624/Once more, good friend!

Once more, good friend!
Date of Scene:	19 March 2020
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Thor saves the day
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Drew, Thor

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Jessica Drew has posed:
It was on her way to work so walking by Mr. Levisnky's shop on a daily basis was not a hardship. She was keeping an eye on Jose. In reality, she was keeping an eye on the soldiers that had threatened him. Besides, the old man had an 'in' with one of the better bagel makers in New York and made a decent cup of coffee. High recommendations in Jessica's book as she adapted to life in New York City.

Paper bag in the same hand as her coffee, she exits the store after a brief conversation with both clerk and owner. Her lustrous black hair, shoulder length, frames a pale minimally made up face. Jessica's type of beauty does not turn heads, her large eyes and mobile mouth growing on the beholder with time. Camel hair coat open because of the unseasonably warm day, she strides down the street seemingly oblivious to traffic and other pedestrians with a 100-mile New York stare. Two men step out of a doorway that she passes and begin to follow her.

Thor has posed:
    As it is wont to do, Fate has other designs upon the course of one's life than the plans one inflicts upon it. For even as those two scoundrels focus their attention on good woman Jessica Drew, she receives a call. Just a flicker of activity and a buzz upon the phone that likely draws attention. And when she espies the name of the caller and activates she will hear his voice. Though at first tinged with hesitation.
    "Lady Drew? Have I successfully contacted you?"
    In the background another voice is heard, 'Yeah the call went through, look it's green.'
    "Ah, I see. Of course. Lady Drew? Are you hearing me?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
The steps behind her register. The phone vibrating in her bag and the grating ring tone voice, 'Ring, ring, ring ring' take her attention off of her immediate surrounds. It's dangerous to talk on a phone and drive or walk, as the case may be. She looks at the name twice before she accepts the call, an amused smile at his old-fashioned syntax and obvious newness at using the phone. There had been a time not so long ago that she had been as new to it as him.

"Yes, yes, of course." The smile widens and behind her the footsteps approach closer. "Should I call you Lord Thor? You don't have to call me Lady Drew, in fact, please, just call me Jessica. What can I do for you, ah, sir?"

Thor has posed:
    On the other end the voice replies, "No, indeed, Thor is fine. I am calling to see what has perhaps passed in my absence. I trust all things are well?"
    There is a faint whirr of something in the background, perhaps a blender of some sort? A food processor? But once it finishes she'll hear his voice again. "Forgive the interruption, let me move somewhere we may speak more amiably."
    And then the phone cuts out with the clear sound of perambulation and some rustling in the background before he's heard, "There, much better."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Good. No, everything's fine I just went to the store." A police car passes with sirens wailing temporarily obscuring both their voices. She was walks on impatiently. "Are you there? So, look, would you like to meet me at my office. No, not my office. How about Josie's? I need to..." Her voice stops, and there is a muffled sound of scuffling as the two following push her down the ramp of an English basement, right into the arms of two more men waiting.

Thor has posed:
    There's that sound of a scuffle? In the background, the voice cutting out, then more obscure sounds. Enough to draw that voice on the other end of the line to ask as loudly as the tiny speaker on her phone allows, "Lady Drew?" A pause, "Jessica are you there? Are you alright?"
    There's a /thump/thump/thump/ on the phone as a hiss and a crackle likely is heard from it, then his voice again murmuring something unintelligible.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jessica's coat pocket squawks. She had managed to push the phone in it but the coffee and bagel poured on the sidewalk, another libation to the empty voices of the gods. Her coat is about to join the sacrifice as she elbows one of the men holding her, and mashes the instep of the other with a boot heel, whirling into another elbow strike for one of the men in front of her. The four bit off more than they can handle though t all hemmed into close quarters makes the fighting difficult. It is the gun that is shoved against her temple that slows her down.

"You dead, girl. You keep that up, you dead. Now, you coming with us. We got somebody wants to talk to you." This is hissed in her face while the man she elbowed puts an arm around her waist. The phone is still on. Nodding slowly, she slides a hand into her pocket, "Okay, okay. Take it easy. Who do you want me to meet?"

"You show respect, puta. Senor Lehder wants to speak to you."

""What a way to talk to a girl. Where are you taking me?"

"Now, you walk slow. Just friends. Right?"

In the street a white, windowless van has pulled up.

Thor has posed:
    The voice on the other end of the line goes dead, perhaps disengaged, perhaps just the phone was abandoned. Whatever it was, however, it'll be a bit of time before she'll likely hear his voice again.
    For the Avenger had been standing outside in the back of the yard of Avenger's mansion, the phone held to his ear. It was quickly pocketed, solving that mystery as the tall man in the blue jeans and denim jacket extends a hand to the side in the direction of the mansion.
    There is the /crash/ of glass shattering as through that closed window emerges Mjolnir, slicing through the air with a low /whom/ to slap into his hand. The Prince of Asgard then partially crouches, that hammer swirling in a rapid whirl of motion, blurring to invisibility then hurled to launch him into the air with a blast of speed so quick as to be deceptive.
    His flight? Towards that neighborhood where Mr. Levinsky's shop rests. Hopefully in time to find what has happened to Jessica.

Jessica Drew has posed:
They begin a funny little shuffle up the incline of the ramp, a cozy little group. The gun is lowered to point into her kidneys. A gun trumps so many of the moves that she could make to free herself. She is unable to stop bullets, dodge them, yes but not point blank. The voice gone dead on her phone, the cup of coffee carelessly littering the street contribute to an increasingly bad mood on her part. A tow truck stops and two city workers are out the door and unhooking the booting mechanism. The driver of the van lays on his horn which is pointedly ignored by the men booting the car with the parking violation.

The gun jammed into her back makes a harder point, "You scream, puta, you dead. No problem." Jessica recognizes the voice as belonging to the man she had knocked unconscious in the store the other night.

"How you get out of jail so fast?" She asks as the back door to the van is pushed open from the interior.

Jessica Drew has posed:
They begin a funny little shuffle up the incline of the ramp, a cozy little group. The gun is lowered to point into her kidneys. A gun trumps so many of the moves that she could make to free herself. She is unable to stop bullets, dodge them, yes but not point blank. The voice gone dead on her phone, the cup of coffee carelessly littering the street contribute to an increasingly bad mood on her part. A tow truck stops and two city workers are out the door and unhooking the booting mechanism. The driver of the van lays on his horn which is pointedly ignored by the men booting the car with the parking violation in front of the van.

The gun jammed into her back makes a harder point, "You scream, puta, you dead. No problem." Jessica recognizes the voice as belonging to the man she had knocked unconscious in the store the other night.

"How you get out of jail so fast?" She asks as the back door to the van is pushed open from the interior.

Thor has posed:
    The rush through the air, up into the low-hanging clouds above the city as they swirl and darken with the passage of the God of Thunder. It's a blur, barely noticed in the sky. And from above, traveling the distance from uptown to Hell's Kitchen is almost negligible considering the speed the Asgardian can achieve, though careful not to break the sound barrier.
    But that is perhaps the only thing that survives contact with him in that instant, for he rushes across the distance, and in front of Levinsky's store... down the block some small way, there is a heavy /WHA-BAM!/ as Thor lands, straightening up with hammer in hand, lightning flickering over his features with the asphalt crackling underneath him
    Now from here... where could she be? And why is that many laying on the horn so?

Jessica Drew has posed:
Unheard by the men surrounding her, Thor's landing sounds like someone dropped a tank straight from the sky down at the corner of the street. Suspicious but unsure of what she has heard, Jessica resists being pushed into the van. The little scuffle attracts attention on the street but no do-gooders come to her rescue. The blare of the horn stops as the driver of the van and the two city workers exchange fingers at one another.

"Wait, come on, wait! Where are you taking me?" She yells and is struck over the head.

Thor has posed:
    For a time it might seem likely to her that all was lost as she gets struck over the head. The world most likely blurs and shifts, sensations disorienting and confusing. It becomes faces and hands and feet, the dirty insides of that van, sharp words uttered but somehow muted around her.
    But then there's a strange 'whom' as if underwater. As something blurs by and sends one of the men flying. A heavy hand appears on the shoulder of another and suddenly there's one less man in the van with her and a distant crash of glass. That pistol leaves her suddenly and /barks/ sharply three times though apparently to no effect as the gunman yells as the man she was on the phone with appears in that van, smashing the gunsel with the firearm into the wall and lets him fall flat upon the ground.
    Then there's a hand offered to her, and that voice albeit muted saying, "Lady Drew, are you injured?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Thor." One hand reaches for his while the other tentatively explores the blood that is matting her hair. Woozily, she looks about her and then lets the huge man pull her out of the van.

"Thor," she repeats a bit stupidly. "How did you...where were you?"

She points back in the direction of the store, sirens are wailing in the distance. The two in the city tow truck probably delighting in calling the police on the thugs that had given them the finger. "Let's get off the street and talk about this. Thank you." Leaning against him they make their way towards Levinsky's store and what she hopes will be another cup of coffee.

Thor has posed:
    As they emerge from the back of the van, Thor does not broach her conveying herself and instead lifts her with deceptive ease into the crook of one arm, his strong well-muscled arm holding her utterly easily against his chest as the sunlight finds them once again.
    To the side he extends his empty hand and Mjolnir leaps off of the man it had struck and downed upon the ground, closing the distance with a /whum/ that sounds almost sad, returning to Thor's hand. A brief moment the hammer whirls and in the next they leap into the air.