7464/Etouffee, Brute

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Etouffee, Brute
Date of Scene: 21 August 2021
Location: The Paradise Club, Gotham
Synopsis: Misfit and two Robins (regular and red flavors) interrupt a labor dispute between Penguin and a now-reformed chef previously employed at the Iceberg Lounge.
Cast of Characters: Tim Drake, Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe, Damian Wayne




Tim Drake has posed:
    Stakeouts come part and parcel with the territory. Unfortunate, but ultimately necessary. The police procedurals always leave out how much tedium is involved in detective work, and it's no different if the detective work is being done by someone wearing a mask and cape.

    Though it does mean the stakeouts happen from the ledges of rooftops rather than unmarked patrol cars.

    The real estate holdings of Perreault & Richelieu make a connective web across the city when mapped out, but at street level they're a random assortment of industrial and retail spaces that change ownership in a deceptive shell game. Right now, the two-storey building across the street is the property the investment company has owned the longest, currently leased out to a local startup business manufacturing 3D-printed meat. Solid business model, profit-margins currently slim but trending upwards, an enthusiastic workforce who believe in what they're doing.

    It is, in a word, incredibly boring. From an investigative standpoint, at least. Red Robin acknowledges he's grasping at straws here, but it's either this or acknowledge his case has gone cold.

    Which isn't going to happen.

    Gotham is never boring for long, though. Tim hears the rapport of gunfire several moments before his system in the Roost picks up and digitizes the 911 calls that come in from patrons of the Paradise Club. Details are scarce but what word manages to get out is that there's some sort of gang takeover happening inside, with reported hostile numbers anywhere from a dozen to fifty. Witness reports aren't often very reliable, especially when they're panicked.

    "<<This is Red Robin, I'm nearby, responding to the incident at the Paradise Club. Anyone else in the area?>>"

    He's already on the move, the quick pop of air preceeding the impact of his grapple line making purchase before he's swinging off the roof and across the street.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie admittedly doesn't get taken on many stakeouts.

There are many reasons. The potential ADHD the chaos muppet probably has. The need to talk when it isn't entirely always maybe appropriate. Also homework because the fall semester has started at the private school Bab's has her enrolled.

Thankfully she is endearing.

The call for backup though does get routed to her earpiece after the music she is rocking out to while doing math homework does get her attention. <<Heck to the yes!>> already in motion tablet set aside and on her feet as she runs to her gear rack shedding clothes and pulling on gear with efficiency that honestly does come from hard work and practice.

<<I'll> heavy breathing as she bounces about a bit getting a boot on, damn pants were the harder part. <<Be there... shortly>>

Yes she is still in the Clocktower but that won't stop her from being good backup after all.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian was in town for a brief moment. He had let the family know he was going on tour as Nick Drago's bodyguard against demons and the Gentleman Ghost.

  He was known for just coming and going as he pleased, being akin to a wizard cat. But tonight, he was back in Gotham.

  Robin's comms we're keyed in to the police band radio, and was echoing the situation at the Paradise Club. A gloved hand reached up and pressed the ignition of the Redbird, the cylinders roared to life as the exhaust screamed awake.

  <<Robin en route.>> He answers, before twisting the throttle and speeding off towards the crime in progress, and breaking all of the traffic laws.

Tim Drake has posed:
    The Paradise Club has been a Gotham institution for decades, surviving through two fires, a period in the late sixties where its owners were embroiled in mob-related fraud, and then of course the entirety of No Man's Land. Part of it is the lack of pretention; especially now after the most recent renovation, its insides carved out and replaced by unassuming brickwork and exposed beams in the ceiling from which the house lights hang. Its position on the corner of Carrico Street provides several avenues of approach.

    Two doors in the alley: one opens into the back hallway where the bathrooms and staircase access to the second floor office space are located, the other right into the kitchen. Currently the first of the two is locked, but the second is propped open with an empty plastic crate that is likely someone's stool during their breaks. Then there are the upstairs windows which look into either the VIP area or the office space.

    Or there's the front door, of course. The facade of the building is all glass, though covered in heavy curtains on the inside, most of which aren't currently drawn. It's hard to really get a glimpse into what's happening on the main level.

    "<<Copy Misfit, Robin. I'm entering through the offices upstairs, I'll report back when I have a sitrep.>>" is what comes over comms next, and then Tim goes silent.

    The window doesn't open smoothly, but cutting through the glass to reach in and unlock it is a simple affair. Given that the building alarms had already been briefly triggered and then silenced from inside a few moments ago, there's no need to concern about setting them off again.

    A minute or two later, Red Robin's voice carries out again. "<<Looks like the Penguin's crew,>>" he says, standing over the unconscious body of a man who is far too well-dressed for the amount of violence Tim's just interrupted. "<<I took a quick glance out into the club, counting at least a dozen hostiles. No sign of Cobblepot himself.>>"

    He pauses. "<<Shame he gives us bird-themed folks a bad name.>>"

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie tugs her goggles down and queues up her HUD and comms routing it through the goggles as well now as the earbud. <<Roger Dodger Red Robin>>

She checks her utlity belt doing a very fast make sure everything is snapped closed and situated.

<<I mean... Cobblepot doesn't usually get his hands dirty directly right. Upstanding businesman and lounge owner and all. Wonder what his crew is doing at the Paradise club though.>> it is mostly musing as she finishes her double check on all gear.

Then there is a slash of pink and purple smoke in the clocktower where she was standing and the next moment she is atop a building across from the Paradise Club in a matching slash of smoke. The teen looks around then walks over to the edge and peers at the curtained glass facade. <<No way to see in the front. Let me know where either of you want me RR or Robin.>> she is the most junior member on site really and it shows a remarkable amount of restraint that she didn't just leap in for Dark Vengeance yet.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Robin had been weaving through traffic to get to the Paradise Club. Where he slid to a skid next to the GCPD cars.

  Leaving the motorcycle behind, Robin shoots a grapple up to the top of the Paradise Club. <<Main floor?>> Robin asks, pulling up the building schematic on his gauntlet computer.

  <<Fifteen, sounds good to me.>> He already started to pull off a vent grate, sneaking through to the inside. <<Robin on the ingress, stealth approach.>>

Tim Drake has posed:
    There's a bit of activity on the street; a handful of folks have managed to make their escape out the front door and are either scattering or in the case of a few brave folk (including what looks to be one the club's bouncer judging by his branded t-shirt) tucked around the corners of nearby buildings or behind parked cars on the street as they remain on the line with emergency dispatchers.

    Getting a read on what's happening inside is a bit more difficult.

    "<<'Upstanding',>>" Red Robin repeats over comms, voice thick with sarcasm. "<<Depends on what's at stake. Cobblepot's shown some unusual motivations from time to time, though admittedly he is generally easy to anticipate.>>"

    Two women in sequin dresses tumble out of the server closet that Tim's just opened. One of them bites off a scream before she realizes who she's looking up at, and without a word Red Robin directs them both to the office he'd entered through, miming for them to lock the door behind them.

    They do.

    Meanwhile, Tim unplugs a cable or two and slots in a small device in their places. Within a few moments he's breached the club's fairly unimpressive digital security measures and has access to the cameras.

    "<<Correction, fifteen. Seven on the main floor five in the VIP area, the rest in the kitchen,>>" he reports, and then a moment later he shakes his head. "<<Cobblepot's in the kitchen. He's, uh, eating something?>>"

    Which maybe sounds more ominous than it is. "<<Misfit, two from the main area just broke off and are headed into the back hallway. The first door in the alleyway coming from Carrico Street takes you right to them. They're--I think going into the women's restroom, probably to flush out anyone hiding. Can you take them out? The hallway opens into an L, they won't be able to see you.>>"

    The kitchen door that was propped open snaps shut, abruptly.

    Red Robin leaves the server room and hovers near the open doorway leading out into the VIP balcony. "<<I think we can clear the VIP area without anyone downstairs noticing. Robin, there's a group of three beneath a vent--assuming that's the way you're coming in?>>"

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
<<Heh>> in response to the Upstanding sarcastic reply.

<<Woah Cobblepot is actually here??>> she sounds surprised honestly. <<If you get the cams can you route to our comms>> yeah she wants to PiP them in her goggles to be honest.

The suggested plan gets a different reply though. <<Roger>> as she focuses on the description.

First Floor Hallway to the Women's Room.

There is a slash of that same pink and purple smoke as she leaves the roof and appears in a similar slash of smoke in the hallway inside the alley door. No she did not bother coming to the alley and through the door. It probably is locked anyhow and getting it open might be loud or take too much time.

The chaosmuppet palms a bat-a-rang and one hand and cocks her head listening to the footsteps in that hallway around the L. Her head bobbing a little bit as the two men step step step.

The next moment she is moving hard around the L, the Bat-a-rang flung hard at the further back one's neck. (It is the blunt kind not a sharp one, might make it hard to breath or yell but nonlethal approach.).

Meanwhile Misfit is moving hard leaping to slam an armored elbow into the guy who was about to check the Women's room. Though it may send both of them smashing into said Women's room.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     <<Making my way to VIP.>> Robin says, crouching in the vent to get through, luckily, Batman does this, and he's almost a whole foot taller than Damian.

  Robin looks through the grating, seeing the three under the vent. <<I'm in position.>> Three, two, one...BOOM! Robin's boot lands on one of the thugs, knocking him out and freeing up the other two for an ass whoopin.

  As the other two men look stunned, Robin makes a leap upward, and with both legs extended, kicks. The solid hit makes them stumble back while Robin continues to punch and kick in a whirlwind against the assailants.

Tim Drake has posed:
    "<<I have the cams, give me a second,>>" and though it takes a little bit longer than that, soon enough both Robin and Misfit will have access to the video feeds through their HUDs. "<<Sorry, forgot to switch over from the--anyway. No camera in the bathroom for obvious reasons but I bet there are people in there. Someone always hides in the bathroom.>>"

    He isn't directly monitoring the camera pointing down at the back hallway, but the automated system his HUD is tied into is. The target icon over the man hit in the neck flashes from red to orange--down, but not out--at the processing algorithm's assessment of his status, and briefly the same thing happens to the icon over the other thug.

    But then he and Misfit have both crashed through the door into the women's bathroom, and out of sight of the cameras. Red Robin's HUD gets a flashing notification to alert him to such, though he doesn't reach out yet.

    A countdown starts to tick down in his brain, though.

    Beyond where the cameras can see, Red Robin's bet is proven to be on the money. As the door basically shatters underneath one of Penguin's thugs, someone(s?) shrieks. There's a couple, one female and one male, huddled underneath the sinks. There are only two stalls (it's a small bathroom) and both are closed.

    The thug-turned-battering-ram doesn't move from where he lays amidst the splinters of the door. He groans, but he's definitely down for the count. However the same cannot be said for the other man, the one still in the hallway, who has managed to climb to his feet and launched himself at Misfit's back.

    No one on the main floor seems to yet be aware of the chaos happening nearby. The music is still playing, the band on stage looking terrified as they're repeatedly cajoled into continuing their performance by one of Penguin's goons pointing a gun at them.

    It's the perfect amount of noise to cover up Robin's descent from the vent directly on top of a group of thugs. They hardly see him coming; the one beneath him crumples like he's a soda can in a hydraulic press, and the other two are surprised enough that Damian can take advantage of the split-second before they react to begin battering them. Neither of them can do much more than put up their arms defensively.

    Though there is the matter of the other two at the opposite end of the balcony. They begin to turn, close enough to have heard the commotion over the music, but one immediately drops to the floor with a grunt with an electrified shuriken stuck between his shoulder-blades.

    Then Red Robin is on the other, using his staff as a makeshift garrote to drag the other thug away from the balcony railing and out of sight.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie was about to deliver a solid kick to the one down on the bathroom floor. "Never fear!" is called to the shrieking people under the sionks. Maybe also in the stalls.

Which is about when she feels the contact of the thug tackling her from behind.

He honestly has a bad surprise in store for him as he tackles the relatively small teenage girl. Armored though she may be. One heartbeat after the impact registers she is gone with a slash of purple and pink smoke, even as he tries to close his arms around her.

The next heartbeat she is up above and behind him in the air. Using her geared up weight and gravity along with the momentum from his unsuccessful tackle to first drop boots first onto his upper back ...... and then hopefully help the thug to the floor.

She is so helpful like that. "Dark Vengeance!" thne she hsssses.

There it is.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Robin takes himself farther into the fray once the two he was fighting are taken down.

  His boots step assuredly as he continues, stopping at a corner to peek around it, eyeing the last two in the area. He holds a hand to his throat, stretching his neck a little. "Oi, you two betta not be slackin' on the job! I'm not playin' you to stand around with yer pricks in your 'ands!" He yells, throwing the voice of The Penguin out.

Tim Drake has posed:
    There's a movement alert from the hallway cam, but it's the other thug tackling his way through the now-open (or rather, destroyed) door.

    In Tim's head, the countdown is still slowly approaching zero. But he's worked with his own team for a while now. Trusting people to handle themselves is starting to come easier.

    Not to say he isn't worrying. It's his natural state. He's just not broadcasting it.

    Red Robin ends up dragging the thug he's on top of back far enough that he bumps into the wall, but a couple of seconds later the thug drops to the ground, unconscious. With a flick of his wrist, Tim's staff snaps back closed and he slides it into his belt. "<<VIP area is clear, we're proceeding downstairs.>>"

    And so they go, Robin taking point. His imitation of Cobblepot's voice is enough to call two over, and they begin to ascend the stairs, looking around nervously.

    One of them says "Sorry, boss," while the other, a step or two behind, makes a choked-off noise as Red Robin slams a fist into his solar plexus.

    And finally the countdown reaches zero. "<<What's your status, Misfit?>>"

    There are two unconscious thugs beneath Charlie's feet, and several heads peeking out from over top-slash-beneath the bathroom stall doors at her. The couple beneath the sink are staring, mouths dropped open, until the female of the pair unwinds her arms from around her boyfriend to flash two thumbs up. "That was incredible," she says, breathless.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie hops up and down a couple of times on the thug who tried to tackle her like that then hops off and gives a light love tap to the first thug's temple with the toe of her boot. She is hummming lightly the whole while, which might leak over the comms.

Seems to be Journey's Don't Stop Believing.

She flashes a thumbs up back at the female of the duo under the sink. "Thanks!"

Then she notes on comms ((Bathroom clear. Zipping things up))

She crouches down and cinches the two thugs with fast effeciency removing weapons and knives that they could use to free themselves with the same speed. This is definitely not her first time.

o/~Don't stop believing.... hold on to that feelin'o/~

((Okay all zipped up. Want me to start with the one behind the bar?)) as she steps out into the hallway and back on camera.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Robin quickly comes out from the corner and reaches his arm around the neck of the last thug, putting pressure on the head until he loses consciousness. "There, five down. Nice assist." He comments towards Red Robin, giving the older Robin a small fist bump.

  "Anyway, just tubby-wubsy in the kitchen left?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    The thugs each have guns that neither of them managed to actually get out of their holsters, which really begs the question about what they were doing. Maybe they were just going to use the restroom and picked the wrong door.

    Not that it really matters. Full bladders or no, they were still engaging in criminal activity.

    As Charlie wraps up in the bathroom and departs, some of the stall doors slowly start to crack open, a few terrified faces peeking out.

    "<<Copy Misfit,>>" is all Red Robin says in response to her call-out, busy at the moment flipping through the camera feed to ascertain where the rest of the thugs are. The way he sticks out his fist to access Robin's fist bump is distracted, but he turns towards his successor. "Yeah, we just have to get to him." And then he shakes his head. "They never look up, do they?" he asks with a quick upwards twitch of the corner of his mouth.

    Downstairs they go, and Red Robin sticks to hugging the walls. Most of the people still stuck inside are huddled underneath tables or in the corners as best they're able, though they're not actively being watched. Most of the thugs still left are in the kitchen with Penguin, watching as apparently the back of house staff are forced to cook for him.

    The one behind the bar is similarly there to watch the bartender mixing up drinks for Cobblepot. "<<All yours, Misfit. We'll take out the two guarding the door to the kitchen and then we'll go in all together, take them down.>>" Said guard is paying more attention to the garnishes the bartender is putting into the drink than his surroundings.

    He exchanges a quick nod with Robin as he sidles up to the corner before the swinging doors that lead into the kitchen. Time enough is spared for one deep breath before Red Robin throws himself around the corner, staff extended once more and aimed in a downwards strike. Given that Robin is faster and more dangerous, he gets to handle the thug standing guard further away.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Still humming Charlie walks down the hallway from the bathroom towards the main room, it is a casual pace, dipping down to pick up her bat-a-rang.

Mostly because she is studying the feed for a moment of the main room off the pretty basic CCTV that RR has fed to her goggles at request. She is also keeping an eye on timing, knowing the Robins will be going hard in on the Kitchen door guards and then the Bird Emperor himself.

As soon as she sees them make their move she is gone leaping forward. Which looks super strange most likely since she is leaping in an empty hallway. The catch is she vanishes mid-leap in a slash of smoke much like a smoke pellet and in the same moment out at the bar she appears behind the guy watching the bartender.

Her knees strike hard into the small of his back as she is tucked. One arm quickly wrapping around his neck. Her free hand moving down to bring the hard metal of the batarang on his gun hand to disarm him of his weapon as she works on choking him out.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Robin's scowl never leaves, even when Red Robin smashes through the door and dives to front handsprings once, to avoid any gunfire, then on the jump up, Damian twists himself back a bit, to give the thug a hard kick to the face as he uses that momentum all in one strike.

Tim Drake has posed:
    It's not just the thug's gun that clatters to the ground as Misfit's batarang impacts his hand. The thug goes down too under the force of her knee-strike, as well as a few glasses sitting upturned on the bar that he unfortunately manages to knock down as he flails. His head smacks on the edge of the bar as he goes. Likely concussed.

    The commotion Misfit's sudden appearance causes is enough of a distraction that neither Tim or Damian so much as have a punch thrown their way as they take out the two guards at the door. The one Robin kicks smashes into the wall behind him and slumps down, and the other is nursing a bloodied nose from Red Robin's initial downward swing of his staff and a broken wrist from a quick tap that comes as follow-up.

    But there's no doubt everyone inside the kitchen has heard all of that, judging by the shouting. It's mostly Penguin's voice, screeching for his men to get out there. Or rather, here.

    Where they are.

    "<<Out of time, going in with smoke, mask up,>>" Red Robin calls out just before he nudges open the swinging doors long enough to lob a couple of smoke grenades inside. He steps back against the cover of the wall and fits his rebreather over the lower half of his face as the quick *pop* *pop* and then hissing from inside the kitchen signals the smoke's deployment. "<<Misfit if you can port in, try to flank. Robin, on me.>>"

    There's no countdown. No time. Footsteps pound on the other side of the kitchen doors, multiple sets headed this way. One sharp nod at Damian and then Tim shoulders the door closest to him open with as much force as he can muster, smacking it straight into one thug and flinging him backwards.

    Then Tim dives in, rolling and staying low until he manages to slam himself against a conveniently placed counter. There's gunfire, most of it aimed wildly, and there are definitely civilians in here. So he chances it and sticks his head out long enough to throw a shuriken.

    Someone yells out in pain, and that sounded like Cobblepot. Not enough to take him out, but there's less gunfire now. Which is good. Tim was aiming for his arm, after all.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie does take a moment to yank the thug behind the bar's arms behind him and practically in the same practiced motion zipties him securely before popping up to her feet.

She pops back up to her feet not humming anymore.

Sitch has gone live fire at this point and well not as fun and games as the first three thugs she encountered. <<Can do>>

She taps her googles into an IR mode, knowing the stoves and pots will send up flares but if the kitchen is going to be under full smoke pellets this is the best way too go. Next she palms her mask and puts it on from her belt.

There is a slash of her signature smoke behind the bar and then the kitchen behind the thugs. Her own signature smoke lost in the smoke bombs Tim threw though.

One of the shooters is off to her left and she turns and throws a kick at his knee and then steps in to throw an elbow.

Which almost works like a charm, there is some more gunfire and a shout "OW.. you .. jerkface!"

The teen knees the guy who is going down with a damaged knee in the solar plexus on his way down. "Fracking"

Well she isn't dead. Must of taken a graze or hit to her suit.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Robin's finger grazes his domino mask, turning on the IR view. When things are said and done, he goes in ducking under the plane of bullets.

  Once there is a lapse in shooting, Damian vaults over the bar, in order to get in and kick out the gun from the shooter's hands.

  "Cobblepot! Lay down the guns and no one needs to make a trip to the hospital to get their jaw wired shut." Robin lays down an ultimatum, doubtful Cobblepot would take it. But it's worth a try.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Most commercial kitchens are a study in controlled chaos. The kitchen of the Paradise Club is no different on any normal day, and today is hardly a normal day. There are at least half a dozen staffmembers stuck back here, entertaining Oswald Cobblepot's whims -- whatever they may be -- while being held at gunpoint by his thugs.

    They all seem to have the good sense to duck down and stay down, however, as soon as the smoke starts to fill the kitchen.

    Which makes it easier to target Penguin's thugs through infrared vision. They're the figures still standing, still moving, most of them trying to fire their weapons through the smoke, or maneuvering about in the hopes of finding a patch of clear air that might give them an actual target to fire at. There's nothing controlled about this chaos.

    "<<You good, Misfit?>>" Red Robin asks, having heard what sounded like her voice in a momentary gap of no gunfire.

    Three down or disarmed, plus Cobblepot himself temporarily hobbled. The one at Charlie's feet is curled into a ball, arms around his midsection, while the one Damian has just freed of his weapon stares up at the hazy, smoke-obscured figure standing above him and then lifts his hands in obvious surrender. Maybe Robin's reputation precedes him.

    Another one is groaning next to the kitchen doors, and Red Robin is there immediately, his boot against the thug's back as he bends to tie him up. The Penguin himself is gripping his arm, where a shuriken has sunk in deep. "You little runts! Can't an upstanding gentleman like myself enjoy the best etouffee Gotham has to offer in peace?"

    From somewhere in the kitchen, one of the cooks shouts, "Screw you, Cobblepot! I'm going clean! You can't make me come back to the Iceberg Lounge!"

    As Penguin's face is glimpsed amidst the smoke, his expression contorts into a snarl. "You had real job security, Eli! After everything I did for you, this is how you repay me? Not even the decency for a two week notice?"

    "You would've killed me if I turned one in!"

    Cobblepot pauses. "...well, you do have a point." And then with his uninjured hand he reaches for a gun stowed in an interior pocket of his coat.

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
Charlie stomps her weighted boot down on the guy on the floor by her feet and wheezes a little bit.

Sounds over the comms like she probably took one to the chest close range in the scrum and may have a broken rib. <<Super green RR>> is the reply though.

She sucks in a deep breath and squints at the heat signatures left, especially tbe round pengion shaped one, who seems to be drawing a gun.

She sucks in another breath and extends her hand snapping off the bat-a-rang she has been gripping pretty much since she disarmed the bartender. Hoping she manages to hit where she is aiming. Which in this case is sharp wing in the gun hand.

Which is likely to leave a mark and make him really sour about this whole botched murder.

Tim Drake has posed:
    There's still not much visibility in the kitchen, but the sharp crack of Misfit's batarang finding purchase and Cobblepot's following cry is plenty confirmation, especially once his penguin-shaped bulk on all three sets of IR lenses sees him collapse against the counter behind him, both his arms clutched in against his chest.

    "<<I cannot believe all of this was based on a labor dispute,>>" comes Red Robin's voice, flat and lifeless, across comms.

    A second later he adds, "<<Wait, this is Gotham, of course I can.>>" The roll of his eyes is almost audible, right there in his tone.

    As they work to restrain Cobblepot and his thugs, Tim manages to convince one of the kitchen workers to turn on the overhead fans above the stove to high power, and it takes little time at all for the smoke to clear. Of course the criminals have already been relocated out into the alley for easy pick-up by GCPD who are already on the scene, and then Tim nods at Damian and Charlie. "Great wor--uh," he starts tells them both, and then huffs out a breath, embarrassed. "Sorry. Team-mode brain. Good to see you back in Gotham, Robin."

    He ascends the stairs to the VIP area, apparently going to take the way out that he used to come in. Also he needs to retrieve some equipment left behind, which is just a good policy to have as a vigilante.

    "<<Go wrap those ribs, Misfit,>>" he tells her, on private comms. "<<And I meant what I said. Great work.>>"

Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe has posed:
With the immediate shooting threat done, Misfit blips in place. She literally teleports but ends up landing knees down on the guy she took out earlier making sure she is down there.

At which point she is breathing easier, no mo wheezing.

She zipties the thug on the floor and assists with the rest quietly.

Okay who are we kidding she is humming journey softly again.

<<Thanks RR!>> yeah she sounds super enthused at the compliment. It clearly means a ton to the girl. It is pretty known that you all are her idols. Not awkward at all.

She teleports home not bothering to walk out of the building, just another slash in a smokey kitchen that is airing out.

"Ugn.. homework still...." starting to get her gear off so she can shower then get back to it.