3929/No Rest for the Not so Wicked
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| No Rest for the Not so Wicked | |
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| Date of Scene: | 21 February 2018 |
| Location: | New York, JVD Offices |
| Synopsis: | The Wasp foils an amateurish assassination attempt on her life. The Black Knight gets an eyeful. |
| Cast of Characters: | Black Knight, Wasp (van Dyne)
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- Black Knight has posed:
The day is clear, cold, brisk. But, it is a full business day. The first since the internet has been back up. There are some issues still, decoupling the network from the emergency system. Dane will be by early this morning to assist.
Her driver opens the door for her. "Miss Van Dyne. I shall return for your lunch appointment, ma'am. Unless there is anything else?"
There is a slight, faint, whirring noise. There are a couple of small drones, cameras pointed at the buildings, recording and clicking. Looks like three of them. Four little rotors. Kind of heavy bodied. stocky, if you will. Not at all elegant.
- Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Things haven't QUITE settled after all the Rising Tide business, but at least JVD is back up and running again. Jan is dressed in a smart business suit, the pencil skirt and matching jacket are to be expected. The tux-pleats on the blouse and string tie, perhaps not so much.
She smiles to her driver, inclining her head. "Thank you, Jeremy." the CEO replies, starting to duck into the limo. "I'll let you know if lunch plans change."
- Black Knight has posed:
Jeremy will never know if the plans change as the wind picks up, and like a gentleman he steps one way to avoid her skirt blowing in the wind. The crack of the gun is loud. The retort sharp. it rocks the drone. It's inelegant. The shotgun shell from the slug falls to the ground with a clatter. Jeremy falls to the ground, the slug settled in his back. The man falls, dropping against the automobile, and sliding against the limo's sheet metal rear fender.
It takes the drones a moment to recalibrate. They are not smart. This is not a professional ambush, or if it is, it is on the cheap. Drone 2 fires a slug into the driver's side front tire. Drone 3 sprays bullets into the windshield. There are cries of fright and dismay and the folks on the street start to scatter in prudent fear. Brass tumbling against concrete and bulletproof glass chipping and spiderwebbing in the front.
- Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Jeremy slumps to the ground and Jan rolls her eyes. "Oh wha-..." she begins, then the woman hears the cracks of gunshots. The limo rocks; it's going to be useless now. People begin to scream, and she react out of instinct. It takes but a moment for her to shrink down to Wasp size... literally... wings fluttering to hover.
Designer suit, blouse, bra and panties flutter onto the seat in her wake. The pumps remain on the floor.
Goddammit.
Too small for the cameras to easily track, Jan buzzes -out- through the shattered windshield. A small and very *naked* Wasp. She can worry about being uploaded to the Internet later. Right now, she looks for the source of the shots.
- Black Knight has posed:
The retort of the shotgun from Drone 1 quickly clues her in. A very nice suit gets a shotgun slug through it. The reek of cordite carries in the air.
Drone Two does a slow, almost pre-programmed sweep across and under Drone Three's firing arc. As if Drone 3 was covering Drone 2. Drone 2 unleashes another shotgun slug into the other front tire. The shotguns are slow to reload, and can be heard doing so.
Drone 3 actually ejects a magazine, and starts to whir as is reloading another.
She is right. She is far too small for the cameras to track. Drone 1 seems to be the assassin, as it remains in place, hovering with that faint electric whir, locked on the spot where it could fire on her in the car.
- Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Jan needs to play this smart. She knows that she could take out all three drones with her bioshock, but destroyed drones don't provide any information. Even if she's only an inch tall, Wasp still has the same -mass- of a 110 pound (give or take) woman.
Grabbing a hold of Drone 2's body, she flings it like a frisbee into Drone 3's rotors. One or the other should break apart, perhaps both. And without pausing to check her handiwork, Jan has buzzed 30 or 40 feet straight UP by the time the two collide. It gives her a good view of the scene, as well as puts her well out of view.
- Black Knight has posed:
Drone 1 fires another shotgun slug into her suit, as if one was not enough. Drones 2 and three collide. She's in good shape, so despite her 'merely human' strength, she causes a collision that breaks the plastic rotors, or bends them enough that if the impact with each other doesn't cause them to break, the strike the ground disables them both, breaking the heavier drone 3. It sprays a few bullets about, then goes silent.
Large, heavy wings blot out the sky overhead as a winged stallion flies between Janet and the sun. She has back up. the cavalry, if she will.
Drone 1 is reloading and firing again. She should be flattered. Whomever set this up felt she was worth at least 4 shotgun blasts to kill. Her poor suit is ruined.
As the minuscule, but mighty Avenger hovers there, the remaining drone whirs and reloads, as about 50 feet away, Strider's silvered horseshoes ring out on the pavement as the Black Knight alights to the ground. He's a little late to help.
The drone doesn't register either of the other two parties. It simply starts to flash a red light on it and start towards the open Limo door. Janet has never seen a more obvious bomb in all her days.
- Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Yeah, the drones REALLY don't like her limo, do they? Two down... Then the cavalry arrives. Literally. The drone starts flashing as it heads towards the limo. Jan wonders briefly how much the limo costs, and what it would take to armor it up. No time to think about that.
Diving down sharply, Jan extends her hands and hits it with a full-strength bio-blast. No longer interested in disabling, for THIS drone she's going for full-out disintegration. She has some experience with explosives, enough to know that the key is to avoid triggering a detonation.
- Black Knight has posed:
With a blast of bio-electric might, there is a flash, a crackle, and the reek of sublimated matter as plastic and other materials is disintegrated into a powdery ash that blows away. Crisis averted. Visible threats halted.
The armored knight is so quiet and quick in his armor. He darts right over to Jeremy and starts to check him over, even though it is obvious, by the color that he is already gone. "Jane?" Dane calls. "Jane? Are you unharmed?" He looks pained under his helmet as he gives a little sigh, and with curiously respectful and gentle hands closes Jeremy's eyes. "By the veil..." he says softly, his frown deep and sad. "He is dead."
- Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Okay, so NOW Jan is really aware of the lack of clothing. And oh, look! Her expensive suit has a big hole in it. She flits over close to Dane's ear, lightly on his armored shoulder where she remains (hopefully) out of his direct vision. "I'm fine, Dane. They got my driver, though." Pause. "And most of my clothes..."
Shitshitshit.
"Can you do me a REALLY huge favor, before the police arrive? Pick up my clothes from the back seat and the two broken drones. Then I need to get off the street and dressed, at least as much as I can."
- Black Knight has posed:
He starts to reach into the car, and well, he sort of fishes out her dainties looking as if he is utterly abashed. "Umm, your... under... things. They survived. Dane's helmet must be hot, The black Knight helm cannot hide his blush. He sort of pulls them out, and stuffs them under his tabard. He rises, and he steps over to the drones. It takes him a moment to disable the power supplies. Then they go into saddle bags.
He has a spare cloak in his saddle bag; and he sort of adjusts the horse, and holds it up. He coughs. "This should prevent too much of a show?" His voice sounds strained.
- Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Jan draws a deep breath and exhales slowly. He can hear it from where she's perched upon his shoulder. "Thanks..." she mutters. There's a bit of a flash as she zooms around and grips the collar of the cloak in tiny hands. With a flourish, the cloak swirls around and then Jan is full-sized and wrapped up in it.
He's not the only one blushing as she swings up behind him onto the horse. Yeah, cloak or not there's still -enough- of a show to be distracting. Arms wrap around his waist, trying to hold on as well as keep the cloak mostly in place.
For once, Jan doesn't worry about any roaming gaze. He's earned it, after all. "Get me the hell outta here, please. Someplace quiet where you can give me back my underwear."
- Black Knight has posed:
"I stared. I'm sorry." Honest to a fault. He then reaches about, and he regards the building. "Do you have roof access?" he asks her. He gives a grave nod to the man on the ground. He points to one of the bystanders. "Tell the police they can question us both at the Avengers mansion at their leisure!"
The magnificent white stallion, Strider, just sort of looks at Dane. It shimmies its backside, as if Janet is unwelcome. "Knock it off." Black Knight warns. The horse tosses his head, and snorts, gives another shimmy, which makes Dane reach around to attempt to grasp Janet's knee so she doesn't fall. That seems to satisfy the horse, and it leaps skyward, spreading wide white wings to carry them both aloft.