10216/TITANS: Stay Outta Gotham

TITANS: Stay Outta Gotham
Date of Scene:	27 November 2019
Location:	Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Beast Boy, Kían, Robin, Stardust and Volt investigate a warehouse owned by a New York gang with its eyes on Gotham. It starts with stealth, and ends with explosions and a T-Rex.
Cast of Characters:	Stardust, Robin (Wayne), Volt, Beast Boy, Kian t'Kaeh

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Stardust has posed:
    Batman has returned to Gotham, or so they say.  Certainly fear of the Bat is returning to the streets, but when word had originally started to spread that Batman was dead, the Gotham underworld got complicated.  What's more, there was a chance things could get even more complicated, as gangs from outside Gotham turned their attention to that city.  While word of the Bat's return has begun to calm things down a little, there were plans set in motion that are still moving.
    Gotham has its own gangs, and for a New York gang to turn its attention there is no simple matter.  There have been increased communications between gangs as new relationships have been set up—or negotiations failed, sometimes bloodily.  Some of the larger New York gangs have considered more dramatic moves, scenting weakness in certain sections of the Gotham underworld, but as of yet nothing has come of those thoughts.  However one of the wealthier crime syndicates, run by the Hennessy family, has been conducting some rather unusual business.  So far it they haven't done anything to target any of the Gotham gangs directly, but seem to be working in some way with the Lucky Hand Triads.  Monitoring of their activity has lead to the information that they have rented warehouse space from the Triads in China basin.  Is there some shipping deal in the works between the two gangs?
    Monitoring of activity has determined that goods are being shipped to a Hennessy owned warehouse in Williamsburg, and a small amount of traffic has been observed in transit from the Williamsburg site to the locations in China Basin already.  What is being stockpiled at Williamsburg?  Perhaps its a good idea to nip things in the bud and pay a quiet visit to the site before anything gets moved into Gotham.  They have problems enough there right now.
    So it is that the Titans find themselves in one of the more run-down and largely abandoned docks areas, just north of the naval dockyards, on an inflatable boat puttering quietly through the night from the Tower.  A couple of hundred feet away on the banks, the lights are on in the target warehouse.  Stardust cuts the engine and lets the boat drift.  "Okay.  What do you think, Robin?  Break in, knock heads together, demand answers?  Or we doing this stealthy-style and seeing if we can take a peek at the cargoes without actually alerting anyone?

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Damian had been standing in the boat, a wide stance, and his arms crossed as they crossed the river to the docks.  "I think the last time we tried a stealth mission with this many people, Beast Boy crashed the warehouse as a woolly mammoth.  You were there too, but had a modicum of stealth," he comments dryly, and only a small amount of tongue planted in his cheek.  "So, if we put the fear of thunder in them, they will have even more fear of the lightning," he says plainly, his hood was raised, but his white eyelets had a way of catching ambient light, which could be seen staring out towards the docks.

Volt has posed:
    Volt is rather contrary to Damian; whereas the latter is poised in full Washington-crosses-Delaware, Volt is in a low crouch.  He's a nice, even happy bundle of nerves.  Why, he doesn't even care that he's wearing what strikes him more as janitorial clothes than anything superheroic.  His fashion faux pas is a drab blue jumpsuit with ski mask.  He couldn't look more conspicuously inconspicuous, or like something off of Counterstrike.
    The point is, he doesn't care.  They're doing something.  He's coming.  This is, in all actuality, his first foray into doing something with a team.  Not assistants or friendly parties, but teammates.  It's exciting.  Not so exciting as he can't catch an opening for a joke, however.
    "Well, to be fair," Volt says, lifting his gaze to Damian, "I'd bet the thugs barely even noticed the rest of you."

Beast Boy has posed:
    Beast Boy is in costume, since this is Official Stuff.  "Hey, that was just one way to do it.  I can totally do stealth if that's what we're after this time," he says, and before anyone knows it, he tries to skitter up Robin's side to perch on his caped shoulder, a green rat.  "Just don't call me Scabbers, and don't toss me into the water either," he adds, holding his little rat hands together in a begging motion, "Cheese, if you please?"

Stardust has posed:
    Stardust grins at Volt's comment.  "Two tons of green hairy elephant does attract a certain amount of attention," she agrees.  "But to be fair, he was supposed to be providing the distraction.  I'm going to suggest we take a leaf out of that book this time."  She turns to Robin, jerking her head towards the warehouse.  "Got to make sure the lightning strikes in the right place, though.  We don't know what these guys are actually up to yet, and you know how these guys lawyer up.  This is suspicious as hell, but maybe we need to make sure of things first…."
    She raises a monocular and studies the warehouse for a few moments.  "Hard to make anything useful out from here.  The drone overflight showed a loading yard with half a dozen trucks in it.  Looks like there's a couple of guards on the door there, but maybe over the wall and in that way.  But…" she lowers the monocular, and tilts her head.  "Robin.  How about I go knock on the door?  Well, fly in.  Act all friendly, tell them I'm in hot pursuit of a flyer.  Uh, I dunno.  Let's say… Firefly.  He flies and he sets fire to stuff.  Say I lost him on the outside of the building and I'm pretty sure he's got inside on the upper level.  I'll do the whole 'I'm here to save you from the evil criminal' thing.  That should keep them very occupied and feeling all paranoid both about the upper levels and me.  You guys take the opportunity to get in the back, see what's in the truck and the loading bays.  Sound like a plan?  You're the ninja, Ratatouille here can get through small holes, Volt can meddle with security cameras and stuff.  That makes a solid stealth team.  I'm good at being noisy, so I'll be the noisy one."
    She breaks into a grin.  "And if you guys find something that requires the thunder, get thundering and when I hear you I'll join in from the front and we'll have them in a pincer.  What do you guys think?  Robin, plan?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Damian allows Beast Boy to climb upon his shoulder, if only because he was amused.  "What the hell is a Scabbers?" he asks, breaking off a piece of the Wayne Enterprises military field ration bar prototype and holding it to Beast Boy.  "Proteins and essential amino acids to satiate hunger and carbohydrates for rapid energy.  It is what we have," he says.  The bar… lacked flavor, but wasn't horrendous, just not as satisfying as normal food.
    "Stardust's plan is sound, even if they try and fight her, they will have a hard time trying to do damage," Robin comments, then back to the others.  "Volt, Beast Boy, we will handle the cargo.  Get in undetected and inspect those crates.  If you are detected, we bring the rain."

Beast Boy has posed:
    "It's from a book, that later became a movie, and… you know how it is.  Ooh, thanks!"  Beast Boy was perhaps not expecting Robin to put up with this, but sometimes surprises happen.  He's even being fed!  "Om nom nom!"  This is what he says as he scarfs down the bit of food.  It's edible, which is something that can be said for it.  "You do realize who you're giving this rapid energy stuff to, I hope," he adds before shifting gears into a… well, a robin.
    This allows him the chance to look like he's saluting with a wing before he hops off and maintains a level position with them as the boat gets closer.  "Roger that.  If I get spotted, I'll call out 'Help!  I've been spotted!'  That way you'll know.  By the way, as far as inflatables go, would you call this a schooner or a sailboat?"  He looks toward Colette and Drake or Volt or whatever his codename is—Gar's still trying to remember some stuff with the newbies—and he flies off from there, toward the roof of the building.

Volt has posed:
    Volt watches the green rat with some amusement, but refocuses on Stardust when she speaks.  "If we're talking cameras, anyone watching the monitors are gonna notice the blackout.  If that happens, you've probably got a minute at best before word spreads.  Likely less.  Gotta keep heads down and eyes up until whoever's monitoring things is down'n out."
    He leans back a little to look up at the newly-made robin-beast and blinks.  "Unless you feel like being something small and sneaky and finding the person directly?"  It's all speculation yet, without having had a chance to see what they're working with.  If there's an alarm system, if the locks are digital, if there are dome cameras… there are several ways it could go!  It all depends on how techy and well-funded/paranoid this gang is.

Stardust has posed:
    Stardust watches Damian's food offering with a wrinkled nose.  She's tried those bars before.  They're not tasty.  On the other hand, what does a green rat eat?  She's got a chocolate bar in her backpack which she could offer, but there's no reason to let anyone know about that now, is there?  "It's good for you, Gar.  All the nutrients a growing rat… bird needs.  Ratbirds need plenty of vitamins, everyone knows that."
    "Okay," Stardust says as she stretches her arms wide and starts limbering up.  "Good point, Volt.  I'll try to tie it in with my story.  Do what you can before you disable anything, but when it comes to that point, see if you can do it in a sequence like someone is going from one to the other.  That way I can blame it on Firefly and tell them they're in big trouble unless I save them.  I'll get in position and wait on you guys.  When you guys are ready for the distraction to start… Robin, throw a phosphor grenade over my sector, yeah?  A splash of fire will add to my story and I'll take that as my signal to go in."  She picks up her backpack from the bottom of the boat and slings it over her shoulder.  "Good luck guys!" she says with a grin, and zips up into the dark sky.
    The boat—nothing so fancy as a schooner or sailboat, more of a dinghy—drifts to a gentle halt at the edge of the dock, about fifty feet north of the warehouse, and close to a convenient rusty 'no mooring' sign that can be used to moor it.  From where the boat has stopped, the goods yard entrance is just in view—one guard can be made out leaning against a corner of the gate, but the other is out of sight from here.  They are not visibly armed.
    From Gar's bird's eye view, he can see that the top of the yard wall is spiked, and there are paired security cameras on each, one pointing out and the other in.  Within the yard are three more men, sitting on crates and playing cards under one of the two spotlights that illuminate the yard.  They have guns, but they are lying on the ground by them as they concentrate on their hands.  Within the yard are half a dozen small trucks.  The loading bay doors are half open and the space inside unlit, but Gar can make out that there are at least one or two more inside.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    "You have done your homework, Stardust," Robin compliments as he holds up a small round grenade.  "Not a usual load out for a Robin, but it is for me."  Damian had many gadgets that were considerably more combat specialized, rather than his brother Robins.
    Once the dinghy is ironically moored, Robin hops out of the inflatable and checks his gear.  Every single object that can open does on his suit, the right gauntlet PEPS launcher, the compartments in his boots with razor sharp birdarangs, his utility belt was checked as well.  "Volt, on my six," Damian directs, making his way to the warehouse.  <<Beast Boy, report.>>
    "Volt, when we get confirmation of the situation, we will start the distraction, hopefully we can also take out the feed with you."  As the two make their way, random places are stopped at, a trash can, a wall in an alley, and the like.  Six places in total are wired with incendiary charges, all linked to Robin's gauntlet computer.  <<Pyros are in place.>>

Beast Boy has posed:
    Beast Boy flies off, but not before chuckling to himself.  "Loadout… heh heh."  One of the cameras is spotted and, under the guise of simply flying around, he swoops and dives, gauging his trajectory, and after catching a draft back up, anyone looking in on the camera feeds will find one not so… clean any longer.  "Boom goes the dynamite!" the green robin chirps, reporting back, <<Walls are spiked.  One camera is bombed.  You're welcome.>>
    He reaches the top of the warehouse, landing softly as the rat again before suddenly changing his mind.  What is another cat doing up here, of all places?  He takes on the form of a cheetah and speaks to it in a hiss that is so threatening that the poor feline yowls and scrams.  This is Gar's rooftop!  <<Someone was being a little catty, but there are a few people playing cards, guns nearby.  A bunch of trucks, nothing too big, and more inside.  I'm on the roof.  Everything is purrfect so far>>

Volt has posed:
    Volt hops off the dinghy in tandem; Captain Custodian, away!  He pauses briefly when he's told to be on someone's 'six'.  He's heard that plenty, but it's new terminology to be put in practice.  Thankfully, he's absorbed enough through cultural osmosis to have an idea of what that means.  He moves behind Robin.  Good to go!
    The collar of his jumpsuit is adjusted and he scans the surroundings as they move, his steps light and quiet, but natural.
    Guard out front.  Looks unarmed, but he doesn't buy it.  That's for the sake of passing civilians and police.
    When they come to a halt, Volt frowns invisibly up along the wall.  He has to be able to reach a device to drain it, and here he is grounded like a jerk.  He pauses at the information he's given, and turns a slow look to Robin.  "Did he really just…?" he trails.
    A quick shake of his head.
    <<Cameras are too high to reach.  Can take'em out mostly quietly, but it won't look natural.  So keep out of angle until I chip 'em.  Otherwise, good to get going.>>

Stardust has posed:
    A few moments after Beast Boy's 'bombs away', the silence is pierced by the faint crackle of a radio.  The two guards exchange a few whispered words, then one comes walking around the wall to the corner below the camera—not far from where Damian and Drake stand prepared.  He shines a flashlight up at the camera, then speaks into his radio.  "Looks loik some feckin' bord did its business all down it.  Yeah, dat's roight.  His business.  Roight on the lens, the dorty fecker.  Oh yeah?  You want me to do dat with de feckin' mop I keep in me pocket do yez?  Tell yer man te send down a… what the FECK?"
    This last colorful expostulation comes as the second of Robin's charges blows.  The first, now just out of view, doesn't seem to have drawn much attention, but this one is quite visible to both the guard examining the camera and the one still on the door.  They both turn to stare at the fire spreading down a wall.  Four more charges burst into brilliant scarlet flame in quick succession.
    From his vantage point, Gar sees the three guards in the yard look up from their cards, gather their guns and move together to the rear door.  One hammers on it to call out to the guards beyond, "What was dat?  Y'all alroight out there?"
    As yet there is no coherent response.  The gangsters are wary but have no idea what's going on.  If Volt wanted to get closer to the cameras, the nearest one with the ahem 'fouled' lens would be a good bet, though there is a guard standing just below it.
    "Hold on," calls out one of the other guards inside the yard.  He listens to his radio a moment and then says, "Sounds loik somethin's happening out front.  You twos keep your eyes peeled out there.  Barry, come with me, let's see what's happening."  With that two of the guards duck their heads under the half-open loading bay door and enter the building, leaving just one guard waiting in the yard."

Beast Boy has posed:
    Looking down from his point of view, Beast Boy chuckles and returns to his more normal human form, if only for a few moments.  <<Looks like they're running around like chickens with their heads cut off.  Chaos and insanity all around, not to mention accents thicker than the last milkshake I had.  I'm gonna go have a sniff around.>>
    Of course, he'll still have to do it carefully, since any sort of green animal is very much not normal for most people to lay eyes on.  Once he's back on the same level as the rest of them, he trots over to the trucks in the dark first, just a normal German Shepherd with his nose turned toward the vehicles.  Normal except for, well, you know.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    "He took a shit on the camera, yeah," Robin confirms to Drake before standing at the ready.  Setting off the charges one by one, a trail leading up to their area.
    Robin's hand reaches to a pouch on his utility belt, and he palms that phosphor grenade, two of them actually.  The pin is pulled with his teeth, because why not.  And thrown in the direction of Colette, another follows a little later, enough to give the cover of Firefly having decided to prey upon this… cozy little hamlet of New York.
    Robin motions to Drake, pointing the way he wants the rookie to go.  Meanwhile, the PEPS launcher is armed, a small barrel extending from Robin's gauntlet.  As he turns the corner, the ball of electricity launches to the guard, the effect is the same as a taser, only without the wires.  The… 'disabled' camera is left alone for now, but Robin does provide a boost for Drake to get closer if he wishes.

Volt has posed:
    Volt can follow a lead easily enough, but there won't be anything subtle about flailing towards a crappy camera with a guard right by it.  And in the end, things have already gone nutty.  This won't look natural any way that it's spun.  Besides, if the security monitor believes something violent happened to the camera, it follows the narrative.
    Volt waits for Robin to set up the proverbial alley-oop by taking out the guard, and immediately follows suit with his means of eliminating the camera.  But that means is an as-yet undemonstrated application of his power, and one not requiring a boost.  He simply places a hand against the wall upon which the camera is perched, and though the wall itself may not be conductive to electricity, tendrils of ionic energy race along its surface to gently (read: fatally) tingle the surveillance equipment.  There may be an errant spark.  There may be nothing at all.  But the electronics are fried, and the screen will short out in an instant.
    Volt moves ahead, keeping his frame low and scanning for eyes along the way—both of the mechanical and organic variety.  But he doesn't swing himself out into the next area reported to have a camera yet.  He won't make that move until Robin gives the clear, allowing him to repeat the effortless long-range wall-crawling sizzle while confident Robin takes out the lingering guard.  Thus keeping things looking nice and natural.  Well, nice and unclear for the security monitor, anyway.

Stardust has posed:
    Gar's selection of animals has a major upside: his nose.  The Goodest Boy Gar pads around the trucks, sniffing, and his ultra fine senses can determine three facts.  One, the trucks all contain fabric.  Old, used fabric, with a lot of detergent smell and an underlying scent of sweat.  Smells a bit like a thrift store.  Old clothes?  Why would a gang be filling trucks with old clothes?  But then the mighty green nose detects something else in there, a very faint scent of something chemical, a mixture of metallic and floral notes.  Drugs?  Yes… no question.  Perhaps wrapped carefully in plastic and then stashed inside a pile of old clothes?  That makes sense of what his nose is telling him.  Except… wait.  There's something else.  Another, even fainter chemical smell below that.  Barely on the edge of perception even for his sharp senses, something acidic and bitter, something that makes him feel distinctly uneasy.
    Gar's selection of animals has a major downside: other noses.  A barking starts up from inside the building, and Gar knows at once he's been made.  That's the sound of a dog suddenly aware of another dog in his territory.  The barking of one dog is soon joined by another, and a third.  A human voice is raised in reply, trying to shut the animals up—but how long before they decide to let the guard dogs investigate what they've smelled?
    The guard by the camera is slammed into the wall by the plasma discharge of the PEPS, and he falls to the ground, his lips pulled back into a rictus grin and his hands clutching spasmodically as the stun charge wreaks havoc with his nervous system.  Volt quickly takes out the camera above, now leaving one corner of the yard free from video coverage.  There's no immediate reaction from inside to the camera blackout—presumably the distraction is working so far.
    There's the faintest of vibrations from people's T-Coms as a message flashes there—or in Robin's case projected directly on his lenses—from Stardust.  'sthng wrng too confdnt.  wtch out.'

Beast Boy has posed:
    "Hey, uh, guys?" the green Gardog says over the comms.  "It definitely smells illegal in here, if you know what I mean.  There's a lot of old clothes smell, sort of like your grandparents keeping their stuff with mothballs but not exactly.  If you took an authentic Elvis jumpsuit from the 70s that was hanging up in a museum for a long time, you might be closer.  And, um, chemicals.  Definitely chemicals.  Enough to run a pretty successful shop in some post-apocalyptic wasteland.  And suddenly I'm not feeling so great.  Ugh…."
    So many words, and then he's backing away before the barking registers.  "…and we've got dogs because of course we've got dogs.  Guess I'll have to show them who's top dog around here.  You know what they say.  If you can't run with the big dog, stay on the porch."  'Big dog' in this case would mean a mastiff.  If he doesn't just beat the other dogs down, he could slime them into submission.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    It is dark, and it is quiet, which is all well and good from Kían's perspective as it means no one has noticed the ground team's eye in the sky.
    It's also about as boring as watching mud dry.  No, that's not right—sometimes there are interesting patterns in the muddy water.  But not so boring that he'd rather be inside, without an opening to the sky to get to.
    Speaking quite softly, he radios down that Stardust has entered the building, where to expect her from, and please don't stab her, she's on our side.
    He spirals down lower; the dark is on his side, and the fact that why should anyone expect to have to look for a small birdman flying overhead?

Volt has posed:
    In order to let Robin focus on advancing ahead, Volt opts to be a bit more proactive.  Rounding into the yard, most likely to the surprise of the guard standing present, he immediately sets a hand against the wall and raises the other arm to the guard.  Both deliver an electrical discharge in very different ways; from the outstretched hand, a simple but powerful bolt of lightning meant to overwhelm the nervous system and render the man unconscious.  From the other, electricity webs over the flat surface of the wall to encapsulate the active camera in a flash, frying its circuitry.
    Sequentially, the latter happens half a second before the former.  Let whoever's watching the camera only see a startled look on the guard's face before the feed suddenly dies.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Damian hears Kian's voice on the comms, and lets out a >tt< from his tongue.  It was no secret that Damian did not like the space hippie.  And the stabbing comment only gets a more terse response from Robin.  <<Only two people on the team I would want to stab.>>
    Robin sneaks under the rolling door, making it inside the warehouse in order to inspect the goods inside.

Stardust has posed:
    At first glance, the warehouse space is less interesting than the vans loaded up outside.  Another half dozen vans are parked inside the large space along one wall.  There are three metal shipping crates occupying a large portion of the space.  A rectangular area in the middle of the floor is obviously a goods elevator connecting to a cellar space below, with the elevator controls mounted on a pillar next to it.  An open door leads out into the front of the building.  A raised walkway runs around three sides of the space with staircases to the left and right, and several doors running off the walkway, which are closed.
    From his vantage point in the air, Kian sees lights go on to one side of the building, and a couple of people leaving from there, quickly crossing the road and entering another building across the road.
    There's a delay of about fifteen seconds between Volt killing the remaining cameras and an alarm going off inside the building.  Before the alarm has gone off, Gar's sensitive ears hear the sound of paws on concrete.  The dogs have been released and are heading that way.  They're inside.  So is Robin.  Mastiff Gar is going to have to run to get the chance to show the guard dog's who'd top dog before Robin's going to be forced to try.
    Robin hears raised voices before he hears the alarms going off.  He hears snarling and scrabbling paws a moment later.  Three large and powerful dogs burst through the open door way in a frenzy, and rush straight at him!

Beast Boy has posed:
    Sometimes… sometimes just being a bigger dog isn't enough.  It's not that Gar doesn't think Robin can take care of himself—after all he's Robin even if he's like the thousandth version or something—but it's a matter of teamwork.  As the dogs tear into the area, he lets out a bark of warning but it doesn't even seem to distract them from trying to get at the Boy Wonder (does that nickname carry over, too?).
    "Okay, I'm not monkeying around here," Beast Boy says, as a sizable ape lumbers into the room to bat one of the dogs aside.  "Robbo, when we're all done here, I'm going to go dance in the pool like a maniac."

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Okay, that's more interesting.  "Some people have left this building for one across the street," Kían radios down, flitting over to that building's roof.  He lands near some rooftop electrical equipment—no idea if it's HVAC, power, or what, Kían still can't read, but it's big, metal, and it hums.  "I think I can damage this building's power," he offers.  "If that's allowed."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Damian has moments as the dogs that's running towards him.  He watches the snarling dogs in approach and he outright refuses to hurt them.  He's been around the block with dogs to know it was a matter of asserting himself like an alpha.  He gets down on his knees and snarls right back at them.  His bark was loud, but he was trying to be one of them.
    Robin does take out the rest of the nutrition bar, an offering to the dogs.

Volt has posed:
    Volt takes only long enough to ensure the guard is down and no weapons will be firing on them.  To wit, he quickly approaches to kick the firearm away from the guard.  Punt!  And the alarm is now going off.  If things are going according to plan, it'll be because they think Firefly is rampaging about.  Not because there's a veritable strike force infiltrating.  He doesn't have long enough to appreciate how cool that is.  It can be like cool whiplash later.
    Volt hears barking, lumbering, maybe even a yelp in the direction Robin went.  Backup may be needed!  Despite his baggy janitor-esque jumpsuit and ski mask, he heroically braces himself and tumbles in after the lead-
    He was not prepared for what he sees.
    There's a Granny Smith Gorilla batting a dog.  There's also Robin on his knees, barking back at dogs.  With a treat.  Volt's posture straightens, nonplussed, and though only his eyes can be seen with the mask, the 'wtf'ery is so obvious.
    "The Hell goin' on in here?"

Stardust has posed:
    It's rare to see Robin make a mistake.  He knows animals well, and he has the will and confidence to broadcast that alpha pose despite the growling and gnashing of fangs.  Very few people can.  Most will show that slightest doubt, that merest shred of uncertainty that a dog pack in attack mode will seize on.  The offering of food as well, showing that he'll answer aggression but not offer it, should have worked.
    But these are superbly well trained dogs.  Slavering fangs reach past the food, and go for Damian's throat.  A great green fist stops it.
    Being Robin means being prepared, and the intervention may not have been necessary, but gorillas move fast.  Being Robin means he learns from his mistakes, even if he was prepared for their eventuality; that fact of the superb training is obvious to him, as is the implication.  This is serious.  The Hennessy gang is rich and powerful in the New York underworld, and this is obviously an operation they consider this to be a very high priority mission.
    The equipment Kian has landed by is certainly connected to the power in some way—he can hear some kind of fan or compressor connected to it.  There are similar items on the roof of the Titans Tower, but nothing identical.  There are some markings in crazy Human Language written on it, but it's not something that has any meaning to the bird man.  A name perhaps?  Maybe it indicates which maintenance unit has responsibility for maintaining it?  Perhaps it acknowledges the designer who created it?  He can hear noises from inside the building—metal against metal—but cannot identify what causes them.
    The other two dogs pull up hard—startled by the arrival of the gorilla, their initial attack instinct is shaken and they stop to think, a bad idea for a guard dog.  Gar's behavior marks him as a threat, but Damian's marks him as boss dog, particularly when the previous boss dog just tried to attack him and is now fleeing into the yard, yelping in fear and pain.  One dog lowers his body and approaches Damian, tail wagging from side to side.  The other backs against the wall, tail between his legs, staring up at Gar and whining.
    There are two short buzzes on the T-Coms.  If Volt has been learning about the T-Com and has read the manual, he'll know that's a danger signal.  Not a come-rescue-me signal, but one that says there is an imminent threat.  Colette is letting them know, too late, that something's coming their way.  Or letting them know she's about to get into a fight and thinks she can handle it, one or the other.  The voices from the front of the building are raised, and amongst them can be heard Colette's, but it's too muffled to make out.

Beast Boy has posed:
    On some level it pains Beast Boy to have to smack a dog around, or any animal for that matter.  Dogs, especially, are so often the product of their environment, trained to be this or that.  In this case, trained to be killers.  Someone has to be bigger and stronger, and although Robin's idea is normally sound, in this case it takes the swat aside to keep the dog from getting at him.  Maybe Robin would have dealt with it himself.  Maybe not.
    "Sorry, Rover," he says in spite of his imposing gorilla form, one of the pack now starting to show submission to Damian, one to him.  Instead of swinging again, he just roars at it.  "Go on!  Get out of here!"  He'd really rather not have to hit one again.  <<Can we get this over with and just go home?  I don't really want to be here all of a sudden,>> he says, sounding torn, conflicted.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    "I don't know what you're dealing with over there," Kían says a little tightly, "but people have left that building for this one, and I need to know what I should be doing.  Unlike most of you, this is new to me, do you understand?"  The little birdman does not sound hostile or even angry, just frustrated and confused.  "I can try to de-power this building, or if my observations are not helpful, I can return to the base.  Some direction would be welcome."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Damian's eyes maintain coolness as the dog reaches toward him, only to be intercepted by Garilla.  His outward facade was collected, you had to maintain that confidence with dogs.  But inside, the dog had given him a fright, his heartbeat accelerated, and he had started to sweat, despite the cool weather.
    <<Either join the fight, or give us the situation up front!>> he calls out on comms, standing up and pointing to the ground near him.  "Heel."  He commands the submissive dog, he'd send him off soon, though with the double buzz from the T-com.
    "Volt, assess the cargo and fall back.  Beast Boy, tiger, now."  Robin starts to run the corridor towards the front to back up Stardust.

Volt has posed:
    Volt, still baffled by the display he'd just seen, is shaken out of it by the double buzz on the communicator.  As it happens, he has been studying.  Even with feeling uncertain about his place in the group, he wasn't much for wasting time or opportunities.  He knows what that means.  The order given by Robin gets a surprised look, though.  Fall back?  Really?
    There's an invisible frown beneath that ski mask.  But despite the hesitation, his hands raise in a mild shrug.  They don't know him.  They don't trust him.  He has to remind himself that.  So he does just that, moving wide to go back and check out the 'goods'.  There's a healthy dose of caution applied when it comes to cracking the containers, very aware that they could be trapped.  But beyond that, it'll come down to past hoodrat experience and street smarts to figure out what's going on here.  He knows how fences work.  He's familiar with decoy contents.  The thing left to chance is what exactly might be hidden amidst them, and if it's something he might actually recognize for what it is.  Drugs?  Weapons?  Bars o' gold?  We shall see!

Stardust has posed:
    The good news is that 'Rover' is more scared than hurt, and has fled to cower under one of the vans outside.  The second dog makes his way cautiously but with rather less panic to join him, tail wagging nervously.  The third is quite happy to take Robin's instructions, and comes smartly to his heel.  For a near panicking canine, precise and firmly spoken orders are just what the dogtor ordered.
    As Robin and Beast Boy enter the corridor, a noise ahead indicates someone else is arriving.  Voices, and an odd clanking and rumbling.  Hoving into view at the first bend is a tall wheeled metal barricade with a small reinforced glass viewing window in it, being maneuvered around the corner with some difficulty.  It's clearly not intended for indoor use, taking a corner involves some juggling backwards and forwards as it turns.  It looks like it will fill most of the corridor, allowing space for people to shoot around it while providing excellent cover for those shooters.
    The shipping containers have electronic locks—pretty sophisticated devices.  They don't stand a chance against Volt's powers.  The lock pops, but the door is surprisingly hard to swing open.  It's quickly apparent the reason for this is that the interior walls and door of the shipping container Drake picked have been lined with concrete.  As the door opens, Gar gets a strong scent of the same odd chemicals he was picking up from the trucks.  The thing that isn't a drug he recognizes.  Inside, Drake can see a lot of equipment, obviously for brewing up some kind of chemistry.  Drug lab?  He doesn't have the experience to tell what it is at first glance.
    Kian receives a response from Colette on his T-Com, just the letter 'y', about the same time Damian's instructions come through.  The delay there has at least allowed one of the two gang enforcers inside to have finished whatever he's doing in there, because as the response comes through, he can see the first man leave the building at a run.  Kian can see the man's silhouette has changed, but in the dim light he'll need to use those light enhancing binoculars to get an idea of the gear the man has changed into.  It may take a moment for Kian to remember that it's surprising for a human to take off into the air, but that's exactly what the man does, with a faint but audible whine of power.  It's only a short hop though, enough to take him over the rear wall and drop into the yard behind the other Titans.
    It's possible that the power whine might have been just about audible to those inside even over the clanking of the moving barricade, if they were paying attention, but that's about the time that the gunfire starts up at the front of the building, loud reports echoing through the building interior.  It sounds like Stardust is in a firefight.
    If all that wasn't enough for the Titans to deal with, it's at that moment that the goods elevator in the floor of the warehouse comes to life, and starts descending into the bowels of the building, creating another potential entrance to the room for the Titans to pay attention to.  This is getting complicated.

Beast Boy has posed:
    Beast Boy gives Damian a brief look, beginning to say something.  "Robin, I'm not really a 'make demands' kind of person, but when it comes to my animal forms I… oh crap, that smell again!"  The ape covers his mouth and nose, quickly reverting back to normal-Gar, coughing a few times.  "Foul!"  He hunches over for a moment, collecting himself as he moves away from the heavier smells, quickly shaking his head.
    This brings them closer to the metal barricade, and the idea of the tiger falls by the wayside.  No, it's time to go smaller.  "Excuse me.  I'm gonna go be a fly in the wall for a second."  Literally, as he buzzes off, suddenly not really visible at all to anyone trying to set up to cause more trouble for them.  It makes it a piece of cake to get through a minimal gap, at which point he gets a good idea of what's about to happen if the plan-to-be is put in place.  An idea strikes, and he reappears as a honey badger, biting and clawing at whatever's around.  "Honey badger don't give a…!"

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    There's an acidity to Kían's voice that probably hasn't been heard before.  "I've given you all the information I have, Robin.  If you are incapable of answering a perfectly reasonable and straightforward question, then clear communications for someone who has something useful to say.  That was day one, lesson one at Imperial Emergency Services."  He sounds utterly disdainful.  And very much like he wishes he knew how to swear in English.
    He drops into a fairly tight spiral around the building; only one person left the building although multiple entered, and he wants to know what the others are doing, if he can spot them.  "Oh, and if you care to listen, of those that came over here, one is coming back in what I think is an exosuit.  At the very least it gives him short bursts of jet powered flight; I can't tell what other abilities might be involved, but he's already cleared the back wall and is headed your way.  And I'm sorry, Stardust, your message was unclear."
    He does reach out with his power to try to drain whatever power source the powered armor—or whatever it is—has.  It can't hurt to try.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Damian continues to run the corridor, making a >tt< out of frustration as Beast Boy does his thing.  Robin just makes his way to Colette.
    It was about that time that Damian saw the rig rolling down the corridor.  "Fuuuuuuu-" He adds, turning around to get out of the line of fire.  <<Volt, they have some heavy metal.  Be aware.>>  Damian starts to grab at his belt, trying to decide on what to throw at it.  He removes a set of grenade batarangs, setting them for proximity.  Turning the corner again and throwing them at the walls and ceiling.  Hopefully that buys them some time.

Volt has posed:
    A sophisticated electronic lock!  …zap.  One of these days, he's gonna have to sort out some way to hack those.  Less chance of tripping an alarm, less chance of tripping a tamper-protocol that engages some absurd manual lockdown.  That would be the worst.  And at first, Volt thinks that maybe he's done just that with how heavy the lid seems to be.  But he swings it open, rummages, and finds… uh.  Huh.  This doesn't look like the equipment for a meth lab, but that's the closest he can figure.  He starts to call it in—
    There's suddenly a lot of chatter on the comm.  Volt recoils a little, brow knit.  They're fighting?  He processes everything he can as fast as he can, but suddenly, the lift starts moving.  "Inside the cargo, there looks to be like a chemistry set or something.  Someone should get a look at it.  And, uh…."  He pauses to glance at the lift.  "…we're gonna have more company here soon.  I could come to you and see what I could do, or brace for incoming here.  What's the call?," asks Volt.
    He isn't about to just wait while a decision is reached, however.  The default is to bunker down and prepare a counter for whatever comes.  So Volt abandons the cargo and quickly maneuvers behind a van, positioning himself in such a way that he can hopefully see every entrance from cover.  Or as much as he can from cover.  The biggest point is to get out of the open.

Stardust has posed:
    FlyGar is able to pass the barricade with ease.  Behind it are three gang members, two with guns holstered as they manhandle the barricade, the third with an assault rifle loosely slung, and some kind of grenade in his hand.  As the barricade finally makes it around the corner, he raises his hand to pull the pin and throw, when?
    HONEY BADGER!
    "Aaaaah!  Feck feck feck!"  The would-be grenade thrower hops away in agony, hands clutching at the tear in the seat of his pants.  The other two go for their guns, tricky in the tight space, and trickier still while being thoroughly badgered.
    Kian swoops down into the yard in pursuit of knock-off Iron Man.  He finds his target kneeling down to reach under the the half-closed roll down door.  The bird man reaches out with his rhy'thar and taps into the current flowing from the suit's fuel cells, just as a pair of rockets fire from the suit's shoulders, flying wildly into the interior of the warehouse space where the Titans are!
    Gar has the two of the men behind the barricade on the run and is badgering the third into a corner when Robin's batarangs round the barricade.  One, planted further down the corridor, goes off almost immediately as reinforcements arrive, and are instantly blasted back into a stunned heap.  Two more find their marks on the walls by the barricade.  Gar is still a little close but has time to back away down the corridor and out of range before they go off, knocking the barricade forwards to crash down onto the floor and open a path through the corridor.
    Volt gets behind a truck at just the right moment.  One rocket roars under the door in a sputter of flame and bursts against the far wall harmlessly.  The second shoots through the open door of the cargo container he had been investigating.  There's a loud bang as it explodes, but the explosion is well contained by the container.  About a second later there is a second, much more powerful explosion.  The walls of the container buckle but hold, most of the explosion directed out through the doorway.  This is unfortunate for the four men arriving through the goods elevator in the floor, who are blasted back by the explosion.  Two fall off the elevator and back into the depths below, the other two are knocked over.  The sound inside the warehouse room is horrendous, and leaves everyone's ears ringing.
    Kian's target stands with a pained whining of mechanical gears, and turns at a stagger.  With insufficient power coming through the circuits to power the servos, he has to fight against the suit that's supposed to be helping him out.  He takes a few staggering steps towards Kian, and raises one arm, pointing at the Akiár.  To his surprise, nothing happens.  Luckily for Kian, the arm-mounted Gatling cannon is electronically triggered.  Giving up on it, he puts on a burst of speed—slowed by the weight of the armor and stiffness of the joints, he's still going to attempt to engage Kian in hand to hand combat!
    From his vantage point, Volt can see what's happening outside in the yard, with his team-mate and fellow electrokinetic alone against the advancing armored gangster.  Outside the building, unseen by all, another armored figure emerges from the building opposite, now also suited up, and heads for the front of the building.

Stardust has posed:
    Robin and Beast Boy race down the corridor towards the front of the building with no more interruptions—it seems all the bad guys are now engaged.  The sounds of gunfire ahead lead them into the rear of a large lobby area, which is now a total mess.  Furniture in one corner of the room is ablaze, there are desks and chairs smashed and scattered all over the floor.  Several tables have been upturned and a half dozen gangsters are using them as cover as they fire wildly in Stardust's direction, their backs beautifully exposed to the oncoming Titans.  Another three men are scattered around the room in different locations, taking pot-shots in her direction.  She has her back to the general oncoming fire, hunched over and apparently trying to shield the gangster who she's holding around the neck from being hit by his own men.  The walls are filled with bullet holes, and there are several more gangsters lying on the floor unmoving.
    Being bullet proof is great in a situation like this, but it's clear that the sheer volume of fire heading her way, and her concern in trying not to get too many people killed is giving her some problems.

Beast Boy has posed:
    <<Guys.  Stop bickering.  We've almost got this.  Stay focused.>>  Did Beast Boy just say that?  Whatever the case, he does not linger with the people at the barricade, especially with Robin having tossed a few things in there to help out.  He opts to go with the cheetah until he's far enough ahead that the scene with Stardust is laid out before them.
    It's time to go big or go home, or maybe go big then go home.  With a loud roar, a sizable green T-Rex stomps into the area, and for a moment he reaches out to grab at one of the gunmen only to, predictably come up short.  Well short.  "Stardust!  Robin!  A little hand, here?  I mean, I know I have little hands.  Arms too, but… aw, forget it."  He lowers his head and simply barrels into the closest one, like a giant bowling ball.

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kían is no fool: hand to hand combat is emphatically not his forte, and he's instantly airborne and well out of reach… and doubling down on his effort to draw down the suit's power, his blue aura starting to show.  If he can completely kill the power cells and reduce the suit of armor to a personal prison, so much the better.
    Electricity is easy; he's pretty sure he can.
    But in case he can't, he radios down, "I have the armored one's attention, and have him well slowed and nearly stopped.  If anyone would care to knock him over, I think he won't present a challenge.  And I would like to get back to the other building to see what his compatriots are up to, as it might be important.  Especially if they have more outfits like this."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Once the path is clear, Robin approaches with haste.  <<Volt, I will gather a sample, after this.  Hunker down for now, engage if needed, but do NOT bite off more than you can chew.>>
    Once Robin can, he shoots a grapple and swings into action.  His unoccupied hand grabs batarangs and throws as he swings, blunted, but heavy enough to incapacitate.  He can only chip away at their numbers though.

Volt has posed:
    Volt is trying to keep up with the unfolding situation, as it's happening on various fronts.  But fortunately, he can kind of—kind of—see what's going on.  The metal thing mentioned before has been dealt with, he thinks.  But he doesn't have time to linger on it, because the first thing running through his mind is: 'Aaack!'
    He'd never seen rockets in practical use before.  That's a trip!  And his instincts serve him pretty well, in keeping low and covered.  The reverberations from the blasts remain pretty intense, however.  Jaw firmed, teeth gritting, the mutant pushes to his full height to reassess the aftermath.
    Kian appears to be retreating after doing a thing.  He wants him pushed over, right?  That means hit?  He raises a hand, ready to stretch his power—only to catch from the corner of his eyes the lift that's just arrived.  It takes some off-balance leaning to see the two men, evidently dazed, but armed.  He can't take them both.  Kian sounded confident.  These two guys could flank the forward team.
    "Doing cleanup.  Keep yourself safe, Kian."
    Volt wheels around the corner of the vehicle and levels an arm at the dazed gangsters.  A tight bolt of brilliant blue electricity instantly arcs from his palm to the closest target, and immediately lances onto the second, sustained only for a second to dole out its incapacitating damage before the current is cut off.

Stardust has posed:
    How does a T-Rex scratch an itch?  It's one of the great mysteries of paleontology, and even Gar's practical experience hasn't provided a certain answer.  Of course if your itch is to cause chaos, then general stomping and roaring is certainly a strong point of the T-Rex's form.  Gar's arrival causes instant chaos.  His immediate target is knocked into the table barricade, and through as the table itself is knocked over.  The rest of the gangsters at flee over their own upturned tables to get away, making easy pickings for Robin's flung batarangs.
    In the yard, despite Kian's efforts, knock-off Iron Man #1 continues his approach.  His fuel cells may be providing no power, but the joints aren't locking, just providing some additional resistance.  When Kian unfolds his wings and gets some height, the man attempts to follow—his thrusters are liquid fueled and apparently have a separate source of ignition, and are unaffected by the energy drain.  Steering, not so much.  The man's launch upwards is barely controlled, but he barrels towards Kian at speed!
    Back in the lobby, Robin grapple-swings over the heads of the scrambling gangsters, taking out three with batarangs as he goes.  With the gunfire momentarily subsiding, Stardust takes the opportunity to hurl the gangster who she'd been shielding aside, and launches herself through the air at the nearest of the three men who scattered around the room, using herself as a human canon ball to smash into the leather chair he's using as cover, crushing him against the wall.  She's quickly on her feet and lands by Robin, back-to-back with him.  One of the surviving men runs past Gar and out into the corridor beyond, and two more flee for the front door.  The rest are thrown into chaos, trying to close in on Robin and Stardust, or flee from the rampaging Tyrannosaur, or both.
    In the warehouse space, Volt's lightning jumps from one gangster to the other, and lays them out in short order.  The floor lift continues to rise until it has closed off the hole where the other two had fallen—whether there are any more down there, and the state of the two fallen men is unknown, but at least there will be a clear warning before anyone else comes that way.  His ears are still ringing painfully, but he's now free to either head out and support Kian, or follow the others in towards the front of the building.
    Back in the lobby Stardust, Robin and Beast Boy are rapidly thinning down the numbers opposing them.  The two trying to escape from the front yank the door open, only to find knock-off Iron Man #2 standing in the doorway.  He raises his arm-mounted gatling past them and aims at the rampaging T-Rex!

Beast Boy has posed:
    Beast Boy attempts to trip up one of the fleeing gunmen, but he's a bit too slow in swinging that large tail round.  It could have sent him through a wall if it actually connected, which probably wouldn't have been good.  "Is it time to bust out of here yet?" he asks as the door is opened, only to get a good look at the weapon suddenly trained on him.
    Dinosaurs never really had to deal with that.  It's probably not how they went extinct Best not to find out just how tough a T-Rex hide is.  "Aw, rats!"  Rather, rat.  It's back to that again, and he scampers in the direction of Robin and Stardust.  "You want to do something about that guy, guys?"

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kían is a little surprised that armored guy can take to the air at all—he assumed an electric ignition rather than much more dangerous hypergolic systems.  Even so, avoiding such an aerial lumbering oaf is not a challenge; Kían doesn't even have to spare any thought for flitting to one side so he can watch an armor-clad earthworm zoom by under minimal control.  "Missed," he says indifferently, and follows along because this person might need rescuing once his power fails and gravity notices him.  And of course Kían maintains the drain on the armor's power cells.  It simply wouldn't do to have him regain any control.  "Sorry, he's in the air now so probably knocking him down is too late.  Barring the unexpected, I think I have him under control.  More control than he has over himself," he remarks, watching the armored guy follow a more or less straight line… or more likely a parabolic arc.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Beast Boy's comments were measured, and a light chuckle comes from the teen.  He will have words with Kian later.
    For now, Damian stands fast back to back with Stardust, whilst the first fleeing gangster makes towards the two, Robin nudges Colette before smirking at her.  Before splitting off from Stardust, Damian balls up his left fist, joining with Colette's right, directly to the man in glorious team fashion.
    Once their first target is taken care of, Damian moves off from Colette, turning into a whirling dervish of fists and kicks.  <<Yes, please,>> Damian comments, before his white eyelets widen and see the knockoff Iron Man.  <<Stardust, over-and-under!>> he calls out, running to flank the distracted exoskeleton, using the batclaw to drag a desk to make for a hurdle to topple the Aluminum Man with a mighty kick (tm)!

Volt has posed:
    And that's that, thinks Volt.  His hands pat together unnecessarily, as if dusting.  The matter of what might be down there intrigues him, but… well, the top level has to be secure first.  There won't be any amount of going down below without being noticed, if there's anyone lying in wait.  So going solo might be dumb.  Besides, he might also get yelled at.  He's trying to play it cautious here.
    Decision time.  Move up to the front and leave Kian with the situation?  Or check in on Kian anyway?  Volt makes a choice, and hopefully it won't have Telltale Games-esque consequences later.
    Volt moves, not towards the front, but to the side to get a better angle on what's going on with Kian.  They're aerial jousting, it looks like.  But it seems almost lazy for Kian.  Problem is, any errant gangster on the ground who happens to be armed might take that as a wide open shot while he's focused on goaltending the jetpack guy.  That's too risky.  Volt angles himself along the side of his previous four(-ish)-wheeled cover and angles out his left arm.
    "Kian.  Dip low.  Bring him closer to the ground."
    And should the suggestion be taken, Volt prepares to fire a blast of electricity from his flanking position onto his target to hopefully end the cat-and-mouse game.

Stardust has posed:
    Beast Boy's wildly swinging tail misses its target, but in this relatively enclosed space (at least if you're T-rex sized), it's hard not to hit something.  The rest of the barricade goes flying across the floor, and there's now very little cover left for the remaining gangsters.  Another one takes the opportunity to leave the scene at speed, fleeing through the rear door towards the warehouse space, where one had previously fled.
    Outside, Kian weaves neatly out of the way of the Knock-Off #1.  His flight is indeed more parabolic than anything else, but if the suit is not something that should be worrying Tony Stark any time soon on a technological basis, the pilot has at least clearly had some training.  He waits his moment before pulsing the rockets to come in for a second pass.  He probably thinks he's doing well.  To a flyer less able than Kian, this might appear to be the case.  Kian's a true expert flyer though—back on his homeworld he competed at a near professional level in a sport that was not a million miles way from this kind of aerial tag, and against people far more maneuverable than this clumsy rocket man.  This is becoming decidedly fun.
    The Gatling gun doesn't have time to spin up before T-Rex becomes T-Rat.  Knock-off Iron Man #2 is so surprised by the apparent disappearance of his target that he momentarily lowers his gun arm.  Stardust darts in to follow Damian's suggestion, fist swinging wide in a powerful arc.
    Powered servos grind and #2 slides back slightly, but his powered suit is evidently equal to the punch, and he does not go flying into the table.  He returns a punch, staggering her—it seems like they're pretty evenly matched for strength.  Stardust wheels to the side to dodge a second punch, and ducks under a third.  As she ducks she pivots around the center of her body, a move that would be impossible to someone who can't ignore gravity, and placing her palm on the floor she kicks upwards, lifting the the Iron Knockoff slightly off his feet.  Without the benefit of the ground purchase, he staggers back into the table Robin launched at him, and crashes face-first down to the ground at Robin's feet.
    Volt arrives outside to see that Kian seems quite safe from the enemy flyer.  Guns would indeed make this a very different story, though.  Volt picks his moment and unleashes a bolt of energy that arcs around the metalwork of the suit in a ripple of tiny lightnings.  Although the current runs through the outside of the suit and does little harm to the man inside, it triggers a sudden flailing of servos that sends him careening wildly off course and crashing into the wall.  He slides down in a heap on the floor, unmoving.
    Volt is followed into the yard by the two gangsters fleeing the chaos in the lobby, but they have no intention of engaging him or Kian.  The first either of the two knows of their arrival is the growl of an engine as one of the vans bursts to life and drives straight at the gate, attempting to crash through.

Beast Boy has posed:
    Gar stays as he is for now, waiting for things to start settling down before he gets any larger.  Bullets and Beast Boys don't go well together, especially when they aren't firing blanks on a movie set.  <<You got any way we can just cheese the rest of this fight and get back home?  I want to watch The Masked Singer.  I have a feeling I know who the werewolf is.>>

Kian t'Kaeh has posed:
    Kían winces.  "Ooo, I bet that hurt," says the voice of experience—there's no such thing as an Akiár who hasn't smacked into something in mid-air at least once in their lives.
    As he swoops downward, he notices the van, and reaches out to try to kill its electrical system, almost on reflex.
    He touches down near Volt, glowing slightly as the van sputters and coughs to a stop—Kían knows aught of spark plugs and alternators, but that doesn't matter.  Stop the flow of electricity, stop the vehicle.  "Would you please be ready in case anyone gets out of that thing and looks dangerous?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
    Robin's breathing is heavy, as the Iron Knockoff lies in front of him, he makes his last move.
    Robin's katana is removed, a flourish readies it, before the Boy Wonder bends down, grabbing at a braid of wires and putting the blade to it, one sharp pull severs the connection, locking the Iron Knockoff in his own suit.  <<Threats are neutralized,>> he lets out on the comms.  He sheathes the sword again, making it back to the warehouse to take samples of the chemistry set Drake had mentioned.  <<Pack it back in, I need the spectrum analyzer.>>
    Robin would of course take the fastest route to the rendezvous.

Volt has posed:
    Well, that was… that was less graceful than he'd hoped.  Volt was banking on a simple and unceremonious 'thud' to the ground.  A faceplant.  What he got was a rolly, tumbly crash.  He stares silently for a moment.  Dude's wearing an armor suit.  "He fine," he replies, in a somewhat Eric Cartman-esque blasé manner.  But he really means it.  He's pretty sure the dude's fine.  Well, not fine, but okay.
    Volt remains in position, however, where he has a clear bead on the escapees, and if they do anything other than exit with their hands up.  Lightning quick response at the ready.  Get it?
    "Yeah, but no.  There's something underground, too," Volt notes in response to Robin's communication.  "Might be more of'em down there.  Might be something really important down there.  I've got eyes on the outside yard, if anyone wants to check it."

Stardust has posed:
    It's a pity the Iron Men have face-covering helmets on, it would have been interesting to see his face when Robin drew the sword.  The snip of wires both reassures #2, and makes him despair.  Lying on his back with servos locked, he might as well be a flipped turtle.  They've shot her enough times already to have no faith in their guns, and shoot off just a couple of wild shots as cover while they run.
    As Robin disables the knockoff, Stardust leaps off the ground and flies low level straight at the last two men.  They attempt to flee, firing just a couple of wild shots at her to cover themselves.  They've shot her enough times already not to rely on it.  She catches up, grabs both by an arm each, yanks them backwards off balance hard, then knocks their heads together.
    Out in the yard, the van's engine coughs, splutters and gives up the ghost, and the van rolls anticlimactically into the gate, stopping with a crunch.  The two men get out quickly, but faced by Volt's crackling fingers, they surrender very quickly.
    The rest is clean-up.  There are a couple of dozen unconscious or injured men scattered around the building.  One dead, shot through the head by one of his own men.  The space below is full of machine tools, a well equipped laboratory, assorted storage space and two rather injured men who caught quite a lot of the blast and will need hospitalization.
    Stardust hands Kian and Volt a handful of metal zip-tie pipe wraps and shows them how to use them to bind hands and legs.  Some receive a little rudimentary first aid, and ambulances are called.  When they're done tending to and tying the wounded, Stardust claps a hand on the shoulders of Kian and Volt, grinning.  "Great work guys.  Gets confusing, doesn't it?  Particularly when you're not sure what the rest of the team is up to.  We should have a discussion about it all back at the tower.  We can go over the vid feeds and if you've got any questions about how it all went down, just ask."
    Meanwhile, Robin and Beast Boy are free to examine the cargo and gather evidence.  The loaded vans are filled with used, rather smelly clothing.  It doesn't take long to find the bricks of cocaine packed away deep inside the piles.  They have a strong hint of that smell that bothered Gar earlier.
    The remains of the container that was blown up during the action present something of a puzzle.  Robin's gear detects a lot of free nitroaromatics, indicating something like C4, RDX or Semtex.  Exactly what, and what the source were, will have to wait for full analysis.  This explains the secondary explosion.
    It's Robin who solves the mystery.  Cutting deeper into one of the bricks of cocaine, he finds it's surrounding a well constructed bomb.  "So, the load of used clothing to hide the drugs," Stardust says.  "And the drugs to hide the bombs.  That's a cheap camouflage used to camouflage an incredibly expensive camouflage.  Someone better check the sites in Gotham in case some of these have already been delivered."
    There's little more to do than exit the building, preferably before police turn up and try to convince the Titans to at least submit some damn paperwork.  Back to the tower, and some well-earned pizza.