By Fire and Ice: Aftermath

September 14, 2014:

The SHIELD Strike Team reconvenes in the Parking lot of the Tri, having been teleported away by an unknown agency.

Triskelion Parking Lot

The most secret, secure, classified parking lot in the nation. Full of Black SUV's.

Characters

NPCs: SHIELD Techs

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Mood Music: [*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scnbni9EX84 None.]


Fade In…

There's a sudden beeping on the road nearby as the Bus appears in front of the building in a blurr of purple light. RIght on the street. Moments later Hill's comm unit sounds "Uh. Deputy Directr Hill? We're reading you in New York now. Are you alright? Satellite imagry just picked up a massive explosion in greenland."

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Cricket looks up as the alert claxons through the facility. 30 seconds? Is that enough time? "Hold on tight, we have to get you two out of here!" Cause apparently, Falcon can totally take care of himself. She's just here to protect the brains. She's about to take off when… She looks around, her computer brain having a hard time computing this sudden change. GPS tells her she's in New York? Her mind calculates the changes, trying to make sense of it all.

Her clothing and skin torn half off, her gloves and boots burned into non-existance, Cricket starts to behave shyly, pulling the hood of her designer parka over her face. "How terribly embarrassing."

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The problem with getting teleported onto a parking lot from midair, as Sam Wilson has just helpfully demonstrated, is that you generally fly in a horizontal position, so when you arrive, you're just laying facedown on the pavement. After a second to figure out what just happened, Sam retracts his outstretched wings and gets to his feet in a hurry. Once upright, he coughs self-consciously. "So, uh… mission success?" he ventures.

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And suddenly, scene change. "Well… I would say that's the weirdest thing that has happened to me yet… but it's really only the third." Vorpal comments and watches Sam Wilson planking on the ground, basically. "Teleportation is fun, though."

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A few moments after everyone else appears via the purple beam-me-up-Scotty, one of Illyana's stepping disks opens parallel to the ground about six feet up and then falls towards the ground. In it's wake, it leaves the blonde Russian with an arm around and helping to support Jericho. Who rather looks like hell.

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Barton was up in the 'nest', when suddenly, he's no longer. His bow is out, arrow is nocked, though the string isn't pulled; and it takes him a moment to realize that he's not in Greenland any more. "Uh… what just happened?" He has to look around, and while he does so, the arrow is removed from its spot and replaced in the quiver.

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From choking a demon with one hand, ready to pound him with the other as it fades away to standing in a parking lot. Paul's in his rapture form with the gaudy artifact dangling on a chain from his neck. Once he realizes he's no longer in Greenland, he changes back. It's instantaneous. "What the hell just happened?"

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Metal takes a moment longer to appear, having anchored himself to brace against attack. His right hand is a rather nasty, sharp-looking curved blade, held in a defensive position, and he staggers slightly as his defensive movement is pre-programmed. He very quickly turns his hand back into a hand, slightly embarrassed, and steps away from the robot body, emerging as a blue-haired gold-skinned man.

"That was unexpected. Who moved us? I'm not familiar with that technology."

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Everyone getting dropped into the parking lot is disorienting, to say the least— and not particularly comforting, at least for Wolverine. He doesn't seem quite as ready to chalk it all up to success, particularly with what he hears coming out of, well, Hill's earpiece. He's sort of a professional dropper of eaves whether he wants to be or not. Narrowed eyes scan the Deputy Director's reaction for a moment as he brushes himself off and looks around for Pryde, who's side he wanders to— as yet withholding comment and listening further as he lights up a smoke, and looks exceedingly grouchy.

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It's true. Jericho looks rather pale and short of breath and a bit unsteady on his feet. He looks around at everyone with satsifaction though, smirking a bit as he sees the Bus on a New York City street. Heh. Explain that one to the media. "Nice work, Starfire." He says into an odd device before closing it, pocketing it and concentrating on remaining upright.

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Clinging to Fitz, Simmons looks about, blinking. For a moment she wonders if they've been blown up and this is heaven. But, then, she realizes she doesn't believe in heaven and that if she did, she's not sure if would looke like the parking lot outside of the Triskellion. "Oh!" She gasps, looking about. "My. Well, now, that was quite the journey. Is everyone all right?" She's quick to move toward Cricket and her torn skin and clothes. "Uh, here, let me help you…do you need a medic?" Her eyes also are drawn to the blonde woman and Jericho. If Cricket doesn't need help, she'll go to check on him or anyone else who looks wounded.

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Melinda May finds herself standing in the Triskelion parking lot in NYC with her knives in hand and the Bus right over there and everyone else nearby and … DAMN. IT. Her chain whip got left behind. That one was a gift. But when Illyana's signature teleportation method reveals the blonde and Trent, mental complaints about losing a weapon are immediately shelved as she barks out names like a drill Sergeant. "Wilson. Drakos. Simmons. One of you. Now." And then she's pushing aside anyone in her way to get to the hacker.

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Again, with the blasted teleporting..! This one's different, quite possibly tech based given by the verbal command form of activation. More questions than answers. Before Hill can pull herself back to some form of coherency there's already a message coming through her comm unit. She takes a moment to look around first, rubbing at the back of her head before picking herself up off of the pavement.

"Confirmed relocation. Away teams appear to be accounted for. Bus is parked. Could sure use medical detail down here." Pause. "And have R and D dust off Project Longbow."

She wants teleport technology, dammitall.

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Kitty almost falls over when the computer she was leaning and typing on suddenly disappears. She looks about to make sure that everyone from the reactor core team is again on solid ground before her attention is drawn to Illyana and Jericho. She glances toward Logan before she's moving forward. Though, she doesn't wish to crowd anyone who is injured, her feet are quick to bring her close to them.

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"If anyone does need a medic, that would be me," Sam chimes in, glancing at Simmons. Then he turns to give Cricket a quick once-over and adds, "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that a medic is not what she needs, though." He's quick to follow May over to Jericho, taking some of the weight off of Illyana with a quiet sigh. "What'd you do to yourself this time, Trent?" he mutters.

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Vorpal joins Logan, leaving space for those with medical training to do their thing, and waits for a debriefing. "Any idea if we screwed the pooch?" the cheshire whispers to Logan.

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Metal is NOT a medic. But he is a mechanic. He heads over at May's call, seeing injured Jericho and Cricket. She's not in immediate danger, and he can help her or she has her own repair system. Aspect, on the other hand… "What's wrong," he says to the man's cybernetics. Yeah, great bedside manner.

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Barton isn't a medic. He's a sniper… and there is no longer anything to snipe. Not that he's disappointed, or anything. A glance is given towards Hill, and her own bullet wound on the thigh is oozing. "Okay.. you need to get that checked." In the next breath, "Hill needs a medic!" is called out before he helps get her a spot on the nicely manicured lawn that is the front parking lot of the Triskelion.

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"Long story…" Jericho pants, definitely putting a lot of his weight on Illyana, and now on Sam. "It's not physical… nothing you can do, Sam." How exactly does one explain that you just had a chunk of magic, ripped out of you and then bled life force? Welll…. you don't, if you don't know exactly what happened. The burns on him from the fighting? Those are physical, but they appear to have been at least tended too.

//Mana-drain detected. Bio-Ethereic containment ruptured. Emergency containment in place, repairs underway." The traces reply to Mike.

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"Don't look it." Logan offers aside to Vorpal, with only marginal levels of certainty. It's not how he expected things to end, but no one looks /especially/ irate about the detonation— so it was probably theirs. That brings half of a half-grin to the Canuck's stern features, its warmth largely diminished by the injured and damaged around them, meta or metal alike. Of all the things he's good at, field medic is passably on the list at best, so the feral runt watches, waits, and smokes, lingering over Kitty's shoulder just one more step removed from the chaos and caregivers.

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Melinda May is NOT a medic, but from what she's heard about Trent's … unusual characteristics, she has every reason to have called both Wilson and Drakos over. Once they're there, of course, she moves on to start checking on the others. Hill earns a brief, narrow-eyed stare. "Simmons, get the first aid kit out of the Bus. Start with Hill." Sure, the DepDir just called to have a med team scrambled, but May's used to not having that resource, and the Bus is closer.

She moves on to look at the others, pausing to stare at Cricket much as she did Hill. "Fitz." She looks at the other SHIELD sciencey-type she's not bossed around yet. "Do what you can." And she turns to look at the next person.

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"Do you need materials to effect repairs?" Mike asks the traces. Bio-etheric containment? That's … life force, basically. Who designed that man's cybernetics anyway? It's freaking unnatural.

Says the mutant robot. He prepares a number of nanocarriers with components he recognizes from the traces, so he can feed the stuff repair parts, and puts a finger on one of the traces to allow it to draw material.

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"I really should get field training," Vorpal mutters quietly, watching the medics and getting a tinge of inadequacy at not being able to help. Come to think of it… did anyone in the Titans know how to heal aside from Raven?

That was something he needed to bring up at the next meeting, stat. "You're awesome, by the way. Pants-shittingly scary, but awesome." He says to Logan.

And he smiles a little. Hey, he didn't embarrass the Titans. Good.

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The human half of Cricket's face smiles to Jemma. She keeps her hood covering her very unhuman looking self in the way as she shakes her head. "No, but thank you. I just need to get to my lab to get… fixed. I was hoping no one would find out… about… well, this," she says, gesturing to her robotic arm that has had the skin torn off of it, along with the tatters of her winter clothes that hangs from the shoulder. She steps back and out of the way, letting the medic types deal with the injured. "JARVIS? Status report on Greenland please?"

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Seeing as how Cricket does not need her services, Simmons starts to ping pong between different people. First there's Sam, who seems to be walking toward Jericho, and then there's Barton's cry. Since Sam is already tending or tended to, she moves quickly to the Bus to get the field kit as May orders. Once back, she's quick to start working on Hill and the bullet wound.

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"Not physical? Okay. Sit down, then," Sam tells Jericho, in a tone that brooks no argument. He's well aware that there's a lot of stuff going on in Jericho's system that has nothing to do with his area of expertise. He's also well aware that when you can barely stand on your own legs, you should probably stop trying to.

Barton's call attracts his attention, so he tells Illyana, "If he goes into shock, call me," and then heads in Hill's direction. "Deputy Director?" he says uncertainly. She's certainly not acting like she's been shot. "You should also sit down."

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Jericho gives Illyana a shaky, mildly amused look as Sam heads on over to care for the DepDir. That oughta be interesting and no mistake.

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Melinda May pauses next to Vorpal. "Get on the Bus, there's bottled water there. And Gatorade. Bring as much of both as you can carry." Bossy, bossy.

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Cricket shyly makes her way over to Jericho and Illyana, brushing aside a bit of hair over the ear she still has. Illyana is given an uncertain smile before she looks to Jericho. "Is there anything I can do, Dr. Trent?"

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Illyana helps ease Jericho down to sit, staying crouched around him. "Once you get your confirmation, we are so outta here." She tells him in a tone that brooks no arguments. She looks up and over to Pryde, giving her glance and not seeing any injuries. She jerks her chin at the other woman. "You OK?" She mouths, not trying to be heard through the press of voices.

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Vorpal snaps his fingers, a purple wheelbarrow appears in midair. "Aye Aye Capn'." And he's off to the bus, pushing the floating construct along. There's going to be a metric crap-ton of both things very soon.

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Paul takes stock of everyone in the parking lots then steps over to Hill. Leg wound but she should be okay. Since it's not spurting, it didn't hit the femoral artery. "There's a problem." he tells her. "There were demons in the reactor room and the powerful one went back to Hell. So either Hydra is summoning demons for some reason, or someone summoned demons and sent them to work for Hydra. Either case? It might know how to make the virus. And if it was someone outside Hydra, they seem to have a reason to target mutants." So. It's not necessarily over.

Beyond what he's already done, Barton's pretty much at a loss. So, he turns about, heads back to the Bus to pick up his bag and the bowcase, and heads home.

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Kitty waves a hand to indicate that she's fine, her facial expression denoting that helping infiltrate and shut down a nuclear was nothing. Or so she'd like others to think, perhaps. She gestures toward Illyana and Jericho, eyebrow raised to indicate the same question is aimed back at her.

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Jericho nods. He does look frankly like hell. "I'll be okay… eventually, Miss Schodt, thank you. There's nothing that can be done for it right now. Though you should get your damage looked at to make sure it's not serious."

He glances back toward Illyana, watching her interact with Kitty again. At that quirked eyebrow he gives a weak little smirk. Wrong? Him? No he's right as rain.

Sure…

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Hill's just going to sit here for a - okay, no she's not. She's got a rifle she can use for support. Stand on one leg. C'mon, soldier! When medically inclined sorts start to show up she'll just let them do their thing, particularly in the warning which Paul gives her soon after.

"Magik called in some favors. We have zero evidence to support HYDRA had anything to do with the infernal. It's over, Manning. Go have a strong drink or ten," she assures the detective.

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Illyana's lips press into a frown and she tilts her head while shrugging at the same time. Apparently the pair don't need a lot to manage communication. As Cricket comes over, she looks up from where she's crouched with Jericho and then looks to him with an arched brow. "'Doctor'?"

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Favors? That's a conversation Paul's going to have with Illyana. Just another day. He doesn't bother arguing with Hill. Yet. The demons were there and one way or another, involved. If it wasn't Hydra then someone outside the group with another motive. And that's another conversation for another day when the Deputy Director is not being wheeled away to medical.

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"Jesus. It's like nobody knows what the words 'sit' and 'down' mean in that order," Sam grumbles. "Hill, that leg needs elevation and pressure. If you're standing, I can't apply enough pressure without knocking you over, and unless you're a secret contortionist, elevation's not gonna happen either." Ballsy — but Sam's a medic. If they're hurt, he outranks anybody.

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"Her mainframe tried to kill me once. Convincing it not to do so involved convincing it that I was a scientist on the project that created it." He sighs when he hears that the base is indeed destroyed. That's all he really wanted to know. "Thanks for coming Cricket. Looks like we finally put it to bed…" He'd be more celebratory, really, if he hadn't just had his metaphysical insides turned inside out.

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Cricket looks very uncomfortable with the current situation, either because of the loss of half her skin revealing her robotic self or the weird tension that is in the air from the teleporting or the unspoken conversations that are being had all over the place.

"JARVIS, please let Miss Potts know that I will be telecommuting for the next two days while I undergo repairs." she says, speaking towards her satchel. "Affirmative, Miss Schodt. Please take care of youself. We will see you as soon as you are well again."

She shakes her head over to Fitz and Jericho as she backs away. "They only hurt the skin. My … real self is fine. If you'll excuse me." As if on cue, a limosine pulls up, the same chauffeur as before holding the door open to help her make her escape.

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Melinda May gives Paul a look at his reporting demon activity to Hill, but doesn't offer anything to support either her reassurance that they were there at Illyana's behest or otherwise. And, as SHIELD support personnel start showing up and the people that arrived with Drakos and his team start to filter away, she ends up running interference to let those that are uncomfortable with 'official' attention flee while they can.

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Mike looks up at Cricket, and squints hard at her damaged skin and at the undercarriage, and repairs any burrs and scratches on the undercarriage by telling the metal to return to its proper shape. The skin is a bit on the edge of what he can really manage, with actual bio-components, but he tells it to hold together a little better, perhaps enough that she can repair it more easily.

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Oh, all -riiight-… It may be time for Hill to be slightly less vertical while she's doing her commandery thing. "Not while I'm in full body armor," she tells Sam regarding the contortionist bit. At least the polycarbonate panels are easily removed, as required. It's a fairly clean wound, all told. Still ugly, but apparently not full of debris.

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SHIELD control will eventually (in about twenty minutes) report to Hill that all signs are that the Hydra base has indeed self destructed. After getting everyone's story, it will become clear that the mission was a success. The virus production is gone, it's makers dead and buried under tonns of ice. Even the facility is a lost cause. It will never again be used to produce that awful weapon. There are still caches around the world, but the cell behind it is dead.

After all the fighting and suffering and setbacks and heartache. After all the investigating and digging and learning to work together. After everything…

It's finally over.

-

With word coming in she helps Jericho get back this feet again. "Alright, anyone that wants a lift… gather in." Another disk of light opens at her feet, and those that want to come should step on and those that don't should get off. After folks are situated, the disk rises and whisks them away.

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"There we go," Sam says approvingly. He's got a full medic's kit stuffed into his flight harness, so it doesn't take him long to get Hill's wound anesthetized, cleaned and sealed. She'll be in good shape to heal, especially once a proper doctor gets a look at her.

All the talk of demons doesn't really faze him — he figures there are other people here who deal with that sort of thing. Freaky dog monsters and injuries are his department, so he'll worry about those instead.

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Melinda May returns to where Illyana and Trent were once most everyone is either carted off to Medical or have hightailed it home. There's just Sam, largely, now. She nods her thanks to Wilson "I need to get the Bus out of the street."

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"I'm happy to keep you company, if you want," Sam offers May with a lopsided smile. "I've got my own transportation, obviously, but I do know a thing or two about putting a plane to bed."

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Melinda May looks at Sam and nods. "Sure." One thing's for sure. The Triskelion personnel whose cars are currently blocked in will appreciate it.

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