Code Red

April 09, 2019:

Russo teams the crew with getting his boys out of a secured wing of a hospital.

Hospital, NYC

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Tony Stark

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

((First pose was lost, sadly :/))

*

"Russo," Lena greets, slipping into the building with a sliver of silence and all the looks of prepping for a blizzard. Reaching up, she pulls down a mask off the bottom half of her face, the stitching and weave promising that, under her grey-blue parka, that she may be in better shape armor wise than ever before. A rippling of mist follows her steps, her boots threatening to dust the floor with crystals with her strides.

"Got your message, honey. What do you need from me?"

*

Sublty is generally useful, but Floyd had been known to lack it now and then when he wears his signiture armor. Tonight? He was seemingly only wearing his long-coat over the more subtle underarmor…and Lena was taking his place. Stepping out of the shadows with a briefcase at hand, the assassin simply raises an eyebrow at the sight of the woman in her new armor. "Cool."

Shifting his gaze towards Billy at his briefing, he listens silently before tucking his free hand into his jacket pocket. "Raiding a hospital with armed guards, civillians and security…alright. What's the ROE?"

*

"Well I haven't exactly had the time to come up with a tactical plan, I have been busy getting intel." He pauses for a moment as he lays out a general map of the hospital. "Alright you can see here they have a centralised administration building/cafe/whatever the fuck else. They have the west wing which contains emergency. South wing with Pathology. And the east wing, where my guys are being held under guard." He pauses again as he looks over the plan. "Obviously our main priority is getting my boys out of the east wing. But it would be ideal to also take out pathology and find out if there is any other documentation we may need to destroy."

*

Lena reaches up and pulls away her slinder, silver specks. Studying over the plan, she hooks the glasses onto the dip of her jacket. "Security will be easy for me, even anything with a lock. Depending on what part of town this building is in, shouldn't be too hard to secure and access card, or even do a bit of digging if need be. Do you know if the systems are automatic? Manuel? A mixture?" Working out the wings in question, she then counts the number of men at Billy's disposal. "We can do this in a couple of ways. Loud and make a show since a couple of us are masks, or…very subtle. A key focus to extraction of your boys, of course, but one of us can break away and hit the records. Might be better solo for that stretch."

*

"If we go loud," Floyd speaks, setting the case down beside him, "We're going to have to deal with cops and masks pretty quick. It might be faster, but we might end up trading bullets with a SWAT team to keep them back. Your guys will be needing to move or be moved fast. Alternative is we put up a distraction or we move in fast, replace the guards or remove them and try and sneak out."

Folding his arms over his chest, he considers for a moment. "Your boys, your plan, your lead. What's the call Russo?"

*

Billy looks between the two a couple of times in quick succesion before he looks down towards his map again, his finger tracing over it apparently aimlessly. "Initially I was planning to go in heavy, roll up on the wing gun down whoever we had to, storm though and torch the bloods." He takes half a step back from the table and runs his hand through his dishevelled hair. "But now I think that is the wrong call. My boys may not be able to move under their own power or very fast, they definitely won't be in much of a condition for combat, even if they would say different. So we need more time than we will get if we go loud. Hell no point in resucing them if half of my boys are eliminated on the run to the cars."

"So we need to go in soft, but how. Big distration? Sneak in and try and eliminate the guards and just walk my guys out? Ideas?"

*

"I can crack the security. At least stop anyone from being seen. Kill some power and force the generators to start rolling. A tiny blackout might give you a good chance to take out said guards." Blinking, she cants her head to the side and studies as well. "I can destroy samples easy, too. Electronics cease to function with enough cold. We can also do something somewhat comical. Ruin some type of system, besides electricity, we can hit water. Either way, I can get us in quiet without a hitch. Maybe the costume idea isn't a bad one. Guards? I can nurse? Swipe a card, keys, get access to the details?"

*

"Fire." Floyd suggests, clearing his throat. "Doesn't have to be the hospital, just the building close enough or one of the suites. Throw up some confusion, throw up some smoke and they'll have to evacuate. We go in with the confusion and get out, dressed as workers or FD and roll your boys out. Load them up and drive out of there in the confusion. They'll work out they're missing, but we'll be long gone."

*

"Fire huh? I like it. Right element of confusion for us to mask our movments and have people not look at us too close." He nods his head "Ok well, best place to set it would most likely be in the building we are hitting, but as far away from my boys as possible so we still have time to operate. Get close to the guards when most others are gone, chat them up and take them out." He nods his head along a couple of times. "Best if we are hospital staff, doctors and nurses. Don't want to have to wait to show up as FD and it will allow us to get as close as possible without being suspicious at all." He nods turning away "Wheel most of them out in their beds, just need a good place to transfer them. Can't use an ambulance, won't be enough space. But I think that is a plan. Lena once we have taken care of the guards and got things prepared you can take care of the blood for us. Thats your forte after all."

*

"Of course. Sounds like a solid plan." Looking around, she then eyes Russo and Lawton in turn. "Pity, I wanted to use my new toys. Might get to, but I'm honestly hoping that's not the case." Smiling, she slips her shades back on. "Shall we, gents?"

*

A nod, Floyd gives a little noise of agreement at the decision to move in as hospital staff. It made sense. "Pull one of the SUV's into the parking lot, another one at the front door with your guys as a backup. Whichever door is lighter, we'll move towards it. If things get blown, I'll hold off the first response of the cops and we'll tear out of there. If Lena gets caught up, you get your boys out and I'll move to get her out. We're going to have an easier time getting the two of us out than you and yours as well."

*

The plan at least is not too hard to put together at all. Scrubs and doctors coats are not exactly hard to aquire. The only thing that takes Billy a few moments is organising to have a couple of his crews black SUV's emblazoned with the iconography of the hospital before stenciling underneath a simple 'Patient Transport'. Now they have a plan and everything they need to pull it off.

*

Outside the hospital now, Billy rests against the drivers side door of one fo the SUV's well within a blindspot of the cameras. They plan on destroying that evidence, but better to be safe than sorry. He reaches down into a small cardboard box taking out an infection control mask and sliding it over the lower half of his face. "So do either of you guys actually want one of these? I mean…" He looks between the two slightly more well known crooks.

*

"I'll be fine, dollface. I need to get out of here and start my show." Brushing through her dark hair, she pulls it up into a messy tail and even gives the liner under her eyes a drag of her thumb, smearing it slightly. Scrubs on, she presses her feet down within the sneakers and chuckles. "Comfy." Clearing her throat she sighs and moves out. "Radio's on, see you on the other side"

They could hear her should they wish, moving through the door and twitching, nervously. "H-hey, could you help me? Christ, I'm sorry. It's only my second day and…"

*

Thankfully, scrubs and masks aren't that hard to get ones hands on. Stop at the right store and you can get them in bulk! Changed into his own scrubs, her reaches out to recieve one of the masks and gives a laugh. "Ruse is shot to hell if one of the cops has seen the wrong mug shot," he comments, but then Floyd can't quite pull off looking all 'cute nurse' quite as well as Lena.

He waits, letting the woman take the lead and glancing towards Billy. "So who's striking the match?"

*

"Well I think Lena is going to take care of that, better we get close to my guys and see what we are dealing with before it all goes to hell. Besides it would be better if the cops saw us on the ward before everything goes to hell." Billy shrugs his shoulders and straightens out his white jacket before he moves towards the building. "Just don't blow our cover by dispensing the happy time drugs before the time is right. I mean save it for the after party." He pushes open the door and his body language almost immediately changes, going immediately from a predatory lope into a professional straight backed walk. Walking past the nurses station he sweeps up a clipboard and begins to bounce his pen off it as he moves from room to room.

*

Some people would take pity on a girl, and the look on her face spoke of troubled times and a frantically lost innocence. She gave some story, wove some tale, and with the comings and goings of the ward, she was provided directions and a stack of papers to take along with her. One less job for Jane Doe to do herself. With a quick stride, having meaning and urgency, she locates the wing in question and the room in question. A bump, a swipe, she uses a card and gains access.

"Ah, made it." She smiles, perhaps to herself though her voice was fed to her crewmates. Filing, eyeing names, she smiles toward her only fellow co-worker in the room. With a promise of donuts and coffee, she then moves through the room alone. "In five." She warns, getting to work on hunting, gathering, and planting. "Counting down."

*

"Give her three minutes to keep moving," Floyd comments, but he quickly moves to follow once Billy gets going. The amount the man knew about medicine was fairly limited, if one discounted GSW injuries was fairly limited, so hopefully noone asks his advice or for his aid right now. Walk like you belong and look busy…and stay away from the MRI machine, given the weapon he had concealed beneath the loose-fitting scrubs.

*

Billy moves his way through a few rooms, checking out charts and talking to patients as though he has ran the place for years. He just tries to steer away from talking in too much detail about peoples conditions instead just promising that their cases are being looked at, promising them more drugs or just chatting about what he saw on the news this morning.

Eventually he manages to make his way towards the Police guarding the three rooms containing his six men. He puts on his best smile and talks to them, not yet trying to make his way into the room. Floyd can even overhear him talking to the four men from where he is. "Yeah the isn't the best, but at least they will give you a double shot free of charge. All that keeps me running around this place half the time. Hell you guys know how it gets whenever someone the costumes start acting up.""

*

Lena always counted. She knew her steps, exits, locations, layouts; she had to learn and it stayed with her. Her lips move as she keeps her internal clock rolling, her fingers pulling out files on the men in question, all six. "30," she speaks across their comms, informing them of the few seconds they have to do their final spaces. Her stack of work done (somewhat, she exits the room leaving the machines ready for ruin, along with a bundle of paperwork against carpet. Turning a corner, she walks down a corridor. "10." She notes.

*

Floyd wasn't quite the same people charmer as Billy, but the man certainly knew how to look serious. Turning off a room before, Floyd steps towards the drop-box and reaches to grab the chart within. Flipping it open, he starts to scan through as if he was looking for something. All he had to wait for the signal and look convincing, right?

*

Billy is all smiles and small talk until the alarms go off. He puts on a good show even then, staring up towards the cieling pausing a few moments before looking back towards the police officers. "Don't worry too much about that, probably just some kid thinking he is hilarious for pulling the fire alarm in a hospital. No idea of the harm he could cause if everyone took it seriously." He pauses as the alarms keep blaring deafeningly loud, and then they keep blaring and blaring. Before all at once the hospital staff break into action. Some start speaking into phones frantically others, start moving room to room getting patients ready for transport as quickly as they could. Finally he turns back towards the police, his face twisted into a look of deep concern "So what is the plan now, we need those patients out of this hospital right now!" All they have to do now is run out the clock, let the ward empty out enough for them to take out the four police officers.

*

Lena keeps her head down, the alarms the only thing causing her to go tense and follow after the flock of action now rippling through the hospital. A rush in her step, she shuffles around with that same drive of knowing where to go and what to do. Her charge ends her up in the bathroom, slipping in and claiming a stall for herself. For now, she'd wait, counting her movements and listening to the chaos outside. Hiding the folders up and against her body, she glances around and holds, her feet up and on the seat to make sure no one though someone was inside. "Got'em. Chaos at the front of the house. Some patiets are already being moved." Another pause, she slips out of the stall, now moving her body down the hallway and in their direction.

"Doctor!" She pants, eyes going to the cops. "Officers. Are the patients secure? We need to move them. Fast!"

*

Now things were moving! Floyd drops the clipboard back and waits, but he steps out into the corridor just a little. Any staff that come this way? He'll dirvert back towards the other rooms. "The police need to handle it, we'll give them a hand!" Reassuring a nurse, he looks up towards Lena but doesn't answer her immediately. Instead he's looking back to see if the cops are suitably distracted.

*

It is all chaos to the cops and that alone is susspicious to them given the men they are holding, problem is that none of them are famiiar enough with the workings of the hospital to know if something is out of place or not. They are all scanning the area looking for signs of what caused the alarms or for signs of an obvious gunman. But in the end, their eyes just glance over the hospital staff and patients. Unless the threat is punching them in the face they don't know what they are looking for. What is clear though is that they are hesitant to move the patients.

Unless someone else has a better plan all Billy can do is keep up the charade of concerned doctor until the room hall empties out further.

*

The security twitches in place, struggling to decide how and where to go and when. The hospital was in near pure chaos by now, moving people out of their rooms in a desperate need to evacuate them to safety. "Officers!" Lena Nurse protests, her pale eyes wide, fretting as the smell of smoke becomes all too apparent.

"Fine! Doctor…" he stalls out on the names, motioning toward both Billy and Floyd. "Whatever it is, nurse, too, with me. Help me move them out. We have six all together"

"There's an exit down the hall from us, we should use that one, it's closer." Lena suggests, causing one of the guards to tense before agreeing. There was no other choice in the matter.

*

Into the room they're drawn and Floyd spares one last glance down the corridor. They had to linger just long enough for most of the other patients and witnesses to be cleared out to make life easier and Billy's boys had to actually be able to be moved or this plan was going to get a hell of a lot more complicated.

Into the room, he moves towards one of the beds first, but his eyes move more towards the police. If they call for more assistance? Things were going to get messy.

*

Well they are in the room without alert, with the police officers in an enclosed space with no witnesses that are paying any attention to the sequestered patients that are already being tended to by a docter and a couple of nurses. They are not going to get a better chance than this, and if they let this charade run any further it will only take one of the police officers getting suss to make this whole thing a lot messier than it needs to be. They don't need the heat of a bunch of dead cops buring their asses.

The command when it comes is simple. "Now." Billy lashes out at the nearest cop, yanking his arm down and around before his knee slams hard into the mans face dislocating the joint and caving in the mans nose in one savage move. That leaves three more police to take care of.

*

Lena wasn't a fighter. She was learning to be, but she never really needed to lift a finger herself. She was rarely the muscle, but for now…it was go time. Her hand reaches out, claiming a metal bedpan. With a swing that uses her entire body, she crashes it against the back of the cop's nogging, sending him spawling to the ground. Time was up, and slipping back into herself was wonderfully comfortable.

*

Floyd did tend to have a preference for how he liked to fight, but dropping bodies here wasn't really going to make life that much easier. His own plan was faily similar to Lena's, but she beat him to the reach. Time for an alternative! His hand sweeps sidewards, flinging a nearby vase at one of the thugs before lunging forwards to grab the man's baton and snap it open. Drawing back, he whips the weapon across the face of the next.

No guns for now.

*

"Fuck!" His exclamation isn't yelled but it is a little startled. He was sort of banking on Floyd taking out the spare, but then again he has never heard much about how the man handles close combat when they aren't dropping bodies. But can't slow down now. He steps in as the cops gun clears it's holster, both of his hands wrapping around the cops wrists yanking him to the side before wrenching his weight over one shoulder. The cop hits the ground with a rib crushing 'ooof' before Billy's foot slams down onto his face before he takes a step back and slams his foot into the side of the mans temple. Well that was loud for a scuffle vases and bedpans hardly being silent. But that alarm is a hell of a lot louder.

"Ok, well now we just need to get the boys to the car." He turns towards the beds containing his boys, handcuffed as they are he scans for a camera before lowering his mask and smiling at them. "How we doing boys? Hows the food been?"

*

"Beautifully shitty I'd imagine." Lena muses, moves around the beds with cuff keys in hand. Quickly, being no stranger to haste, she unlatches each and every body before returning to the police. Stealing some latex gloves from a box on the wall, she slips them on and begins discharging the officer's guns. Clips removed, extras as well, she tosses them into a cabinette above the room's sink station. "Can you boys walk? Limp, even?" A glance down, she looks up. "Are either of you the same size as those fellas? Cops helping three patients is pretty keen." Now, time to start removing IVs.

*

Both of them might look the part, but did they have time to change? Floyd himself swaps the baton to his off-hand and then draws the sidearm he'd tucked into the small of his back. Cracking the door, he's on watch for the moment. "Rubber rounds," he explains, "but only one mag. Best get moving."

*

"Better to move fast right now I think. Longer we dawdle the more curious people are going to get and the more emergency responders are going to show up. Cars are close to the doors lets just get the hell out of here. Whoever can walk, get up and start looking pathetic." Billy looks towards the door, getting ready to help his men whatever ones need it."

"Billy, we have a problem man. Anderson can't move. That bitch…his spines broke Billy. We are going to need a wheelchair or something unless you can load the bed into whatever you have waiting outside." The rest of them men slowly stagger to their feet, they don't have to try very hard to look pathetic. Most of them have seen far better days.

*

Lena looks up and across the trio, before settling on Billy and Floyd. "I can grab a wheelchair easily enough. Get the five out and I'll be here with Anderson. I'll need someone to help move him, though." She explains, looking around the room's closet to see if one chair was already waiting there, folded and tucked away. She digs and moves a few items before cursing under her breath. "Give me 60. If I'm not back, move it." She decides, slipping out of the room quickly.

*

"I'm counting," Floyd nods, nudging the door open and checking the hallway before hiding the gun behind his back. He'll let her pass before he looks towards Billy. "Worst comes, you two carry him out and I'll cover you. Wheelchair limits the stairs and they might shut down the elevators. We can't afford to get locked in a box or be climbing through the shafts."

*

"Alright boys lets go. I'll be back in a second Anderson, sit tight. Come on towards the side door, you have all been to a hospital before you know how it works." Billy leads his men out of the room letting them shamble behind him. At least it is not too far to go, it is only a couple of minutes before the dull sunlight of the city lights up their forms before they are swallowed by the black SUV. Only one more to go and they are free and clear.

*

Lena did as she promised. She was a good girl, the type that grabbed what she wanted when she needed it. Rolling toward the room, still with the same speed and need of moving a body, she enters and counts the vacant beds. Her eyes settle on Anderson. Chair parked, breaks on, she moves the bed's position using its controls, trying to get him as close to the ground as possible. Guards down, she glances toward the bodies on the floor, then back to Anderson. "We'll get you out, ok? As careful as we can."

*

So far so good, Floyd posts himself at a midpoint, gun tucked behind his back. Their time wasn't infinate, eventually someone would come to check on them. From here? Hopefully he could cover the first escapees and to watch for Lena's return. "Fire Department won't be far away," he speaks from behind his mask. "Clock's ticking."

*

Billy arrives back at the room in almost no time at all, moving with purpose. He spots Lena already back inside with the wheelchair breaks on and ready to go. Good. That will make this a lot easier. "Floyd give me a hand here." He moves to the other side of the bed and wraps his arms around Anderson getting ready to help lift him into the waiting chair. Anderson however is a massive man and it is not without some struggle. Finally however they make it to the chair and within short order get him out to the waiting car. "Alright lets get the fuck out of here, and figure out what the fuck we are going to do."

*

Lena unlatches the wheel stops, starting to push Anderson along as she, and the pair of 'doctors' make way to exit with the cover of smoke, fire, and chaos. "I have contacts," the girl explains, only after everyone is accounted for and set with as much security as possible. "Safe houses, someone to help patch me up when I need it. Anyone else know a good medic, though? Anderson is going to need some love and stability." A pause, she continues speaking over their comms. "We need to get these six out of New York."

*

Pistol clicked to safe and back towards the pair, offering Billy a hand to load the wounded man into the chair and then taking point as they make their way out. It's only once they're in their car and away that he'll finally pull his mask from his face and exhaling a breath. "There's some out there, but they're going to cost to stay quiet. Best to get out of town and work it out from there. Gotham, Bloodhaven, Faucet…somewhere that people won't look close quickly. Then out of the country if the erasing the information wasn't good enough…"

A pause, he glances to Lena. "No offense. We just have to hope they hadn't already got a sample to the police station."

*

Billy pauses for a moment taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself enough that he can think things through properly. "I know some people that can patch us up without questions asked, and with the evidence they gathered destroyed and our friends in PD I think we will get out of this clean." He shakes his head slightly and looks in the rearview mirror back towards Anderson. "A while back I read about something Stark was working on. Neural bridge, or something like that. Lets paralyzed people walk again. Apparently it is currently in human testing with great results."

*

"None taken. If we're hiding thugs, Gotham is the place to do it. They'd stick out like a sore thumb in Fawcett." She murmurs, sitting back and pulling down her hair from its tail. Brushing, mussing herself up, she eyes out the window and falls silent. "I've been to Stark Tower before. Snuck up to the Pent, easy. The labs? Well, I can get a layout and start forming a plan for that." Thinning her lips, they fill out naturally. "Or…we offer your boy here for trials. Can't say no to a Vet, can you?" A shift, she digs under her shirt, pulling the folders and paper work free. "I have the physical copies. The digital ones in that office would be destroyed."

*

"Tony Stark?" Deadshot repeats, listening to the planning and the talk before exhaling a breath and removing the pistol from the small of his back to rest it on his lap. "The Iron Man…something tells me we're going to need toys bigger than this if things go wrong." At least they've got themselves a bit of an edge in Lena's prior experience. Hopefully the luck of today will hold.

"Ah hell…why not?"

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