through the crowd without contact -is- the goal, should Mr. Deschain be thumped into the motion is likely to be stopped dead, like a bullet against Rogers's shield.

Of course there are always exceptions to that.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    "Yeah. Feels good right? No HYDRA breathing down our necks for a change just good ol' world wide peace keeping and conspiracy busting," she says to Clint. Her eyes roam over to Lance and his arm in a sling. What the heck has he gotten up to now? she gives him a slightly sympathetic look. She's broken her arms plenty of times in the past and knows just how much of a pain it is.

    She reaches over to tink her glass with Clint's and then asks, "Hey have you ever thought of doing the Level 7 exam? You've been a Senior Agent for a while now, I think you'd make a good Level 7. I mean, if you're not too busy being a celebrity Avenger superhero or whatever.." She smirks at him and then takes a sip.

Peggy Carter has posed:
As much as Peggy would love to share a drink with Lance, and she does give a casual lift of her beer in his direction, it's another man her eyes are on tonight. A man who has now just come up to Bobbi. So, that's the camp that Peggy's put her hat in tonight as she casually strolls over to Clint Barton and Bobbi, a weary smile crossing her ever red lips. "Morse. At some point, you'll need to properly introduce me to your new friend. I mean...I've heard stories about him," She nods towards Clint. "But not the same as a proper introduction. Some of us are old fashioned that way." Peggy's British tone clips out gently.

While he might not actually know who she is, who knows how much Clint pays attention to SHIELD history, he's definitely getting the long look over of a 80 year spy who is putting together a profile as they speak. It's just nice she can do it over a beer. Bobbi's comment about no HYDRA breathing down their necks just gets a longer, dryer smirk from Peggy. The old woman is brittle and bitter. But decades of this work will do that to a lady.

Melinda May has posed:
May seriously debated coming, this evening, truth be told. Not because she doesn't appreciate the victory they scored, but because lots of people in very tight quarters with a lot of clashing emotions is NOT on her Fun List. (Be impressed there actually *is* a Fun List, people.) Of course, come to think of it, even before Afterlife it wasn't on her Fun List, so that's not really a big change. It's just a whole lot higher on the This Is Not Fun List, is all.

She stands outside the door, staring hard at it for a long moment before she actually works up the effort to come in. A couple of younger agents brush by her, giving curious looks. The look she shoots them is typical enough of her that they scuttle by quickly. Thus, when she does finally slide through the door and into the bar, she has a little room to step to the side and out of the way. That's a good thing, since she needs to lean back against the nearest wall and close her eyes for a moment to center herself.

*What the hell were you thinking, Melinda?*

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy waves to everyone, heart lightened by those who he knows, or doesnt know but knows by reputation. He waves to Daisy in particular having recently worked with her and brings the stein. Forgotten (not forgotten) are ominous shadows of a task to come, but eat, drink and be merry for now is the shadow and thunder and time to party; what's not to like. He is, of course, dressed as he always is, but he cleaned UP the acket a least.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Soooo many people. Sara collects a beer and finds herself a place to sit that she can see the television, but not a single face is one she knows until May comes in... then she knows one face, one she is not about to go poking at. Angelo clearly gave this one some warnings, good man.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    "Director Peggy Carter. Allow me to introduce you to Senior Agent Clint Barton aka Hawkeye, of the Avengers Initiative," she says with a grin. Two legendary people in her mind. Her idol and her friend. Not a terrible combination. Not the least of which she dobbed Clint in as a potential handler for Peggy's prisoner.

    "There are young faces here I don't even recognise. I need to pay more attention to personnel changes." She gives a small lift her glass to Sara and then a tip of an imaginary hat to Hellboy. "Hey the big guy from WAND is here.." She notes May's curious lurking and hmms thoughtfully.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
[On the Television]
    The President enters the press room at the White House. There are camera flashes from the reporter audience as he places both hands on the podium. "Today I thought I was coming to talk to you about corruption in the United Nations, corruption in my own government. But instead, I was approached by our internal security aparatus telling me of corruption in the highest levels of our security machinery. So ladies and gentlemen of the press, I will now stand aside and allow Secretary Of Defence Denver Maelstrom to take the podium."

<-- All SHIELD Agents. This is a Dark Alert. All SHIELD Agents are ordered to go to ground. Coordinates for rendezvous will be provided by Dark Alert Security Channel 1. All Agents of SHIELD must lock down and evacuate the Triskelion and The Hub immediately. Repeat: All SHIELD Agents. This is a Dark Alert. All SHIELD Agents are ordered... --> It continues on repeat.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"...He was withus the night with the vampires. I need to properly meet him at *some* point as well. But yes. There are... many new faces." Peggy looks a bit wary about that. Partially because she's no Director any longer, so she doesn't get to see all the personnel records. Partially because she simply doesn't know people and she feels very surrounded. She raises her glass towards Clint, head tilting in respect, "I've heard good things about you, Barton. We should catch up late-..."

And then her phone is going off. Not the phone she hovers over nowadays, but her SHIELD Issue phone. Peggy blinks, looking down as she pulls the emergency buzzing piece of technology out of her pocket and reads the display on the generally locked screen. Her stomach goes into her T-strap high heels. She stares for a few heartbeats, her throat tight. "...they got to the President, didn't they?" She rasps out, every so softly. Maybe only Bobbi and Clint will hear, but there are many sharp ears here. May can probably feel the waves of dread and acceptance from her.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara sets the beer down, and it stays down. She looks around the room almost immediately and wonders just what the hell is going on and if she is included in this warning. Seriously, the 'Welcome to SHIELD' packet is still only half read on her coffee table. Her badge says Agent, so she decides this does in fact mean her.

Standing up, she walks toward May because that is the only person she knows. Sure the others are safe and SHIELD and such but still, she doesn't know them. "What's going on?" This was asked to May, but she said it clearly enough anyone could have heard it.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy looks at his phone and blinks. This is...not his area of experise. If the president was being attacked by tentacled things from another dimension, he would know how to handle it but this is...real and ....not normal. He is, oddly, at a bit of a loss so remains quiet and listens for people who know how to handle this a hell of a lot better than he does.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Letting out a bit of a breath, Phil enters the bar as he looks around, smiling as he sees the people present, although he stays quiet as he steps over in the direction of the bar. Looking to the TV as the president comes on, he comes to a stop, pausing as he hears the man's words. "What..." he begins, frowning as he considers the words. But then his phone goes off, and he picks it up to read the display on it, wincing momentarily. "Not good at all..." he says, mostly to himself.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Stopping mid-step, looking up... up at the big red wrecking machine with a growing O of surprise on his face. There shall be no playing it cool - not that he could right now. But the mutant moves through the bar, weaving with a practiced sort of grace developed from years of running obstacle courses. "'Scuse me." slipping past one and Carson even doing a bit of a 'spin' maneuver to weave around Ms. Carter, "Pardon me, ma'am. Very rude of me. I shall make it up to you, I promise." the last bit trailing off as the curly mop head of hair in a whirl before he's just... right there - next to the target of his interest.

"I expect you hear this a lot but WOW!!! You're Hellboy! You know that, of course. But I never thought I'devergetachancetoseeyouupcloseandpersonallikethisohmygoshIam..." he pauses as his speaking has become rapid fire, deep breaths. DEEP breaths.

"Hey can I shake your hand man? You're a legend!" sticking out his right hand - that's right. For the stone hand! The real hand. Looking down at his pocket when his phone buzzes and his left hand dips to dig it out - still aiming for the handshake... this is more important... maybe?

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint answers Bobbi with a simple, "I've thought about it. Maybe soon." He stands from his lean/sit situation as Peggy comes over, preparing to offer his hand when... "Shit." He looks around the bar at the crowd, "I guess they did. So what do we do now? I mean, not about the dark thing, about the government?" This also low, meant mainly for Bobbi and Peggy.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter flashes a 'tell you later' look to Bobbi when she looks his way, but there is a slight lightening of his mood at her concern. He spots Daisy and one of the new agents by the bar and heads in her direction when the alerts start coming over people's phones. His isn't on him, and wouldn't work if it was, bullets will do that, but spotting Davis looking at his phone, he leans over the man's shoulder to steal a look. "Bloody hell..." he curses eyes flicking around the room to Bobbi first, then cutting to Peggy and May.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy lifts her glass up to Hellboy as well when the big boy gets in yet it's May that gets her attention. Some brief look of concern goes through the young agent's eyes and she gets to her feet. She is all ready to go close to the 'Big Bad May' when that alert starts buzzing through their phones. "Well ..." she looks up briefly, noting how most are doing the same. No drill. A frown. A look to the tv. Doesn't take a genius to find the relation there.

A glance to the younger agents and a nod. "Time to pack up and get out." a look to E. "And you stay safe." she was all about acting first and thinking about it later. It's what she had been drilled to do by the best in SHIELD.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy blinks and shakes Carson's hand. "Er.....please to meet you?" Hellboy has been with the agency for decades and he hasnt seen a Dark Alert. He read about it in a book and largely ignored it but its one of those things in the annual training they make you take that you never think you're going to use like 'What if the floor becomes Lava' training but ....well. Hell, that had happened three times compared to this. "Interesting day isnt it?" He drinks down the rest of his beer. Someone should be blown up or something. The people in the room are legends. Surely they have some secret plan or something.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi takes her phone out of her pocket when it and everyone elses starts buzzing. She looks at the dark alert and her expression changes. She looks back to the television and shakes her head to Peggy in confusion. "Everyone stay calm," she says trying to discourage people from bolting all at once. That wouldn't look suspicious at all..

    "Let's get a better understanding of what's going on here and make sure it isn't a false alarm first." As if that were possible. Only Fury can send out a dark alert. So she looks over to Coulson with an expression of 'hey you're the most experienced level 8 here', even as she starts dialing Hill on her phone.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
[On the Television]
    A hard looking man with a touch of a sneer shakes hands with the president and does the upper arm pat as they pass each other. He stands before the podium, clears his throat, then adjusts his tie. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, my name is Denver Maelstrom, I am SecDef and it is my responsibility to ensure that our fair lands remain safe under our presidents watch. It is with heavy heart that I must tell you one of our most trusted powerhouses - The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, SHIELD, has become a rogue agency attempting to overthrow the US Government itself."

    "As of Today, SHIELD will no longer be welcome in this country and the Triskelion, their headquarters of operation that we allow as their hosts to operate from will be seized by the US Military. An armed force is already on the way to capture the building lead by Colonel Talbot under command of Brigadier General Hale." He raises his hands as many reporters in the audience start asking unintelligable questions, "Yes I know you have questions but allow me eluciate the situation for you all."

Melinda May has posed:
May's eyes snap open at the spike in emotions from experienced agents as the dark alert goes out. She looks over to the TV, seeing that alert running across it. Then, hearing Sara's question, she grimaces. "It means the agency is being burned," she tells the rookie. She looks at the woman's shiny new lanyard and badge. "It means you need to bury your new badge and pretend it doesn't exist."

Her expression, feeding off of so many emotions in the room, darkens. "It means HYDRA just got payback for a lot of shit we've been stirring up."

She gives the rookie a tight, entirely humourless ghost of a smile and starts moving through the crowd toward Bobbi and Peggy.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The old Director is remarkably calm. Perhaps a bit more pale, but with a look of acceptance on her face for anything that is about to happen. "Morse has the right of it. Swordfish wasn't on the list of hot zones, even if this is a real alert. Drink your beer, take a breath, and we'll... figure this out." Peggy echoes the other woman's reassurances, even as she pulls out a phone. It's not a SHIELD issue phone, but a little flip burner, which means sending this text is gently annoying.

But she starts texting the other people with burners. People who have seen the edges of corruption. May. Lance. Daisy. Jemma. Bobbi. Carson (if he took the burner given him after the Paciifca mission.) Yo-yo. <Probably HYDRA. 1221 Hempstead Terrace, Long Island, Safehouse. Will update with more. Keep calm.> Otherwise, she's locked down every inch of emotions she had before. Now it's crisis mode. May gets a slight nod as she's weaving through the crowd.

Then she's listening to the news report. She's processing it. For a moment, her eyes press shut. The quiet waves of grief she's felt for other reasons this week come fresh and new, bitter. Choking. She listens quietly to the death report on what she worked for her entire life.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    "Eluciate? Who the hell says eluciate?," she says watching the television. She puts a hand to her other ear and says, "Hill... yes ma'am. Yes ma'am.." she frowns a touch and starts moving to a quieter corner of the bar where she can still watch the television but also listen in on what Hill is telling her about what they know. "But how did... Yes ma'am," she says. Then another text comes in on her burner from Peggy. Of course she assumes HYDRA.. and it seems likely too. Who else would have the audacity to come at SHIELD like this.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara pulls her brand new phone, it still has the plastic on the surface, and looks at it. Yep, it's screaming just like everyone elses... might as well leave the plastic on it apparently. She's not trying to leave, though honestly she has it pretty easy. Go Dark, so she goes to work at the NYPD tomorrow as usual, what she can't figure out is 'what the fuck actual fuck?!' but that will have to wait. For now she will just remain calm, that's easy from training. Wait for answers, that is also easy. And not drink, just in case.

"Well fuck..." she mutters, then heads toward the bar as well because that is where the important people are with more information. The lanyard is removed and stuffed into the pocket with the badge for now, so many questions.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Dark alert... Carson stares at his phone before Bobbi tells people to keep calm. "Nice wish..." he's still shaking, still jazzed up, he hasn't expelled anything and he must have dropped at least six stories twice on the jog here... That and when he got clipped by that pizza delivery moped.

Then he hears Melinda's voice in the crowd, talking about the agency getting burned. Hiding badges. Helluva first week in the service of SHIELD.

"Hey, Mr. Hellboy? If this party gets louder and bullet-ey... Do me a favor and punch me with the business hand. Stomach please." dead serious now and looking to the burner phone being sent messages by Ms. Carter. Again, the note to keep calm. One can dream.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy sneers. He has fought actual nazis and this smells as rotton. He accidently puts a fist sized dent in his steined as he crushes. He sighs, he loses more steins that way. He doesn't like this at all. He's been at home in the bowels of the Triseklion for years. Worse, the chaos makes him realize he can probably get away with what he is planning...easier. Shield will have itself set right...probably, but still. Its not right and he wants to...shoot something.

He snaps out of his reverie and blinks at Carlson, "Wh....what? You WANT me to punch you with my hand?" He is confused and looks into his bent stein to figure out if someone slipped him LSD.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson still keeps his eyez on the TV, letting out a bit of a breath. The look he gives the screen for a few moments seems to show how he's trying to process this. Then he looks around the room again, nodding a bit in Bobbi's direction. "Keeping calm is the most important thing right now," he offers, in agreement.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint turns back to the TV, muttering, "Well, look at the smirk on Mr. man there. Hydra's higher up than we thought, looks like." He also pulls out a phone and fires off a text, though it's not his SHIELD phone.

He downs his drink and puts the glass on a table, that'll be it for him tonight. "Ok, so. Looks like we have a lot of work to do real soon."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
One hand reaches to her burner phone, Daisy taking a quick peek at it before stashing it away. A resigned look comes upon her expression but also a determined one, the woman moving closer to the 'usual suspects', reaching again for her glass. "You know what. .. I am going to have that afterall E.." she takes the macallan and downs it fully. It burns her throat lightly but after a grimace she puts the glass back on the counter.

And then it's time to get to work. She pops up her phone again, one eye on the tv screen, another on the phone as she types quickly. It was time to lock down and safeguard SHIELD's cyber info. Good luck breaking her cyphers, government stooges..

How the world turns, now back to being a rogue hacker after everything she had done to leave that behind. "They won't win." she says in answer to Clint about Hydra having people in high places.

Lance Hunter has posed:
There is a smile from the bartender to Daisy. "This location is, as it has always been, 'off the books' so I shall be safe. It's you Agent Johnson and the others I worry about. So, please, when you depart do be careful."

Elsewhere in the bar, Hunter flips open his burner and sees the message he expected to see. He type back KK which on these ancient keypads is still a pain in the ass before downing his drink and leaving his lanyard and badge on Davis' table. The ICER he has on his hip? That he's keeping.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Looks like." Peggy whispers to Clint, having been standing quite close to him. She leans a bit nearer, so it's just a whisper against the side of his face. They might almost look like lovers, but there is nothing tender about the information she is giving. "I have one of HYDRA's heads locked up in a basement on Long Island. Was going to talk to you about getting some help with him. 1221 Hempstead Terrace. Join us...one of these days. We have rotating shifts playing babysitter." While she didn't have a burner phone for him, that was the most important information to spread to the man before she pulls away, not wanting to draw too much attention.

In truth, she's now watching the room. She's searching faces, looking for who is shocked, sick, offended looking, and looking for who is not. Who could have betrayed them? Is someone loyal to HYDRA in this room? She's using every profiler's instinct possible to figure out anyone she shouldn't trust sharing drinks right now. It means she's dead silent, lost in her own analysis world for a few moments. If Bobbi is still close, she asks softly, "...is there somewhere else that isn't on the books we can put people? The house...isn't that big. I have a smaller place in Brooklyn too. But that's it. What's fallen out of use?"

Carson Deschain has posed:
"I know, it sounds nuts. But I've already fallen about one hundred and seventy odd feet today, was being slammed around by downtown foot traffic and..." he pauses - probably five people in the room know about him, "Look I can take the hit, it's a talent." Carson gives Hellboy a click of his cheek and a fingergun.

"But the higher ups... they don't look concerned. I don't expect it to be a thing. But then... never know." chuckling now, trying to calm himself as much as he can. Fingerguns and a click. Good lord Carson. Deep breaths, rolling around all that potential energy. "Once we're in a clear spot I'll show you a party trick..." looking back to Peggy, Coulson, Morse and May - watching how they act. Following their lead while wanting to run around the bar perimeter on the walls.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi's eyes look searchingly to Peggy as she's asked a question she hasn't got the answer to. "The uh.. well.. we," she whispers back, "Ah hell one fire at a time please Peggy." She grimaces and realises somehow she's meant to juggle this many balls at once. "I have a safe house on Coney Island. Loft space," she whispers back and gives the address.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
[On the Television]
    "SHIELD has conducted the following illegal activities that will not be tolerated by the US Government and should not be tolerated by other nations of the world who harbour SHIELD. One -- The detonation of a nuclear devices against their enemies in the Amazon rainforest." (Satellite footage of a nuclear bomb going off in a densely forested area with a small black quinjet visible just before the flash)

    "Two -- The weaponisation of drones which were set loose in New York City and surrounding areas, terrorising citizens and causing billions in damages, as well as almost killing one of the Avengers." (Footage from News teams of Falcon running along the side of a building as a giant beam weapon blasts behind him. Camera shakily zooms out up and up to the sky where a giant drone hover and several more smaller drones fly by. Footage of several drones shooting at a restaurant downtown New York with miniguns. Footage cuts to Supergirl appearing and shooting back her heat vision at the drone and cutting it in half)

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy says, "I will happily punch you then...when this is all done." Its definitely not the strangest thing. How can people just...believe this? It doesnt make sense, and he sense some anger but drinks it again in normal. As it is, he has another drink listening, but says, "I...know people who know people if you don't mind shacking up with goblins or ghouls or vampires who are mostly good people."

Melinda May has posed:
May takes up a spot at the bar, near to Peggy and Morse, among her friends. Still, she's radiating more 'keep the hell away from me' vibes than usual. Her back is stiff, her arms are crossed over her shoulders, hiding the fists that tuck tightly against her torso. Her eyes don't stop moving, focussing on face after face, watching reactions and -- frankly -- reading emotions and trying to match emotional signatures to the people she sees.

She glances down as the burner vibrates on her hip, but doesn't immediately open it. She can guess what it says, after all. Especially as she watches Peggy speak softly to Clint.

"I know where we can get some space, too," she tells Peggy quietly. "Chinatown."

She takes in the images on the tv, and her expression changes to mirror a lot of what she's feeling around her: What the holy fucking hell?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara pulls out her real phone and checks the message that just went through, from her boss at the precinct, some random announcement about staying out of the way of the Military near the Triskelion... well duh. A call to uniform officers to close streets and aid where needed at a distance from the locations.... another duh.

"NYPD, all precincts are on alert," she announces to anyone who might care. "They're not directly involved at the Triskelion, but they are on call for the streets of NY. I can keep you posted on what routes the military is taking through the city." That's all she can offer, the only help she can give.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi stares in wonder at the screen, "That wasn't us! That AIM psychopath killed our agents and when he lost he nuked himself." She throws up her hands in exasperation toward the screen and then glares at Lance. Not because of their spat but because the guy on the TV is twisting the truth. "And those drones weaponised themselves," she says with annoyance and shoots Daisy a glare, someone who fought and hacked those things and many of them got seriously injured dealing with them. More agents lost their lives. She is... disgusted. It's one thing to throw SHIELD under the bus, but to trample on the memory of those agents who died fighting to protect people like the SecDef... she blinks and says, "Yes sorry ma'am," she says in to the phone to Hill. "Coulson is here ma'am.. right. I don't know where Commander Hand is ma'am, I haven't seen her since earlier in the week at staff meeting."

Clint Barton has posed:
He nods after Peggy whispers to him, still staring at the screen with disbelief, "You have got to be kidding me." He looks around the bar, much like the others, trying to judge reactions of the people around him. He moves slightly towards Bobbi, not enough to intrude on her privacy, but nearby if she wants to talk.

He takes a breath or two and puts on his 'agent face'. Not the time for emotion, right now is gather info and plan. Time later for shooting things in the face. Probably many, many things.

Carson Deschain has posed:
"Bring on the ghouls and goblins and creatures of the night, man. They're people too." Carson nods to Hellboy while he watches the television, expression darkening some more. Hearing some of the conversations moving back and forth.

"My van might work for transport, Ms. Carter!" the tour van, what he uses to get from gig to gig. It's big, outfitted for multiple people to ride inside and with enough equipment to practically be a sensor-scrambler inside for all the electronics.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara keeps her other work phone out, watching the texts fly across it from various officers around the city. Most fail to believe this bullshit, but some do. Stopping at the bar, no where near May (the vibes are strong with that one), concern written all over her face.

"This doesn't make any sense, how can anyone believe this crap? Anyone with half a brain would know SHIELD doesn't do this kind of shit!" If that was aimed at the TV or her phone isn't clear, then she looks up and realize she is standing right in the middle of Clint, Peggy and Bobbi. "Oops, sorry..." she very slowly take a couple of steps back. "Did not mean to go all space invader there."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy suddenly worries. W.A.N.D. has important things, things that the US Military isnt going to understand at the Triskelion and that might mean breaking back in. It's quick and simple to lock down...hopefully someone inside would have had time....but he can't take that chance. "People don't have to believe it; they just have to stand by in stunned silence while this happens around them. And seriously, they have obviously planned for this for a while. Like mind control tech or magic or something

Bobbi Morse has posed:
[On the Television]
    "Three -- Attack on a sovereign nation, Saudi Arabia, an ally of the United States of America. The following footage may disturb some of you who are familiar and perhaps even admire the SHIELD Agent known only as 'Quake'." (Footage from security cameras inside what looks like a bank vault of Quake holding out her hands like she does when she uses her quaking abilities as the roof starts to cave in with sand) "57 million dollars in gold reserves were stolen from Saudi Arabia's secure vault in the desert thanks to Quake and The Punisher."

    "Four -- The abduction of Ambassador from Saudi Arabi to the United States Naasif el-Lodi while in his residence in Saudi Arabia. SHIELD wore the uniforms of Iron Fortitude in an attempt to frame United States Senator Roberto Feavits, the founder and owner of Iron Fortitude private security." (Footage from across the streets of SUVs driving in to a compound, followed by sounds of gun fire, and then footage of SUVs leaving the compound)

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi shuts her mouth a touch tighter than normal when Sara proudly declares SHIELD doesn't do this kind of shit. Well.. they do sometimes do that kind of shit, but it's rare and it's coordinated with agencies around the world. It's never done in a vacuum. Sanctions are a serious deal and Fury does not take them lightly.

    "Hmm." The phone is hung up and put back in to her pocket. "Agents, can I have your attention for a moment," she says and then stares at the TV in annoyance, "Coordinates for a new base of operations will be sent to you via secure channels over the next week. Until then, we are to go dark and keep our heads down. Do not. I repeat. Do not show your SHIELD credentials to anyone. Do not drive a vehicle with a SHIELD logo on it. Do not tell anyone you are an Agent of SHIELD."

    The tone and look on her face is one of pure anger and annoyance as she says, "Thank you." Then she hears more about what's on the TV and her eyes shoot over to Daisy, "The fuck..." the only way they could have gotten that footage? digging the damn vault back up out of the desert. "OH great, so they're vindicating the damn war criminal behind all this while they're at it." She knocks back her whisky and takes in a deep breath, her eyes looking over to Lance with extreme concern.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Bloody hell," Hunter repeats as he makes his way over to join the others around Peggy and Bobbi. "Really wish I shot that bastard more now," he says of ell-Lodi, before he gets on to throwing his own resources into the pot. "Nooot to dig up old wounds," he says with a look to Bobbi. "Or particularly fresh ones for that matter, but my place is still technically off the grid," he says, "So if we need another spot to hide or store gear," he says before more footage comes out, and he glances at Daisy before his eyes come back to Bobbi, with the same concerned look. "Helluva day," he remarks for a lack of a better way to put it.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peggy's taking this all in quietly, shutting down every inch of emotion, anger, grief, every BIT of what she might be feeling as she stares over the crowd and listens to the lies being painted on their backs. She then gulps down the rest of her beer like some frat boy and sets the empty pint glass aside, giving May and Carson a brief nod. "Alright, need the address of the place in Chinatown. And yes, Carson, transport might be helpful for anyone who came here in SHIELD vehicles. I've got three vehicles off the books right now myself, but only one that is here. We..."

Her voice drops a bit. It's meant for the people closest to her range, "We need to make certain we can trust everyone here, then get them to safety. Different off the books places. Burner phones. The security I've been using will be... everyone now. I guess. Fuck." She then looks to Sara, realizing she swore in front of a rookie. "Sorry."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara starts looking around the bar for some indication of a map of the city. She has one in the saddle bags of her bike, but if she can find one here she can start marking out the closed roads.

"Bridges and tunnel are being shut down to two lanes, and people are being stopped to check IDs," she states, again not to anyone specifically, just in general, to keep people informed.

Looking up from the phone she adds, "There is one room available where I'm staying that someone can crash out in if needed, perhaps two if they don't mind sharing a bed."

Now she looks to the TV with her newest additions to the list. Well sure, that seems about right for super powered individuals, and she's pretty sure there was a reason for it. She doesn't need to know that reason, she trusts SHIELD. Even with all this crap, she still does. She didn't mean to be that close to Peggy when the woman spoke, she didn't mean to hear it, and begins to wonder if she has some way of proving she's not Hydra... whatever the hell that was.

Melinda May has posed:
May gives Peggy an address -- one she may remember from days long ago, since it's a place Agent Lily Chen once accessed through her connections with the Quon family... connections Agent May, through crazy random happenstance, happens to have inherited. Or, more accurately, shares. A small dockside warehouse that's unremarkable in every way, save for its prohibition era substructure.

Beyond that, however, she says nothing. She watches the news, she listens to what the others say, and she moves toward the end of the bar where its easiest to slip out the back. Because, if it comes time to move -- or, more honestly, if emotions spike too hard again -- she doesn't want to linger.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
[On the Television]
    "Five -- Sedition. The rogue agency SHIELD attempted to fabricate evidence against Senator Feavits and Ambassador el-Lodi in an attempt to take them to the United Nations Security Council under the warcrimes act. The evidence includes footage of Iron Fortitude employees supposedly committed heinous acts, which we now know has been modified by sophisticated computer programs to frame them."

    "What is clear is SHIELD has grown so big, so powerful, they think they can topple governments. The United States security apparatus cannot afford to have this rogue agency in our backyard, operating with impunity, telling our law enforcement what to do, where to go, when to turn a blind eye."

    "For these acts and many more, SHIELD is no longer welcome as a law enforcement or spy agency in the United States. A special commission will be set up to provide oversight for agencies SHIELD has previously been in charge of; namely ARMOR and SWORD. All Agents of SHIELD are to be considered illegal in the United States and will be arrested on sight. Thank you ladies and gentlemen of the press a full package of these serious claims will be provided to you to run on your own networks and print papers."

    The broadcast ends after the SecDef leaves the stage and the reports loudly ask questions. Once he's out of the room though the reporters quiet down in to a low buzz of discussion and the feed from the White House ends cutting to a commercial about breakfast cereal.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi gulps and nods to Lance. She forces a smile but it's artificial. She approaches the bar and finds an empty box and then hands it to a junior agent. "Every one, drop your SHIELD credentials in the box. We will keep them safe here in the Swordfish for now. If you get searched trying to leave the city fall back on your civilian identities."

    For her own part, she unclips her lanyard and drops it in to the box, then takes out her leather wallet with her metal SHIELD in it and drops it in .. very hesitantly. Fury gave her that SHIELD. It means a lot to her.

    She grinds her jaw a touch says, "Someone needs to sneak Daisy out of here." Her voice low again as she unzips her jacket. It has a SHIELD logo on it, and tosses it on to the back of a chair. She won't be wearing that one home, even though it's a favourite.

Carson Deschain has posed:
"This guy." Carson mutters as he watches the last of the address. "HYDRA shenanigans..." such language... midwest boi. "It's where you need it. Pull-ups at a gas and snack location or two - we can get people loaded and moved, no problem. I don't expect I'm even known, Ms. Carter." looking up to Hellboy, "Any of those ghouls and vampires able to help move folks around too?" brows lifting, "I got no problems owin' favors to folk just 'cause they have fangs."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint chuckles at Peggy's slip, shaking his head, "We're all feeling it, I wouldn't worry too much. Think we have bigger problems than a little language issue. Bobbi, what do you need me to do? I can help with whatever, I'd rather have a job than stand here watching this crap." He gestures at the TV.

"They really went out of their way to turn this around. Betcha Feavits is freaking Hydra too. Wonder how long they've been working to pull this off, can't have been spur of the moment."

Peggy Carter has posed:
The list of falsified sins makes Peggy's eyes close for a moment again. It's a scar across her heart, every word that is spoken. A striking failure in everything she's spent her life doing. She swallows back tightly, trying to organize her brain as she considers what to do, then her dark eyes snap back open. "May. Help me... Organize people. Get them over here, verify... they are who they say they are." Not just identity, but they say that they are SHIELD and they are loyal to SHIELD, not HYDRA. That's the unspoken words she's dying to hope that May understands. She thinks she will.

"ANyone else. If you have no where to go and no credentials, get in line here. We'll get you a safe space and start working on alternate identities for you!" Peggy calls over the room after Bobbi's orders to drop all their regular credentials in the box. It's the best way to organize and stay safe.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy says, "This thing smells to high heaven. I dont care if W.A.N.D. is in their web or not; you need help, you ask for it, you'll get it. I can't speak for everyone but I know I speak for a lot of people. This is ridiculous and we're going to get to the bottom of this crap."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
There's just a faint smile given to E, then a nod. Yes, Daisy knew the man would be safe. He always did! Attention then goes back to the others, her own fury about this all being well tucked down well. She still looks at May from time to time with some worry. She looks at Lance with a nod, "Might take you up on that, at least temporarily. I got my van, but need to figure out a few things. And I need to reach Elena." And Matt. But no need to share that.

"Quake turns her eyes back to the TV, frowning. "They were very thorough about what we have been up to, all those missions..." she shakes her head to herself. All that effort..

She reaches into her pocket to take out her SHIELD credentials, looking at them briefly before placing them on the box.

"I could try to fly out." she suggests to Bobbi. "Would they be checking the skies already?"

Melinda May has posed:
May's lips press into a thin, white line. She pusehs off from the bar. Instead of heading for the door, however, she begins to circulate slowly through the crowd of agents. There's an odd look in her eye -- a tight concentration, her expression rigidly neutral.

Oddly, instead of avoiding touch, she subtly brushes against every single person that she passes. Sometimes it's just a hand briefly on a shoulder. Sometimes it's a jostled shoulder and an apologetic half-shrug. But to those that know her well, it's entirely out of character... and yet entirely purposeful.

She's... experimenting.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil Coulson frowns as he looks at the TV, nodding a bit as he hears what's said by the others. There's a glance to the TV as well, before he looks back to the others again now.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara continues her random reports, "Helicopters are in the air," she calls out, cause she heard someone asking about the sky. "I can hide Quake out if needed," is also thown out there.

She looks up now from the phone to those in the room just for a moment through before she is sifting through the texts once again. "I don't know how W.A.N.D. is effected by all those, doesn't matter to me, if anyone needs anything, you only have to ask. I'm more than willing to hide people in the house with Angelo if needed, run interference with the NYPD, and help get this all straightened out."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi shakes her head at Clint and says, "Honestly. This is a new one for me." She keeps looking over to Coulson for cues, but it's Peggy who gets everyone in gear. "Help her," she says pointing to Peggy and then slumps in a chair. Her mind is reeling at the source they got this intelligence from. They carefully didn't use anything that SHIELD had but instead used alternate sources. Military satellites, across the road security cameras.. very carefully planned.

    She looks back to Clint, "On second thought.. you'd best go brief the Avengers. I'm sure Fury will reach out to Cap and Tony at some point but we're going to need them and they need to publicly distance themselves from us until we've sorted this out."

    She stares at the floor in deep concentration. Feavits is HYDRA may be? whoever is feeding the SecDef this information is probably HYDRA. This can't just be because of the AIM weapons and Iron Fortitude. It must be because of Vogel.. he did warn them HYDRA had claws. And Pacifica.. and Whitehall. Now that she thinks about it, they'd been messing up HYDRA's plans quite effectively. May be they finally got sick of it.

    She looks over to Daisy and asks, "Are you going to be okay? I wouldn't... use your powers. Who knows if they're tracking that. Stay safe.. and I'll see you at the rendezvous."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy says, "Ditto." He cracks his knuckles and turns his former stein into a small piece of tinfoil and then really tiny shiny tinfoil."

Carson Deschain has posed:
"I have my old vigilante outfit too, if you need, Bobbi. Run interference without revealing myself." throwing out ideas and options. Hyped up. Carson bounces on his feet some. Shaking his head next, "Sorry, I'm charged up - lot of energy!" breath breath breath breath breath... "Or if you want me to go in like a wrecking ball, put attention elsewhere - I can put myself up to risk for it if you want!"

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter circles back to the table to get his ID brushing against May on the way back, the confusion and anger likely fairly clear to her Inhuman senses before he meets Bobbi's look puts his hand on her shoulder as he drops the ID and badge into the box, with less regret than the others, his loyalty was to the people in this room not symbols and badges.

"Want to ride with me?" he asks Bobs. "Or do we not want to group up right now?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint Barton nods to Bobbi, "Well, I can certainly do that, at least." He reaches into a pocket and pulls out his wallet, adding his SHIELD ID and badge to the box. No lanyard on him, that's back home. He watches May circulating, then looks back to Bobbi with a raised eyebrow. He decides he can wait until the all clear is given before leaving, he doesn't want to get anyone out the door yet.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi says to Lance, "Got my bike in the ally. I'm not going to leave that behind." She pats his arm and says, "Don't die, okay?" Certainly the closest they've gotten to _talking_ since the whole incident at his apartment began. But this is more pressing than their personal issues.

    "Agents.. in your own time disperse. But not all at once. If you need it, get your safe house details from Carter," she says motioning hands toward Peggy. She shakes her head to Carson, "Agent Deschain.. follow protocol. Go dark, don't draw attention to yourself that isn't needed. It's okay, you've trained for this."

    She says to Lance, "I'm going to my coney island safe house. I'm not sure if you remember it. Ninjas attacked it last year.. but I got it fixed up. Any way.. you know, be safe and all that."

Peggy Carter has posed:
As Peggy sees what May is doing, a slight smile pulls at her tired expression. She dips her head in respectful confirmation towards the woman, a sort of 'Carry on' indication, since it'll be easier catching a traitor like that instead of waiting for them to line up for an easy way out. Peggy's remaining in one place, starting to carefully dole out safe house assignments. Those who have no ID what so ever get to stay in Manhattan for the moment. Those with IDs are given the addresses for the house on Long Island or a little place in Brooklyn. The number to Peggy's burner phone is given out to anyone who May vets, but no one else. Still, it no longer feels like a secure phone, just a necessary one.

The Battleaxe of an ex-Director seems to be taking this incredibly well. Maybe she expected it. Maybe she's just that old and bitter.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Now the phone has quieted, mostly, there are still a few texts going across it, Sara moves around to give her NYPD detective number out to new friends. They can call her any time, anywhere, she's a cop after all, she can have friends.

"It doesn't matter the reason people, even if you just need lunch brought, call me," Sara states as she hands out her number. "I may have a day job, but that doesn't mean I can't help."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter nods. "I remember," Hunter says with a nod, a touch of a wry smile at the casual mention of ninja. "I'll get Daisy where she needs to go and meet you there," he tells her before a more heartfelt sort of smile crosses his lips, "Don't die out there," he repeats before looking over his shoulder to Daisy. "Want a lift?" he asks.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint nods to Bobbi, "Ok, I'm gonna go get started. You know how to reach me. Make sure you keep me up on developments, I need to know what's going on, and I need to be in on whatever we do to fix this. As of right now, the Avengers can manage without me for a bit, this is way more important." He heads for the door. Things to do. People to assassinate. Someone's gonna pay for this.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy nods to those present, and quietly slips into the back. There is something seriously messed up about this, but he doesn't let it distract him. He'll help of course, but he can tell when he is in above his head.

Melinda May has posed:
As May circulates back to the bar, having managed to brush up against everyone as she goes. Her expression is tigher and more closed-off than its ever been. She's swallowing so much anger, right now, it's probably a good thing she doesn't have Bobbi's heart condition. Hell, she's probably angrier than Peggy!

Outrage, frustration, disgust, confusion... those are the overriding emotions and they leak out the edges of her expression -- mostly in the flash of her dark eyes.

She tosses her badge and lanyard into the box perhaps a trifle harder than she needs to. She also strips the jacket off her back, since it has a logo on it, too. She tosses it behind the bar and looks at E. "I want it back, when SHIELD is--" She has laid her hand on his forearm. She looks down at her hand. And up into his face. "What the hell are you?"

Carson Deschain has posed:
Right. Go dark. Protocol. Gotta work off some of the energy. "Excuse me. Mr. Hellboy." raising up one of his hands, "Can I give you a high five?" he has a plan, and he needs to think straight and its likely the only way he can without risking property damage. "Knuckle bump maybe? I can keep it roughly too... say... Newton force equal to about twenty miles per hour impact?" More madness.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy nods and smiles, before moving out the back into the sewer tunnels, "Yeah sure." He has no idea why he wants this but will humor Carson and gives him a knuckle bump with the Hand of Glory. As he sits and thinks about what Carson has said he gets it and fist bumps him with unrestrained strength, enough to throw a tank a ways.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Carson's wind-up is brief, standard knuckle bump - really. But when he connects its like he said, being hit by s small car doing around twenty, while bracing himself with a blast of force that makes the soles of his shoes buckle out like they were being inflated from within. Maybe a sight to see, amusement wise, for those around. Skinny, lanky, guy in a suit smashing fists with Hellboy.

But he definitely looks cooled off. "Thanks man, I appreciate it." mellow even.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy makes sure to take note of the various safe houses, memorizing the locations and a nod given to Sara at her offer. "I may drop by. Thank you. I just need to .., take care of some business first." ugh, at least she had her trusty old van nearby. The NYPD number is stashed away and then she nods at Lance. "Going to be the designated driver for a change..?" she forces a faint smile to her lips.

"Remember to stay safe everyone. And we are still SHIELD, even without a badge. It means something and--" a look up when Melinda speaks up to E.

As for E, the bald man simply smiles sympathetically. "I am the bartender here. As I have always been." hopefully he isn't being literal! "Agent May." a faint smile on his lips. "I believe your priorities are other than going down the mystery of who I am. But we can speak at a later occasion if you so wish and I can .., clarify."

Melinda May has posed:
"My priorities," May growls to the bartender, "are figuring out who in this fucking place can be trusted." And she can't read him. She gestures sharply to the television, perhaps displaying more emotion than most are used to seeing form her. "We just saw footage that sold us out. And I don't know what the fuck you are; I just know you're the only one here that's not broadcasting anger, fear, and confusion like there's a two-for-one sale on at J.C. Penny. So, let me repeat: What. The fuck. Are you?"

Yeah. Coming to this party really may not have been Melinda May's best decision ever. Just sayin'.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter takes one of those cards too nodding a thank you to Sara before pocketing it. There's another look to Bobbi after, "See you soon," he promises reaching out to gently squeeze her hand with his own, before he turns to Daisy. "Ha, ha, very funny, who was the one who drank all those shots last time?" he asks her, trying to put on a brave face despite the hellish situation. "Not me," he says heading for the door.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara pauses in what she was doing, a combination of checking her phone and passing out numbers, while waiting to be one of the last to leave since she lives in New York... and looks to May at the bar. For reasons she may never understand, she takes a couple of steps away from the woman.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Amusingly, as Sara steps away from May, Peggy is getting closer. She's out of people to coordinate safe houses with and has passed out several phone numbers herself. She does stop by Sara for an ezchange, "If you need to get in touch with more... Underground elements, this is a good number." And she gives the rookie her burner phone contact as well. Then Peggy is standing too-near to May, almost like a guardian, listening to the woman talking to the strange and familiar bartender. Peggy doesn't seem too worried about him, but she's not letting the cold woman stand alone. At least the emotions coming off of her now are protective and calming.

Carson Deschain has posed:
Calm. Finally calm. Carson makes his way towards the grouping of Brass. Bobbing his head as he takes a more subdued sort of stance, "Call my agent to set up performances as well, if you want the van in locations or myself in observation positions." nodding towards the main gatherum, trying not to interrupt other discussions... like those with mystical barender types. "I mean... Going dark is a bit more public for me. Hide in plain sight and all that?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
E pauses, head tilting to the side. He remains perfectly calm even with the cursing from May. "Well, I see I may have miscalculated. Curious." that May can detect feelings is a surprise to him. The man smiles faintly. Apologetic. "Very well. I can tell you." he gestures with his free hand behind him to the back door. "In private." he offers, the man's tone continuing perfectly neutral.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara does in fact wait to be one of the last to leave, making sure others make it out and on their way to safe houses. She accepts the information from Peggy with a nod, memorizing it so there is no trail. Then with that out of the way, and May seeming to get answers that might calm her down, she decides its a good time to make her exit.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi peers with curiosity at May and E.. another time perhaps. Mysteries upon mysteries. She gets up and grabs her keys from her pocket. Time to head off. She makes her way out the back door and to her motorbike. Doctor Barbara Morse PhD in biochemistry is out for a ride tonight. She needs the fresh air to set her head right. Never in her entire career has she ever been so blind sided before on such a grand scale. HYDRA wanted SHIELD to know who is boss.. but really, it's just made everyone at SHIELD more determined.

Melinda May has posed:
May is nothing if not determined. And confident -- which actually is more of a surprise than it should be, given the great confusion bombarding her. But she's also pissed as all hell and *believes* she has the strength to take out anything that comes at her. (She's wrong, of course, but that's not the point.) She steps around the bar, grabs the handle of the gun she knows is always kept there, and pulls it out. "Let's go, tinman," she says to him, gesturing to the back room.

She has absolutely no clue that could possibly be the truth. But really, what else to you call someone who doesn't seem to have a heart?

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Tinman. Tinman?! What an affront! That brings E to lift a brow and regard May with that more 'serious' look of his. Which mostly is just a notch further from neutral into the realm of just the faint hints of annoyance. "Do you want a fizzy water to go, Agent May?" what? It's a great beverage, and non-alcoholic.

But soon enough the 'man' is going out with May out the back door. Would E, the placid bartender be an Hydra Agent?! One would hope not!

As for Daisy, she makes her way out with the others. It was time to go dark.