8266/Oli's Day Out

Oli's Day Out
Date of Scene:	16 October 2021
Location:	Tricorner Docks
Synopsis:	Oli and Dinah meet up and beat up some thugs.
Cast of Characters:	Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen

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Dinah Lance has posed:
It had built up for months, that ecosystem. A new opiod-alike, but not an opiod, that was beginning to tear through the lower classes of Gotham first, then other cities as crime gangs spread the good news like old-timey preachers, reaching, finally, Star City. Patient work and lots of time, effort, and resources spent, led to this place. This warehouse. Where the heads of two of the larger city crime families, one of them operating in Star City, were going to meet with their supplier for better terms and larger supplies.

The two had arrived, along with their posses, and had entered the warehouse. Tension was at an all-time high as the thugs of three criminal gangs stood shoulder to shoulder, eyeing each other as targets should things go west.

And among them? One of the Green Arrow's surveillance cameras and microphones, delivered by, of course, arrow to a crossbeam over the massive floor area of the warehouse. Tensions were high. Powder keg high. Waiting for the slightest spark to set it off. But the intel that could be gathered from this was out of this world valuable.

Powder, meet spark.

This spark is compact, blonde, has killer legs (if she says so herself, though she might mean it differently than most would), has been tracking the same gang's distribution, has decided that tonight's the night to get the mastermind, and is currently experimenting with a new means of entrance.

Music.

Speakers bolted to her motorcycle's frame fire off. And what do they play? Ride of the Valkyries, of cour... No, wait. That's high-falutin' toffee-nosed stuff. Not for her. Instead it opens with ... a spoken monologue about Shaolin and Wu-Tang as she guns her bike for the final run to the warehouse, having spotted a perfect line of entrance.

Some ramped garbage. A weaker segment of wall around a window. A quick blast of her Cry peels the sheet metal aside as she hits the ground inside, engine roaring, tires squealing as she slides sideways to a halt, speakers blaring out classic rap: Bring da Ruckus. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRhRNgqPlyk)

The camera/audio feed gets the first hint of trouble with faint engine sounds before its microphone is saturated by a high-pitched screech and the camera catches the dramatic entrance of a maniacal motorcycle driver who's off and working her way into the thick of the thugs before the bike has come to a complete stop.

She's one of those. She'd be a terror as an airline passenger.

Oliver Queen has posed:
He wasn't exactly far away. Oliver was in a perch he had set up meticulously over the past few months about a hundred yards away from the warehouse. His expertly shot arrow had flown through a broken pane of glass to stick on one of the crossbeams, hidden in shadows far above the meeting taking place. But, technology these days is pretty amazing, so his mic had picked up a LOT of great stuff, when...some weird motorcycle Wu Tang started coming over the feed. Oliver frowned in his perch, and started working on changing his settings, before he noticed the Motorcycle streaking for the warehouse. He curses, loudly, because nobody's going to hear him now, and starts to work on getting moving. Best not to let the blonde who just blew up his stakeout get killed for her hubris. No matter how much he might want that.

Oliver has a zipline set up that goes right from his perch down onto a catwalk near where an access door has been covertly unlocked for easy entry, and, well, time to go! Oliver clips onto the zipline, and then he's off, gliding down onto the catwalk. He slams onto the metal perhaps a bit harder than he had anticipated, and rolls forward. When he comes up into a crouch, he has his bow and arrow at the ready, and he peeks over the edge of the walk to look down at the chaos that is unfolding beneath him.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Chaos is the right word for this. Whether by good fortune or good planning, the blonde bombshell's sudden arrival in the midst of delicate negotiations, with trigger fingers itching something fierce, has brought about a sudden, localized gang war. The two bosses, Enrico Salva of New Mexico and Larry Yueh of Star City, have been instantly surrounded by their bodyguards and dragged off to (relative) safety. The Gotham boss, identity not yet known, had only been about to enter so rapidly turned around and is out of sight, likely heading straight to an exit. The remaining gunsels are pulling guns.

And in the middle of that is a hell-kitten carving through the skirmish zone with wild abandon: elbowing one thug straight in the bridge of the nose (a sickening crack audible within a short distance) and using the leverage from that to land a chop to the throat of the guy next to him, before leaping up into the air and wrapping those legs of hers around that same thug, her spinning body applying unpleasant (read: dangerous) stresses to his neck before he falls down.

And it doesn't stop there. Whatever she's on, she's got energy and aggression aplenty, rolling to her feet in a crouch before sweeping the feet out from a third thug.

That's one from each gang for those doing accounting. Nobody can fault her fairness!

    I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
    Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk

The Wu-Tang Clan blares its classic through the air, adding to the confusion as gunfire starts. Panicked gunfire, so no actual hits yet, but the potential for bloody conclusion has started.

Oliver Queen has posed:
At least the view is nice? Oliver is annoyed with the arrival of the woman who is now fighting her way through the two gangs, and, occasionally he pops up to fire off a shot at someone who is taking aim at her, but for the most part he grumbles under his breath, "Months of work.....down the drain....what they want me to post....broadsides saying....leave this stupid warehouse alone..." as he fires off arrow after arrow. He's far enough up that at first he's not noticed. But he's too good of a shot to remain unnoticed for long. As one man falls with an arrow impaled deep in his back, members of the Star City gang turn their guns towards him, and now he has to move.

"I wasn't supposed to be getting shot at today!" Oliver calls as he sprints along the catwalk, and then dives into the protection of a small alcove. He pulls up a smoke arrow, and fires it off in the direction of the men firing at him, and then doubles back to where he was originally, keeping low to avoid any stray bullets coming his way.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"What the Hell!?"

The blonde's voice rings out in surprise as first she notices arrows intercepting people trying to take potshots at her, then the switch of target in half the (still standing) fighters, then the smoke screen.

This is followed by a laugh.

"Arrow, is that you?" The voice is familiar; it's one he's heard before... Just where?

It's someone who recognizes him. Someone who apparently thinks he should recognize her. Blonde. Fishnet tights. Killer instinct.

Black Canary shakes her head as she double-punches and makes two thugs concentrate on relearning breathing.

"Dude, aren't you a little out of your zone here?" she asks in a teasing voice as the strangled gasps of gangsters punctuate.

"Well, looks like Mr. Big is gone, so what say you we blow this joint quickly? Cover your ears."

That's all the warning Ollie gets before she takes a deep breath and ... sings.

Oliver Queen has posed:
When he hears Canary's voice, he stops shooting long enough to grab the noise cancelling earbuds he keeps on him for just such a situation, and quickly pushes them into his ears. He knows what is coming, "I'm not out of my zone, this IS my zone!" Oliver calls back at her, before she starts singing. He keeps his head down, but, really doesn't have to at this point. Rather, he just waits, watching. I mean, who wouldn't watch the woman in fishnets take care of business if there's no danger in doing so? So, he watches, and waits.

Dinah Lance has posed:
The song begins and the effect is immediate: clutching ears, countering screaming that can't be heard over the sound of the Cry, followed by people falling to the floor, one at a time, the strongest lasting a whole fifteen seconds before finally succumbing.

Canary stops with that and walks over the pile of suffering-now-unconscious humans around her, looking for all the world like she's cresting a hill, pausing at the top for what must surely be a deliberate pose, showing off her form in highlight.

"Let me drag the New Mexico guys to the pile," she says, peering around for Ollie, "and you get your hometime homebodies. Then you can web 'em with one of your arrows, we'll leave a note, and blow the joint, K?"

And with that she saunters off ... very painfully obviously putting extra swagger in her step for Ollie's benefit ... to start dragging Enrico Salva and his two goons over to join the pile.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"I need both," Oliver says after he pulls out the earbuds and starts to jog down the stairs to the warehouse floor. "I have been following both groups for weeks and I need them to give me info on the Gotham boss they were about to meet. If I have both, I might be able to play one side off against another." He's all business right now, though, he obviously notices the extra swagger and the posing, and well, he enjoys the display for at least a couple of moments, eyes tracing her flouncing curves.

"I'll web them and we'll get the Feds here, they're involved in this as well." Against his usual better judgement from the rather disgruntled tone he has.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"Wait, you were running an op in my turf and didn't warn me?" Canary pauses a moment in her work of dragging the boss and pulling him away from the main pile. "Shit, that must mean I screwed up something big if the Feds are involved."

She does the classic girlie "oops!" pose, eyes flashing with amusement. "Sorry, Arrow. I didn't know. I've been hunting down a few of these guys myself and it all came to a big opportunity here to disrupt their operation so I could see where the waves spread and how they bounced."

Dragging Salva over to Arrow, she throws him at his feet like some kind of offering. "Well, here's Enrico. And I'll share with you any info I glean from the streets about Mr. Big and where he's gone, K?"

Close up she gives Ollie a once over. Then a twice over. "Those toys of yours and my voice. Would have been a killer combo if I'd known beforehand, don't you think?"

Oliver Queen has posed:
"To be fair, this sort of thing falls into a gray area since I didn't really have any idea where exactly my guys were going to show up when I started this." Weeks ago, plenty of time to reach out, but never mind that. "Next time I'll give you a ring and make sure to invite you up to my perch for a little reconnaissance." What he will be studying is anyone's guess should that invitation be taken up.

He then looks down at the boss, and pulls out a pair of flex cuffs, and cuffs him, before he takes out an arrow and -- as he said he would -- nets up the pile of random assorted thugs that he and Canary took care of. He then looks back to the woman who has gotten very close to his personal space, "I think it would have been a stunning combo," he adds to her last comment.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"Whoah there, sailor!" Canary laughs. "We just started off here. Too early to start talking about rings and vows and all that crud!"

Eyes dance with amusement and mischief.

"But a bit of recce sounds fine. Good first date material. Mind-numbing boredom. Lots of time to get on each others nerves to see how much we can tolerate each other." Her arm takes in the pile of people behind her. "We already know that even when we're not coordinating we work together well in a fight."

Her hands then wander around inside her jacket pockets, face frowning. "Oh, here it is." She holds up her League earpiece. "I'll turn this on more often. You can hit me up with that, K?"

Oliver Queen has posed:
"I'd offer you a drink now but...I feel I have some work to do in the immediate aftermath here that will take my full attention. Though, if you're here doing cleanup as well...it may take quite a bit longer." Oliver replies, smirking a bit. He watches her rifle through her coat and then nods, "Yes, please do. I'll be sure to reach out next time I'm infringing on your turf." Or, when it's cold and lonely in his perch.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"Well, I wouldn't want to make things take even longer after screwing up an op," Canary says breezily as she turns on the League comm. An older model one. She has apparently not been keeping up. "And I've gotta head off to sleep anyway. I've got to work tomorrow."

Ah. One of those poor working heroes.

"Great seeing you up close, personal, and in action, Arrow. Feel free to call on me if you need someone to scream on your behalf. I'm good at that."

With that, she heads over to her bike, picking it off the ground where it lay, blasting out beats, and turning off the music bringing, finally, blessed quiet to the scene. So quiet it's almost uncanny.

"I'm also a bit allergic to the Feds. They always take things so seriously and long-windedly. Boring. Catch you on the flip side."

Engine roars and Canary tears off, screaming the door out of her way (and incidentally causing migraines to incoming federal agents in their automobile as they approach) and riding off into the night.