6905/Defection:No Le'carre

Defection:No Le'carre
Date of Scene:	15 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Quake, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye (Barton), Jemma Simmons

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    The Crimson Dynamo, one of the Russian Federation's frontline military superheroes. The last hero standing after the Winter Guard fell on their sword to save the world, SHIELD had something confirmed in excess of 600 Sorties in her solo defense of Moscow. The nerds at the Russia desk thought she was a rock star, and hey she had a bunch of super legit Merch right? Her deployment to America had been a source of confusion, briefs had been produced under the expectation she was going to start something. Only six days ago, a message showed up in a New York dead drop not used since the cold war. Co-ordinates, a date and time, written on the back of a Crimson Dynamo poster. "Have technical documents, have treasure to trade"

    So the place in question, was the "Wandering Oaks mall". Upstate New York, Wandering Oaks had all but died years ago when the housing bubble burst. The huge shopping mall had been built in anticipation of a thriving community that never showed. Now it wasn't just a ghost town, the mall might as well be a tomb. The ceiling has partially collapsed near where the sears once was, but other than that and some terrible graffiti? Yeah the place is dead. Not so much as an idling car, or a heat signature for miles.

    The old fountain in the middle of this two story mall was filled in with concrete some years back, creating something of a raised stage area right in the middle. Set in the center there is something out of the ordinary alright. Theres an ancient Russian ammo can, partially covered under a bright sky blue beret.

T-minus 5 minutes until the deadline...

Quake has posed:
The finding of the dead drop had posed a few problems, not the least of which was: what to do about it. Those suckers were old, and mostly unused. In fact it had just been a fluke that one had been discovered.

Skye rounded up the usual suspects and delivered the findings. Ultimately, a small team had been chosen to go and make the meet. And because Ms.Thang still needed practice with her powers, Skye was one of the chosen.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Hey, it's abandoned property. She freaks out, all she does is take care of the demolition work for them. So, speaking of relics of the Cold War, they've brought one along.

Not that Buck's in Full Metal HYDRA Bondage Gimp gear. No, he's wearing the Marvel 'I am Totally A Civilian' starter kit - faded jeans, hoodie sweatshirt, ballcap. Though in his case, some wit has made sure the cap in question is one of those veteran's caps, with the WW II ETO service ribbons on the front. His dog hasn't come along - he's learned his lesson when it comes to risking Frank hurting the pup.

Besides, he has Clint along as Emotional Support Animal.

He's with Skye, on her left side, and if he's armed, well, it's hidden under the sweatshirt. There's something just too weird about bringing an assault rifle to the mall, even a defunct, zombie-apocalypse mall.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint for his part is dressed down as well, leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans, oh and a bow, People carry bows right? Well, Clint does, even to regular malls, (it's amazing what an Avenger's ID card lets you get away with) and especially to zombie apocolypse malls.

Taking a position at Skye's right he keeps his eyes moving looking for potential threats. Though threats to Skye aren't his main concern so much as Fitzsimmons. Skye can more than handle herself.

As he walks he says, "Remember, when the zombie horde attacks we want to lure them into the sports department..." trying to keep things light.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    There was mention of technical documents. And, when there's tech, there is bound to be someone from Research and Development going along. But, because of the fact that it is, you know, outside the lab...it can't be just anyone. Which is why there are two additional field agents along for the ride. And...one of them is definitely not into it at the moment.

    "I just don't see why we gotta go. I mean, we're supposed ta be lab scientists, yeah? So...why are we here?" The sardonic tone belongs to one Leopold Fitz, engineer extraordinaire. The comment of a zombie horde gets a laugh...but then shifts to a look of panic. "Wait. Is dat a thing? Please tell me that's not a thing, Jemma."

    "Fitz....do be quiet." Dr. Jemma Simmons pats Fitz on the shoulder as she just laughs. "You know why we are here. We need to verify if the promise of the technical documents mentioned is legitimate." And...also to observe Skye, though that is merely a side benefit. "You are the engineer. You should be able to determine their validity easily."

    And that is the other reason Jemma is here. She is the designated Fitz wrangler.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    It's like a freight train off in the distance, this low rumble. Only it gets louder, and louder until abruptly it shuts off. Then of course, it gets -very- loud because the Dynamo drops in.

    It smashes through the roof, through the duct work, through the second floor without even slowing down. Smashing into the concrete floor hard enough to shatter whatever glass panes this place still had, that big jet engine on it's back still glowing cherry red. RPG chains clattering, as those Venkos start churning over. Even with all that dust and shit in the air, you can -smell- the Ozone plain as day. Feel the electric charge build, hear those Venkos as they begin surging. Electricity dancing over that cherry red paint, as the Dynamo stands slowly to it's full twelve foot height.

    In the photos it looked big, but in person? That 30mm cannon on it's shoulder certainly didn't shrink any. The one brilliant red eye burning behind that slotted T helmet swiveling back and fourth, before slowly offering the faintest of little nods. "I am glad to see you have come, but I did not expect quite so many of you."That voice, washed through lord knows how many electronic filters was designed no doubt to be intimidating. The sort've low basso growl you -feel- in the pit of your chest.

    Slowly it extends one massive armored gauntlet before lifting it's helmet. "I am the Crimson Dynamo, it is pleasure to meet you."

Quake has posed:
That rumble... Skye hears it long before the others, and when it nears, she feels it more deeply than any of them as well. It's not just a rumble in her chest, it's like a tickle under her skin. An itch she wants to scratch and can't quite. Well, she could, but it might be a little rude to throw counter it with vibrations of her own until they'd at least said hi.

That doens't mean she's not prepared to throw up a shield (no pun intended) if necessary, or worse.

So far, she's holding herself in check, and when they get not only a greeting, but a name, Skye mutters, "Of course you are."

She's not the lead on this one, and for a surprising change doesn't jump the rank queue, letting Clint take the lead, or, you know, Bucky to fight it out for the honours. Clint might outrank them all, but enh, Bucky was their resident former-Russian sort.

Winter Soldier has posed:
It's not just a gesture of courtesy that has Bucky removing his cap, in return. Not in the usual sense, anyway. He gives her a moment to take in the face no longer shadowed by the cap's bill - she may've encountered images of the Soldier in Russia, since she's a government asset. Gods only know what she's been told about him - a rogue agent? A tool broken in use and discarded?

He's got that prisoner's mask on, a neutrality so studied it's practically absence of expression. "Dynamo," he greets her, in that rasping voice. "Glad to meet you. And truth be told - we weren't a hundred percent sure who you might want to meet first, or what for." Apparently he's accepted that he's a functional part of SHIELD, for better or for worse. And then, in Russian, <<I speak Russian, and can translate, if there's ever something you don't feel clear about, in English.>> His accent is, absurdly, Vladivostok.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Ish?" Clint offers to Fitz with a hand wobble leaning in to say to Jemma. "Make sure he doesn't get read in on the Raccoon City file." Figuring the curing of the T-Virus was something Jemma might have had a hand in.

Then there's a Russian mech suit smashing down, Clint steps between it and the scientists bow raised explosive arrow on the string. "Hey," he greets with an upnod when Bucky offers the more formal greeting. "What he said," about not knowing who they were going to be meeting.

He eyes the suit up and down, she hadn't been joking when she said she was bringing treasure. "So, want to fill us in on what's going on?" he lowers his bow, slowly letting the string go slack.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "Oh dear lord." Fitz freezes as the earth trembles beneath his feet from the incoming Dynamo. And...as the armored behemoth makes its grand entrance, there might be a high-pitched shriek from the technical support, as his arms splay out to balance himself. It's probably a good thing that there was so much noise...because no one could have possibly heard him, right?

    While Leo was doing his impression of a frightened little girl, Jemma holds up an arm above her eyes in a warding gesture. Her attention is certainly captured by the spectacular landing, but only for a moment. She swiftly performs a visual scan of the others, to ensure that no one was too shocked. And...apart from the reaction from her male counterpart, everyone seems fine.

    Once the initial shock wears off, Fitz finds himself just *staring* at the armored form. "Blimey. They said it was big. But you just don't get a sense of *how* big until..." With that, he just turns to indicate with his arms towards the Crimson Dynamo. Whatever fear that was there is gone, replaced by a sense of awe and wonder.

    "Just like a kid at a candy store." The comment from the bio-chemist is quiet, but may be loud enough for others to hear, if they are listening.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    That brilliant red "eye" tracks Bucky for a moment, before giving a faint rumble. "It would seem this is gathering of the former faithful, yes? I speak English fluently, but I appreciate your kind consideration. I would offer to take off my armor, but the last time I did so on operation the Winter Guard and Titanium man showed up."Which is, yaknow interesting intel already. Ursa Major was supposed to be in a prison somewhere, Titanium Man supposedly in an insane asylum and the heavy hitting siblings of Darkstar and the Red Guardian? They were supposed to be -dead-, as in rendered down to atoms and cast upon the solar winds sort of dead.

    "I am former Senior Sargeant Galina Nemirovsky of the 76nth Guards Aerial Assault brigade, the last Winter Guardian and the tenth Crimson Dynamo."Theres a pause there, as the Dynamo steels herself beneath all that armor. "I have classified technical documentation, and after action reports to give you as proof of my seriousness."And well out of a compartment on those chunky gauntlets the Dynamo produces a single USB stick.

    "I have come to offer my services to the United states."And a pause, to make it all the more crystal clear. "I would like to defect, with armor and mantle so I may serve a more deserving nation. I am currently wanted for treason, Murder, terorism and whatever else the FSB can drum up."Some of it, she might actually be guilty of! A traitor now at least, and the murder thing...well it's complicated.

Quake has posed:
Their guest was a new one on Skye, though one supposes she could pull out her phone and check the woman out. Mind you, that would involve dropping some of her guard, and Skye wasn't ready to do that quite yet. Though she was happy to let Clint and Bucky play good cop-bad cop, or whatever game it was they were playing right now.

Fitzsimmons would confirm if the tech was legit, or what they were dealing with, and she would play it by ear. Some tech was very much her department. Some, not so much. But this mission she was as much backup as anything else.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Oh oh oh, heavy shit. Even Buck's pokerface isn't quite adequate to the strain - it fractures enough for his brows to go up, and for the neutral line of his mouth to thin out into something grimmer. He suspected this might be what's on offer....and in this case, he's hardly the one to make an offer, or accept it. He's biased, of course.

Nor is his control proof against the shiver that walks up his spine on icy little feet - not so much from the chill of the empty mall, but more at the memories of frozen corridors at the other end of the world. But Lili's not here to jar him out of whatever reverie is tugging at his sleeve, so Buck coughs and squares his shoulders....then there's a rueful little grin. "I don't know that I ever qualified, Sergeant Nemirovsky. I was never a...willing servant of the Republic. Only bound." Somehow it's important that he acknowledge that.

Then he goes on, "I'm not ....I can make no promises on behalf of SHIELD. But I can say that this offer will be taken very seriously." His eyes are agleam - there's a weird, feral light there. The Soldier as a construct may be dead, but the habits and the training remain. She may be a self-defecting princess, so to speak, but he's already figuring the angles....and pursuit. She's wearing millions of rubles worth of Russian military assets, and they've got to be hot on her trail. "We will do our best to see you safe. Are you sure you weren't followed?" Galina's no amateur, but nor will be the hellhounds who have to be coming behind her.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
For all he plays the fool, Clint grasps the fullness of what was being offered here. It wasn't just the tech and the info, but the symbol. This was going to be a Big Deal (tm), especially when the World Council catches wind of this.

"Fury is so going to fire me..." Clint mutters to himself. "Bucky can't make promises for SHIELD but I can, Sergeant Nemirovsky," he gets the pronunciation on the name too, (thanks Nat!). "I am not able to sign off on your defection, because that's a whole huge can of worms, but I can promise we'll get you and your armour to safety tonight and get you out of the line of fire while people above my paygrade work things out. Will that be acceptable?" he asks the pilot.

Though when the USB is offered, he side-mouths, "Skye, you got anything to give that a look on?" he asks her.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    There is a moment of silence, from the Fitzsimmons team, as they let the higher grades talk things out. After all, they certainly can't offer alysium on their own. But...they can certainly get started on verification of information. And, to start off, Jemma seems to give Leo a prod in the arm. "Are you going to get that, Fitz?"

    There is another moment...and no movement from the engineer. He seems much too enamored with the tech in front of him...and not the promise of more on the USB stick. There is just a shake of the head from Simmons as she steps around Fitz, approaching the hopeful defector with purpose and a healthy dose of respect. "May I?" She reaches for the USB device, even as Fitz snaps from his revelry a little too late to stop her.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "I do not expect a decision tonight, I am here to offer expression of intent."She finally steps back, Venkos spooling down before that back plate pops with a hiss of pressure. A gloved hand reaches up over the Dynamo's armored shoulder, before the pilot can dismount. That undersuit is built on some sort've black latex looking stuff, with exposed coolant lines and armored plating stacked on top. The suit ends at her left arm and right leg, exposing the bright red prosthetics. Her left eye a mass of scar tissue surrounding that bright red mechanical eye. Face a patchwork of bruises and self stitching, her good eye still a bit bloodshot.

    Helmet hung from a hook on her beltline, carbine slung and left to hang past her hip. Battered, tortured, burned and yet here she stands no matter the will of the Russian federation. She isn't afraid, just very very tired. "And no..."Her voice scratchy and small, especially considering what she just climbed out of. "I will not be leaving here with you, I will be returning to my hide out."She fiddles with her belt a moment, before pitching a handheld radio with, well circuit boards taped to the back, to Bucky. "My offer is not unconditional, eight men have died upholding the honor of the banner. No matter what happens, I will always be the Dynamo and I have ideals I must uphold. I will require funding, logistical support and the authority to act in defense of the civilian population."head bowing as she digs a pack of smokes free.

    Fingers trembling, she gets a delicious American cigarette lit. "When the day comes I do not sortie in defense of those who can not protect themselves, I will be in the ground."A glance is offered towards Fitz. "The goods are legitimate, yes?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
Reserve's abandoned enough to show a little shock at the state of the pilot's body. Not pity, never that, but.....recognition, maybe. Finally, someone else who's been through something like he has.

He snags the radio out of the air with unthinking grace - the metal hand's covered by a leather glove, but that's not enough to muffle the decidedly metallic *clank* that comes at impact. "This is your means of contact?" Just verifying. And then, as if it behooved him to offer a gift in return, he pats down his pocket with his other hand, and comes up with a packet of unfiltered Luckies, which he holds up in offering. Hey, pretty girls need classy cigarettes, right?

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint nods, clearly sidelined by the cyborg to cyborg bonding. He smirks at the thought. "Gotcha, so you're looking for support, and some help managing the defection, but you want to do your own hero thing?" Clint asks. "If so I can respect that and I'll bring that offer back to SHIELD."

He turns to the more technical part of the team, "Well, like the lady says, are the goods legit?" he asks them.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    The USB drive, freely given, is inserted into a tablet Jemma carries that is then passed off to Fitz. There isn't any verbal cues from the two. They just act as if they are on the same wavelength. Leo's fingers dance over the tablet's surface as file upon file is scanned quickly. Schematics for all the different Crimson Dynamo suits. Chemical formulas for certain pharmaceuticals. Venko generator diagrams. Various other mechanical engineering documents. Fitz's eyes grow larger and larger with each file...until he hears the question of confirmation from Clint. He then quickly lowers the tablet, unplugging the drive in the process. "Oh...hmmm...yup. Most definitely legitimate."

    With Leo reporting on the documentation, it gives the biologist time to examine the pilot of this particular armored suit. And...there is a definite frown forming on Jemma's expression. She doesn't step any closer, but she does speak up. "You're injured." It seems a bit of an obvious statement, given the prosthetics and all, but Jemma then elaborates. "You're using some of the drugs listed in the files. It is the only way you would able to even function. I...I am surprised you haven't lost conscienceness." With that, she turns to Clint..."She needs medical attention immediately. I don't care if I have to fight the Director, but she is either coming with us, or I am staying here to help her. Otherwise, we may not have an opportunity to accept her services."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Smokes are accepted, thankfully. "I am fine, getting all my favorite vitamins. Tobacco, Alcohol, Existential dread."Galina offers casually. "Radio has GPS and repeating beacon, when we are ready to proceed to next phase? Contact me. Do not come looking, as your efforts will alert Russian intelligence."Information passed, offer made she gives a curt little nod."I am going to go and sleep, you can do your work and hopefully next time we meet it will be as friends."

    She takes another hurried pull on that smoke, before flicking it aside and climbing into her armor with a grunt. The Dynamo seals back up, and those Venkos humm to life. Unless somone tries to stop her...yeah the Dynamo goes home yo.

Quake has posed:
Skye, for once, wasn't going to be the person getting an eyebrow raise when they got back, though she was glad she'd made certain that the tablet Jemma and Leo were using wasn't connected to SHIELD proper - because paranoia had done her in good stead for years, and given current situations with Hydra, and Arnim Zola, Skye wasn't taking chances. *Everything* of this nature - especially freely given gifts by defecting Russian weapons - was vetted by Skye before it got anywhere near the mainframe systems.

Because.

(Mostly because she damn well knew what she could do, and yeah.)

Bucky's.. attention on their 'guest' wasn't missed. Nor was what Jemma had pointed out. "She's right, Hotshot. We can do better for her back at base." Totally willing to accept that the physical body of Galina wasn't as potentially dangerous to SHIELD proper as that USB stick. "Call backup?"

And by backup, she means the turbo way out of here.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Buck lifts his hands, for all the world like he's trying to wave down a plane. "Wait!" he says. "You need medical care. Don't go yet. Let us help you." There's a surprising amount of fervor in his plea. "That's not conditional to anything in terms of defection. If you're not comfortable receiving it here, we can go with you...." He looks to the others, as if in search of agreement. "Some of us, anyway." Willing to accept that playing bodyguard for Galina might have him coming to grips with some of his former captors.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Do it," Clint says with a nod to Skye about the back up. "A stealth Quinjet ASAP."

As for the situation with Galina. "Sergeant, if my agents," god that sounded weird to say. "Say you're in trouble, you're in trouble. Come back with us, we'll get you patched up and get you on the way. You have my word on that." It was likely a case of needing more than 'patching up' but it was a turn of phrase.

As for Bucky going with her, Clint shakes his head. That wasn't an option he was ready to entertain, at least not yet.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    A 5 foot 3 inch tall squishable Jemma trying to stop a 12 foot tall mass of walking metal? Yeah, that is so not going to happen. The expression on her face is that of true concern, mingled with despair. "Please...let us help you. You need rest, certainly, but you can't do that if you are alone and on the run. Come with us. We can hide you. Give you the time you so desperately need to recover your strength. You do not have to do it all on your own." It is a passionate plea, one that, for a normal situation, might actually be convincing enough to consider.

    Too bad this is far from a 'normal' situation.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "May fortune find you, until we meet again."She's used to fighting injured, with broken equipment all by herself. This, it's Thursday. She steps back, that armor lights it's thruster and..right out the hole she made coming in here. Zooming off wherever she came from, without a moment further worth of hesitation.

Winter Soldier has posed:
For someone who's known her all of about ten minutes total, face to face....Bucky looks absurdly bereft as the Dynamo zooms away. So much for that reserve. And Lili's not even here to comfort him. God only knows what the dog'd've made of all this.