Justice Avengers: A Black Day in Hub City

Silvermane looked Yelena over with one eyebrow raised. He was genuinely impressed. Granted, they'd still have to get her some proper clothes later, but she didn't clean up too bad. He handed her the letter he'd gotten, showing her the address.

"I admire your gusto," he said, tapping the part about "no weapons" on the letter, "but you'll have to leave all that shit here."

The two men would be greeted by an old fashioned English butler that would say “Good morning, gentlemen. How May I be of service? “ The butler asked and as soon as he noticed the police jacket he made a signal with his finger to one maid that was in the house who only nodded and went running in a hurry. The butler then opened the door and invited them to enter towards the main hall.

If they entered the two men would find themselves in an old timey yet comfortable living room. It was very well illuminated by sunlight; it had some very comfortable chairs, many marble sculptures, a great variety of plants around them and a big fountain in the middle that would make the place feel completely warm and full of life. “While my mistress arrives, Could I offer you something to eat or drink?” the butler said while he offered wine to the “guests”.

While the butler tried to distract them, a magically disguised, Morgan would go to them in order to greet them. She would look like a slightly nerdy woman, wearing black glasses, a black business suit and an office haircut.“Good morning, gentlemen. I am always thrilled to receive surprised visits especially from our local law enforcement. What bring you to my humble home, if I may ask?” she asked in her usual english accent.

When the door opened, the vines, leans and foliage burst forth from it, and the air around Dent filled with the jungly scent. The entire room didn't even look like it was indoors anymore. Ivy stepped out, wearing out her green outfit a little altered from yesterday. "Mmmmm...Harvey. You know I need my beauty sleep...."

edited 10th Sep '14 1:45:34 PM by Saturn

Two Face took a step backward away from the door when all the vines and such sprang out.

   Damn it, we told you keep that shit in your room!   

"We'll deal with that later." Two Face showed Ivy the letter. "We've got somewhere to be today. You'll have to sleep later."

Will’s jacket, full of newly jagged edges, fell to the ground behind him as he stalked out of the alley. He glanced to Garfield covering the downed man, and staggered straight up to him. “I accept your apology.” He said, before kicking Flamingo in the face.

Will got down to the man’s level and followed the kick up with a sleeper hold, waiting for the man’s breathing to steady before staggering back to his feet. He looked up at the burning apartment, down at the bullet-ridden concrete, and felt his numb arm twitch. Will’s face was a picture of frustration and suppressed wooziness, and now that he wasn’t in any immediate danger he felt like he was going to pass out. “Take the Flamingo.” He commanded Garfield. “There’s an idea to salvage this.”

The next few hours were a stressful time for everyone involved. Will had to take Flamingo to a back-alley doctor in order to get his leg patched up. It was miraculous enough that he had survived the grenade blast, so Will had to make good and sure that the man’s leg didn’t get infected and kill him. In addition, he had to make sure the syringe hadn’t been dosed with some kind of lethal poison. The whole time, Will played the events over and over in his head, detailing what Harm would have done. Harm could take on an alien juggernaut; Will couldn’t take out an unpowered gun nut even with a file of information on them in tow. He’d tried to mix his lives together, and the concoction blew up in his face. This might not even be a city where Will could survive.

So it was that 8:01 on the dot, Will arrived at White’s office, exhausted and very nearly broke. He pushed open the door to White’s office using Flamingo’s face, and dropped the man to the floor bound in at least seven different kinds of restraint, including zip ties and duct tape. A stark white bandage covered the wound on Will’s cheek and bits of his face still stung from the iodine treatment for the broken glass. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at the receptionist. “I’d like to see Mr. White. I have a package for him.”

Terra spent the night at LeFay's and, at the moment, was actually spying on the current encounter between LeFay and the Hub City Police using LeFay's crystal ball. She was curious about what the police wanted with 'Lindsey Young' but was smart enough to keep out of sight for now.

This post was thumped by the Codfish in a Derby Hat

Yelena looked at the letter, and then back up at Silvermane. "This is clearly a trap." She said, removing a few pistols and keeping the knives and other melee weapons hidden inside her jacket. "If I not armed, taking care of attackers will take more time." She nodded. "This acceptable?... never cared for look..."

The receptionist tilted her head and smiled, nodding excitedly. "Oh, do come in!" She said, chirpy as ever. "You too, person that's following him!"

Inside the office, White was once again with his back to the door, staring out the window. "Will... Will... Willie... what do you have for me this time?" He said, waving a letter in his hand.

"Uh, no, thanks." The blonde man said, shaking his head. "I don't drink w-wine—" His voice trailed off once he saw Lindsay Young, turning into a bunch of random mutters. "H-h-hello, Miss Young. I'm Lieutenant Bard of the Hub City P-P-P-Police Department—" He pointed at his jacket excitedly. "I'm here to talk about your... i-income." He reached into his jacket, pulling out a bunch of stapled papers. "Particularly the part regarding your heritage. Ma'am, w-would you like to move this into a more private room?"

The tall man, however, was more busy with getting himself nice and comfortable, by taking a glass, pouring wine on it for himself and settling down on the comfiest looking chair around, taking his time to appreciate the heck out of the wine in his hand, acting in a completely different manner than his partner.

Silvermane took off Yelena's jacket and shook the knives out, making them clatter noisily to the floor.

"First off: trap or not, no need to be rude. It says no weapons, so no weapons. I don't want you getting shot first day on the job." He handed the jacket back to her, then reached into his jacket and took his gun out of the shoulder holster, tossing it down with the knives to show her he was doing the same. "Second off: obviously it's a trap. So we're gonna spring it, and not get caught. Then, when they're looking in an empty net, we'll deal with 'em." Finally, he gestured to her clothes. "As for how you look, it's fine for now. Like I said, we'll get you a pantsuit or a jacket and skirt or something. Gotta look presentable. But we'll deal with that later." He turned sharply and made his way to the elevator. On the way out the front door, he passed one of his IT guys the USB drive. "Make sure whatever's on there's legit."

Slade glared down at Val, his weapon still trained on his forehead, before glancing to Bucky. "Go check the door." He said, nodding over towards it. "Let go of the cat." He barked at Val. "And stand up. Depending on what Bucky sees, I'll make my decision."

Will hefted Flamingo up and gestured for Garfield to bring him along before heading into Flamingo's office.

"The man's money was elusive. Here is the next best thing." Will said as he gestured to Flamingo's bound form.

White spun around in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Now that is just too tempting, Will." He leaned over to poke at Flamingo's cheek. "He's still alive, isn't he? I already have my share of bodies..."

"Lindsey Young"

"There is no need to worry, all my employees are of my most uttermost trust. What would you like to know about my heritage? I must admit I am curious about your question, I usually only get visited when there is need for donations. If this is a Tax issue, I assure you that my accountants will be more than happy to assist you," "Lindsey" said while she took sit in a relaxed position. "Being a police on this crime ridden city, must be tiring. May I offer you something to eat? It is the least I could do for our hard working police force.

edited 13th Sep '14 9:59:34 PM by RPGLegend

Garfield stood, glaring at nothing in particular as he followed Will and moved the Flamingo. The job could have been more successful but this was a circumstance he could accept and he was pretty sure some of the apartment was on fire when they left, which was an advantage.

"Come to Moench St..." Bullseye read over the note he had woken up to find slid under his door. He was at first surprised to find his name attached to the back, considering that this wasn't even his apartment. It would still be another two weeks until the room's true owner was fished from the bay of Hub City. Reading the letter left the assassin more annoyed than anything, however. And here I thought I left the NSA because I hated being ordered around.

Of course, Bullseye was still going to go. He was crazy, not stupid. Even he wasn't going to try to cross the Maggia, at least not without scouting their numbers. A meeting like this was perfect for that. Donning his outfit, the former government official and Hub City's newest nightmare climbed out onto the building's fire escape as he prepared for a brand new day. He took one last look at the invite. Do not come armed. He chuckled to himself. Like I'd have to.

"Dead men tell no tales. Or bank account numbers. Or however this is going to be done." Will touched his bandaged cheek, before tapping Flamingo with his foot. "Is this acceptable? Or does some other waterfowl need to be apprehended as well?"

Bucky nodded at Slade's order, bracing his gun in his metal hand, making his way over carefully to examine things, picking up the letter and opening it to read it, frowning a little before turning and bringing it back to Slade, holding it out to him. "It's just this."

And just like clockwork, at precisely 9AM in the morning (the time in which the station would receive the ratings from the previous night), Spiral received a call from the HQ of Mojoverse.

"I have question. Regarding assassination attempts." Yelena asked as she followed Silvermane, putting her jacket back on. "You let person behind it live or not?"

"This cat is yours? I thought she was a stray..." Val said, petting Rose one last time before motioning for her to stay besides her true owner.

"This is not just acceptable. This is perfect." White grinned, his teeth wanting to break through his lips. "But I'm afraid it just won't be enough. You see, the price of the report you wanted has just gone up!" He leaned back, grabbing a cigar on the table. "Capitalism, my dear Will. Of course, I can't just ask more without giving you more, which is why I'm willing to give you the papers you want... and the key to the place." He chuckled, waving his hand. "Not literally, you won't own it. But you won't have to break into it."

The location of the meet was a fairly normal-looking house in the exact middle of Moench street. Once they reached the door, anyone trying to get in would have to show their invite, at which point an old lady would open the door in case the invite checked. After that, the 'guests' were thoroughly checked. Every additional piece of clothing apart from their shirt, pants and underwear was removed, their bodies checked by female and male Maggia goons.

The checking continued. They were given a drink, one that would get rid anything hidden in the guests' mouth or teeth. They were then led downstairs, passing by a corridor scanner which made one last thorough check for guns. And that wasn't all too. One more check for radios and wires, another information check (the guests had to relay their name, their affiliation, amongst others) and finally, the most terrifying part of all: they had to sign a guest book.

After that, the guests were finally led to an expansive hall, and anyone with a basic knowledge of Hub City would recognize this place as an once great but now forgotten event location. Many important conferences had been held in that hall, but now, it was home to the biggest collection of crooks, mob bosses and costumed freaks the world had ever seen. Of course, they were all unarmed, each group of guests accompanied by one Maggia goon, who were also overseeing the tables filled with breakfast food.

Round tables with pompous chairs and plates were arranged neatly on a formation around a circular television screen displaying the Maggia logo. Each of the guests would find cards with their names on the chairs. Bullseye had been seated on an empty tables, the cards on the chairs indicating he had been seated right next to 'Chesire', 'Floyd Lawton Jr' and 'Mister X'. But Silvermane... Silvermane and his crew had been seated on the same table as the Squid and his crew, who were busy gorging on finger food.

"Actually, I can't accept anything, Ms. Young. It'd be considered corruption." Bard jokingly remarked. "We've been looking over your heritage claims, and we've obtained some information from professionals on the area and we'd like to... double-check them with your claims, if you wouldn't mind... you could just direct me to where you keep your documents, your butler can accompany me, and my partner has some questions."

The man on the chair quietly waved to Le Fay, smiling contentedly.

Slade looked at the piece of paper, quietly lowering his gun to grab it and re-read it for what seemed like the nth time. "How do they know our location?" He asked out loud, nodding towards the room. "Put on your armor. We're going to find out how they found us." He looked over at Val. "You... will stay here, and not leave this place no matter what happens. They may not know we have you."

"Just stay here?" Val complained, getting out of the blanket, his shirt on his hand. "I certainly can do more than that." He said, putting on his shirt and glancing at Bucky. "At least something to pass the time."

Silvermane turned to Yelena slowly in the elevator, wondering how much she'd heard of the night before.

"What," he asked coldly, "assassination attempts?"

Lonnie observed the criminals' humiliating entrance check process totally amused. The funniest part that he was doing it through their own surveillance technology, which he had easily hacked into thanks to Spiral's computer. He was so entertained he actually got up, went to the kitchen and came back with some nachos and cheese dip to go with the show. Of course what he really wanted was to find why they were meeting (and how he could exploit it to his own benefit) but he could still have fun in the process.

Spiral was busy on compiling the blackmail footage for the next three council members when she received the call from the Mojoverse. After speaking with Silvermane she had just finished the first batch of blackmail and had successfully sent it to her first victim, and had quickly edited the footage for the broadcast as she compiled blackmail for the second victim.

Aside from the attack on the bistro, the only other crowd pleaser was that gigantic brawl Lobo had with those supervillains from the now destroyed bar where he managed to beat all three at once, even one arm severed. He even literally beat one of them unconscious with said severed arm! XD

"Hi boss!" Spiral greeted, having just sent out the blackmail data to the fourth victim. "What's up? The ratings I bet."

Bucky shot a bit of a glare at Val, then turned to go get into his gear. "Train yourself, then. If you're so great, surely you have your own routine."

"Lindsey"

"Lindsey" laughed lightly at the insinuation of bribery and simply said, "Of course bribery is despicable act, but I believe a job well done deserves being... rewarded."

"That won't be necessary, you won't believe how often I get that question from the IRS, I already have a copy ready, just for such occasion." she said while the English butler brought a big folder with many files and gave it to "Lindsey".

"Of course you would need a warrant for me to show you these files" she said with a serious tone, before smiling with conviction "but I am quite confident everything is in order, so it won't be an issue at all sharing them with you." she said before giving the folder and smiling back at the other man, before telling him, "it will be my pleasure to answer all of your inquiries''.

edited 17th Sep '14 9:08:17 PM by RPGLegend