Security Breach: Aftermath

January 24, 2015:

Some things have to be discussed in the aftermath of the attack on the Triskelion

The Triskelion, 33rd Floor

Near the Experimental Projects Armory, on the thirty third floor of the Triskelion. The place is a wreck and the door has been torn off the hinges by now dead demons.

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Fade In…

Jericho, May, Kate Bishop, Partisan (looking better but kind of like hell) and Illyana are all up by the experimental weapons armory where Hydra just tried to swipe some plans for highly experimental (probably not functional) teleportation tech called Project Longbow along with some plans for arc-reactor like generators. Not, you know, copyright infringing but hey SHIELD would like repulsorlift tech… if they can ever figure out how it works.

"That one may. HYDRA's been using occultists to target and direct things Part. That's how they summoned dawn of the dead plus serious sam in here at the same time. Anyway…" He shakes his head. "We'll figure it out. One more guy to question. I'll warm up the ice cream. I sent an elevator down for the other three."

The hacker puts a hand on Part's shoulder. "Good to see you again. We'll catch up soon. Illyana, whenever you're ready."

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Melinda May moves to properly clean and put away the katana while Partisan bumbles about complaining about everything and its cousin. When the mercenary says she wants to take some of the items from the armory, May turns to look at her squarely. "SHIELD equipment isn't free for the taking, Partisan. You know that." However, while she's saying this rather loudly and distinctly, she's nodding and gesturing slightly for Partisan to take the items. With as much of a mess as the place is, a few items likely will just end up on the 'lost' report along with several others. "Overwatch, we're clear down here. Rasputin and Trent are going to handle the questioning." And no, Sitwell, you don't get to complain about it.

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Partisan offers Jerry a mute thumbs up, before slumping onto the floor against a wall. She looks like she raided a set of the walking dead for wardrobe, theres blood and gore covering every inch of her save for the SHIELD issue plate carrier, helmet and gasmask she's got on. Gently setting that MCX in her gloved hands aside, before fiddling with her helmet and setting the pudding bowl aside. "You make out OK May, you don't look roughed up at all?"Glancing over her shoulder to snag a black duffle bag, and well in goes two MCX, two MPX and a ton of magazines. Two assualt rifles, and two submachine guns. Talk about getting off cheap, right?"This is gonna sound totally wierd but, there a snack machine or something around here? I don't eat I'm gonna start losing muscle mass here."

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Lunair's cutesy armor (light colored, frills, a couple of ribons - master of disguise all up in here) is dented badly. There's a few black smudgemarks from scooting, too. But she's got this incognito thing down. It's a weird mix of tech that a lot of mercenaries would give their left arm for, provided they didn't mind the cute. Time to - get lead onto the elevator. "I'm still a bit concerned about the bombs. Guess if I just tell them and shoot anyone who is suspicious near them, it should be fiiiiine." Of course, Lunair states this as if it were no more than say, watering the lawn or feeding a neighbor's dog. Just, you know, shoot 'em.

"Ehm. First floor, I guess…" The numbering seems odd. But she'll emerge from the elevator in due time, likely only with Zatanna.

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Illyana's Soulsword has disappeared and now the costumed mutant just nods. She's not as banged up as Partisan but she would really like to get some healing time in before doing *anything*. And maybe a nap. A nap sounds really good. Not much for goodbyes, she just stands next to Jericho and a stepping disk whisks them away. Like Calgon. Only y'know, more hell and less bubbles.

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Zee kinda laughs at Lunair as the elevator doors open "I guess… I'm still concerned about Namor down there alone…." The young magician has fared slightly better than others, she'll just have one hell of a headache when she lets herself think on it. "First floor…. let's do this" and as the doors open, she'll step through with Lunair.

-

May looks at Trent and Illyana and nods to them as they take their leave, then puts the katana away carefully. "Nothing I haven't dealt with before," answers Partisan, then at the question of food tilts her head, indicating for the mercenary to follow her. The weapons lockers are all resecured, and she leads the way away from the mess and (coincidentally, really) toward Zatanna and Lunair. There's a break room nearby, and she knows Sitwell keeps power bars stashed in here. They may taste like crap, but they're at least marginally better energy value than vending machine junk food.

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Partisan dumps that chest rig and the 1911, before stuffing a SiG P239 into the back of her blood soaked Jeans and moving to follow May. "I don't heal for free May, gotta keep the fires stoked with calories." She makes no apologies for the T-shirt by the way, which reads "Your dad sends me care packages". Tall, athletic, blonde, and well she might be beautiful if it wasn't for all the blood and shit yaknow? Ratty looking Seiko model 5, diamond earrings. You know, the sort've shit you'd expect to find working for Shield theoretically.

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"I think he's m- wait, that's his name? Huh. He seemed kinda big on Imperius Rexing and stuff, more than us," Whatever that is. Lunair has no idea. "Was nice of him to help out." And take a squid guy to the face. That was pretty nice, too. But Lunair doesn't hash it over too much. She steps out, blinking beneath her visor. "Oh!" Wavewave at May. "Um. There's- a few bombs. Down. In the basement. None armed, though." But they might wanna get those charges moved. "Are you okay?" She looks worried. Never mind the multi million dollar bounty on /her/ head. It is forgotten and set aside in lieu of 'hey, bombs'. There is a curiousity about Partisan, "Huh." The shirt causes a little bit of confusion to the very literal Lunair.

-

Zee looks at Lunair "Yeah that was his name, I recognise it from our case files… and I don't think he's all that nice." Zee has her reasons for that, the least of which is being called witch hag. Pausing as they enter the lift, Zee looks at May and Partisan "Do either of you need healing? I have some ability there…" it's hard to tell with all the blood and gore everywhere. Partisans t-shirt gets a brief look, Zee probably doesn't want to know what that means…

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Melinda May nods to Lunair and Zatanna, then leads Partisan the rest of the way to the break room. If the other two choose to follow, that's fine with her. She starts opening cupboards and cabinets, then hands Partisan an unopened box of protein bars and keeps rummaging. "Pop Tarts? Must be Barton's." Those are offered to Partisan as well.

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Partisan fwumps down, and tears in ever so casually. Peering after Zee and Lunair for a moment, before speaking. "Thanks May. Of course I'm fine, why ever would you ask? Didn't you hear, blood and"pausing to scrape a chunk of, well who knows off her sleeve. "guts are totally the latest fashion. I mean I came up here just to like, roll around in the dead bodies. The boys go wild for a girl who smells like the fresh dead and cordite, that whole action woman mystique yeah?"

-

Lunair looks a bit surprised. "I could get a water gun," She offers helpfully. There's a hint of wryness at that. Lunair probably wouldn't spray poor Parti down. "And I never assume. For all I know, you shot them to make them more aerodynamic or something." KALI MAAAAAAH- wait. For as literal as she is, Lunair does seem to have a sense of humor. That, and she's wearing freaking magical girl full body armor which is now dented by bullets, dusty and a bit - well. Dorky.

She looks to Zee. "Oh. Well. He did seem kind of … odd." That's a polite way of putting it. "Anyway, yeah. Bombs down stairs. Not armed. We cleared them out. It was kind of surreal. I still feel bad for hitting that cat thing." Lunair does like kitties, big and small. Then she stifles a giggle at the Pop Tarts offered. "Wait. I wasn't involved in the pop tart pilfering." She already nudified him.

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Zee doesn't know these women particularly well, she came because help was needed. Partisans comments and wiping of … gore … has the Mistress of Magic looking down at her own costume, shrugging and speaking quietly

~ teertS setholC ~

Her stage costume and any associated mess is replaced by jeans and cutesy type T-Shirt. "I'll take your word for that." she smiles at Partisan.

-

Melinda May looks at Lunair for a moment, then touches the comm link in her ear. "Overwatch, got a report of unexploded ordinance in the basement area. Send an EOD team when you can." She figures that's not exactly top prioity right this moment. But, it'll get done.

-

Partisan has polished those pop tarts off like, already. "Oh shit I'm being rude, instead of just being snarky."Rising to offer the pair a hand, and a broad smile. "Howdy, I'm the mother fucking Partisan. It's lovely to meet you, thanks so much for helping out. I'm glad none of the vikings or whatever banged you two up, why don't you have a seat and take a load off? I'd offer to share protein bars and stuff but, I sort've need them. May, by chance do you know these charming ladies?"

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Melinda May opens the break room fridge and pulls sodas out for everyone — two for Partisan — then finally moves to sit down with what looks like a party tray of veggies, and a similarly sized container with berries and cubed fruits. HER snackage, but she's willing to share.

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Lunair nods at May, then blinks at Zee's sudden change. Though, in fairness, her own armor disappears shortly after. Happily, Lunair is wearing a nice shirt and black slacks. She looks almost kindasorta normal. Except for the black shackle bracelets with a single chain link. Weird. But she's trying normality. "Thanks," Smile. She will accept a soda. And looks to Partisan. She carefully accepts a hand. "Hello, The Mother Fucking Partisan. I'm Lunair. Pleased to meet you." She gets it. "Partisan." She repeats. She was being silly. "The pleasure is ours. I imagine you gave them quite a time, too." She goes quiet a moment.

"It's okay, I understand. Someone threw up earlier, so I - may wait to eat a little." Mental images of Namor and the tentacle guy. She winces at the memory. Oh no. "I appreciate the thought." She looks to them.

-

Lunair may have blinked at Zees change, but Zee blinks as she recognises Lunair. "Oh, hello there. Sorry I didn't recognise you before." Partisan gets a Zee patented smile "Not rude, just hungry… Nice to meet you, Partisan. I'm Zatanna Zatara but most people call me Zee." Lunairs mention of Namors upset with the tentacle guy has Zee smirking again "Could /not/ have happened to a nice guy, I'm telling you Lunair."

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Partisan nods "well you know, getting shanked will work up an appetite."Slumping right back down, and going right back to those protein bars. "Why thankyou May, most hospitable of you. I do appreciate the thought, and by the by. I felt I should offer my compliments, normally I know I'm not very complimentary of you kids but your security fellows fought quite well considering."

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Melinda May isn't contributing much to the conversation. Having finally settled into a chair, she opens the containers of fruits and veggies and starts almost absently crunching on a celery stick. Well, right up until Partisan mentions some security fellows. Then she stops and turns to stare at the mercenary. "Which security fellows?"

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Lunair smiles. "It's okay. It's probably for the better. I was in full armor," Lunair doesn't seem bothered. Besides, these days she seems less - keen on being recognized for some reason. "And yeah, it must've been intense fighting up here," She offers. She doesn't seem to think ill of Parti. She looks a bit puzzled for a moment.

-

"Given how it was when I arrived here" Zee looks to Lunair "It was pretty intense everywhere. I detected several portals opening and closing here, it must have been pretty intense." Patisans comments gets a frown "I don't know any security people here, just Jericho and Illyana." Zee, apart from a couple of short meetings with May, has had extremely little to do with SHIELD.

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Partisan digs around in her jeans for a moment, before producing a name tape which she offers over to May. "I left his ID card on him, but felt like he deserved remembering. Pettersoli, he was on the same floor as me when things went south. He took six before they got to him, but he managed to crawl into the office I was in. I rendered first aid, but he bled out. He was aware enough, and intelligent enough to figure who I was. Told me the radio codes, wished me luck and passed on. When things first kicked off, I was pretty confused."Trading one bar for the next as she goes on.

"So Initially I made a stand at the office, trying to wrap my noodle around what was happening, but one of the walls was glass and they came through and killed the fellow I was here to see. With nobody right next to me to protect, I got on the radio and started fighting."Part slides the name tape over with a soft smile. "I had to check everything in the lobby, no knives no anything. I'm useless with a sword, so if things had not unfolded in that way I may not have survived for long enough to get myself a weapon otherwise. I'm tough, and I'm mean but I'm not invulnerable."

-

Melinda May ahs and nods, accepting the name tape and pocketing it. She's positive that they're by no means the only names they'll find like this today. But she can't dwell on that now. Right now, she's got Overwatch in her ear telling her to get to another floor to help there. "Break time's over. You can either hang out here — and only here — until someone comes by to lead you out, or you can head out now. I don't care which." Her snacks go back into the fridge.

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"…" Lunair listens. "I see." She seems quietly - it's hard to say. Her condition and past have left her a bit blank and neutral faced when not actively working to emote. At least she escaped having a resting bitch face, one supposes. She looks to Zee. "Wow. Really? They're super serious now. Normally, fending off a few vans of them would be the end of it." She sighs.

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At May's words, she looks over. "I suspect given my situation… I should go unless someone wanted to see me." She seems a bit sad about it, but that is life. "It was nice to meet Miss Partisan, and good to see you all despite the circumstances." She will let herself be lead out, then, it seems.

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