10415/Two Heads Are Deadlier than One

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Two Heads Are Deadlier than One
Date of Scene: 13 December 2019
Location: The quiet Poconos-adjacent town of Fern Hollow, PA
Synopsis: Nyx and Doc Samson manage to overcome a reprogrammed Bi-Beast and, in the process, uncover a space that was once an AIM workshop/laboratory in a small Pennsylvania town.
Cast of Characters: Doc Samson, Nyx




Doc Samson has posed:
A call to the right "dry cleaners landline," using a particular set of code phrases, was intercepted and received by SHIELD communications monitors.

The situation? A potential gamma alert. Also something about Russia, but the details were unclear.

The place? A small town on the eastern side of the Poconos--Fern Hollow, PA.

The caller? Dr. Leonard Samson, a psychiatrist familiar with gamma radiation and its effects.

While the call couldn't be dismissed outright, neither did many resources get approved and allocated to investigate.

As the single quinjet soars toward the town, landing on its outskirts, some visible signs of unusual activity are apparent. For one thing, a building downtown appears to be on fire.

Nyx has posed:
The teenager that walks down the ramp from the quinjet looks back giving a half wave half salute to the pilot. "Thanks for handling taxi service.. I was able to read up easier on the town and this Samson guy... I am really not sure why a psychiatrist of his.. uh.. specialty is here but I'll go find out."

There is a pause "I'll call you and command if .. .oh hey a fire... on my way there... hang tight."

Samantha adjusts her black leather jacket against the winter cold and starts to trek quicklike into town. No reason to fly right now or have the quinjet give her an ariel drop... it isn't like this town if very big.

On the way there Nyx is patching into local emergency services and scanning various sensory bands. Mostly for gamma radiation spikes, because well that file yo.

Also for the record Sam looks like a troubled teenager not a duly authorized Agent of Shield.

Doc Samson has posed:
There's a square near the center of town, complete with a statue of what is most likely a founding father (nation? state? town?). That statue is shattered when someone flies through it. Wait--the way the person moves in the air suggests they're being thrown.

The thrown someone skids across the ground. Several moments pass before, very slowly, the figure begins to push itself to its feet. It's a large man with long green hair, dressed in a red and blue outfit, a bright yellow lightning bolt across the chest.

What threw him? A large hulking mass lumbers toward the square. It looks a monstrous furry simian with two clawed digits at the end of each limb. Even more disturbing is that it looks like it has two heads--one sitting atop the other, with streaks of red paint running down both faces. And strapped all about the simian are various pieces of unidentified technology, although they look old and clunky.

"Uuurrrgggghhhh," the green-haired man groans. He turns to glance at the monster approaching him, which picks up one of the larger bits of broken statue and hurls it at the man. The piece is batted away, soaring through the air before it lands on the roof of a parked car, collapsing the roof down into the cabin and causing the alarm to begin sounding. *BEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEP*

Nyx has posed:
Well Sam wishes she could say that isn't soemthing she sees everyday. To be fair.. it doesn't happen every day but people do get thrown through walls a lot and other objects in her line of work these days.

The teen doesn't run away from the fight in the square at the center of town though, instead she runs at a fast clip right towards it. "Geeze Doc.. your lucky there aren't many bystanders..." quips the young woman coming to a stop by the shrink and watching the monstrousity approaching.

"So.... what is this things deal and name... is it like dual chimp... TwiceApe... TechMonkey...." she trails off and then calls towards it "You're under arrest give up peacefully." then under her breath "He totally won't give up."

Doc Samson has posed:
Dodging another bit of statue flung at him, Doc Samson turns toward the sound of unexpected voice.

"What the--?!" he asks, surprised. "Didn't you get evacuated with everyone else?" He sighs, his nostrils flaring. "I'm going to have words with the sheriff when this is all over."

The giant creature charges at him, and Samson dives, turning himself into a human speedbump. The creature goes cartwheeling into the entrance of the town library.

"That ... is something called a Bi-Beast," Samson says. "Only it's different."

The creature re-emerges from the library and shouts something menacing in a language that sounds like Russian.

"It's an android, if you can believe it. And I think it's been reprogrammed. It's like some--some kind of K.G.Bi-Beast," Samson continues, before adding, "but enough--you need to haul butt out of here, kid! This is dangerous! I've got SHIELD coming to help, but until then, I'm all this town's got."

Nyx has posed:
"Woah.. you are way more durable than you look. Also that thing is not at all as agile as I would have imagined.. maybe it is the gear or the double heads..." she trails off watching it emerge from the library.

"Wait... so the town is evacuated... sweet." she lifts a hand turning pivoting on her foot and points it palm out ironman style ....

White energy cascades down her hand and then lances out ... the air sizzles around it as the very molocules are turned to white hot plasma before the particle beam slams into the Android K.G.Bi-Beast yelling in russian... it also doesn't just do a one laser pulse it .. lances and continues for a few seconds before she cuts it to see how the thing is fairing. Most things don't do well with their molocules being excited explosively.

"Agent Twining, I'm your SHIELD backup Doc." says the five four .. one hundred and five pound if soaking wet teen.

What the hell.

Doc Samson has posed:
The Bi-Beast's chest suddenly has a gash that separates it from one collar down to mid-pectoral, energy leaking out in crackling yellow and black emissions. The creature looks down and utters something else in Russian--the sentiment's at least clear, and it's not a very nice one.

"/You're/ my backup?" Samson asks incredulously. "I'm sorry. No offense meant--I know looks can be deceiving. But, uh, I was hoping for a bit more." He looks back at the K.G.Bi-Beast. "Although I'll admit that's pretty impressive."

The beast removes a piece of the outdated technology on its forearm and places it over the wound like a giant staple, crimping it into place to hold its chest together.

Then the beast dives for cover, and something that looks very much like a grenade is lobbed toward the two humans.

"Watch out!" Samson cries, running forward to kick the grenade down the street. Tiny limbs suddenly protrude from the grenade, and the explosive attaches itself to his foot.

Nyx has posed:
"Looks are very much deceiving..." she notes with wry amusement whne the grenade attaches to his foot... she at least sees great irony in the situation and can't help but smirk. I mean the guy went through a statue she isn't actually sure he is in any sort of danger after all at this point.

"Thanks though.. I have a lot of tricks... here hold still..." she isn't big but she is nimble, she ducks down and tries to grab for the adorable anthromorphized grenade and yank it off his foot with impressive force. .. Gosh she hopes he is more durable than the grenade is an after thought.. but speed is important right now.

Doc Samson has posed:
The grenade has a small LED counter that's down to 5 ... 4 ... 3 ...

Samson raises an eyebrow as the explosive is removed from his foot. "If you think you've got it," he says with a soft sigh, "then I'll leave you to it."

He launches himself forward, slamming shoulder-first into a nearby van. The K.G.Bi-Beast curses, rolling backwards as it's knocked away from its cover.

"Quickly--now's your chance!" he calls, pointing at the creature's chest--the wound that Nyx had created has become opened again, the field-riggest staple having been knocked loose.

Nyx has posed:
Teamwork. That is what this is. It actually feels kind of good as opposed to covert missions she can't talk about with anyone but the shrink back at base.

"Right" she launches herself forward, not really one for throwing baseballs or footballs even with the HUD tracking it for her.

Nope the teenager leaps right towards the K.G.Bi-Beast and shoves the grenade and her arm up to her elbow into the things chest right intime for it to blow up and throw her backwards into a car.

So many car alarms right now.

Doc Samson has posed:
As the grenade detonates, chunks of monster-themed android rain down all over the area.

Samson, keeping one hand over his eyes, reaches out to pick up a piece of half-melted metal.

"This looks like parts from an old VCR," he says in a loud voice, given the symphony of car alarms and the ringing in his own ears. "Or maybe an old video camera. Do you think someone might have decided to do some 'customization' work on one of these things?" The doctor looks to the SHIELD agent with a frown.

Down the block, the neon sign for Sergei's Discount Electronics and Repair flickers.

Nyx has posed:
Sam... well the SHIELD agent is over on her back where the explosion chucked her.

That leather jacket is pretty shredded but her arm isn't really.

Also she is giggling a bit. "That will never get old.... and for the record I have no idea where Bi-Beasts or K.G.Bi-Beasts actually come from.. I'm going to have to do some research for this after action report...." she sits up and looks over her arm and the jacket. "Worth it..." she notes amused then looks around.

Honestly Nyx spots it not Sam.

"Ummm.. maybe the Electronics shop down the street... I mean... I'm suspicious?"

Doc Samson has posed:
"Hmm," Samson says, rubbing his chin. "Yes, I suppose that would do it. Occam's razor and all." He drops the VCR part and moves to help Nyx stand up.

"Shall we investigate? Or is that something you want your SHIELD CSI team to deal with?" The doctor examines a nearby chunk of the double-head of the android. "I recall that the Bi-Beast was created by an alien race. But I'd just as soon believe that it was developed by someone who thought he was an alien."

Samson looks at Nyx. "I've gotten to know quite a few individuals who have some ... unique ... mental states and perspectives."

Nyx has posed:
Sam totally accepts the hand up from Doc Samson, and once up dusts off a bit "Man.. .my poor jacket.. still worth it..." she notes just a touch sad.

"Nyx says that nothing like that half baked android is in it's systems and all.. so it probably is just as likely developed by a guy in a repair shop named Sergie?" a shrug.

She is disturbingly chipper.

"Nah... the labcoats will just gather up all the debris and study it.. I mean unless we can bring one in without blowing it up... lets go see if there are more or a mad scientist?"

Doc Samson has posed:
With a shrug, Samson nods. "It's a possibility. I'd be willing to bet that he's not the /originator/ of the thing. Might have come into possession of it somehow--eBay? Craigslist? Leaked plans on the Internet?"

He nods again, more enthusiastically, as Nyx suggests investigating. "Let's go, then. And by the way," Samson adds, glancing over his shoulder as he strides toward the repair shop, "are you even legally /allowed/ to work for SHIELD? There must be some sort of child labor law being broken here..."

The electronics shop is definitely the source of the creature, as one of the side walls near the back has exploded outward, showing a messy work space that must have served as Bi-Beast tinkering HQ.

Nyx has posed:
"Man if they have plans for super strong killer androids on the regular net or kits on Ebay we have a serious problem on our hands..." there is a sigh from the punky teen as she walks along towards the shop.

"Excuse me.. I am nineteen." which is .. honestly way younger than SHIELD ever is known to recruit. Most agents are ex-CIA or NSA or ... some other Agency and have completed at least one degree and boot camp.

"Well I'm not seeing any Ebay listings.. or Lexnet.. or frankly there isn't anything coming up on the light and dark marketplaces for Bi-Beasts... just... god help us a lot of porn I didn't want to see..."

Sam pauses by the hole. "I think I found a clue..."

Doc Samson has posed:
"You know how it is," Samson says dismissively, waving a hand to punctuate his statement. "You can get just about /anything/ if you use the right language. I hear a lot about this from patients. Not," he adds quickly, "that I can divulge any more than that about them."

As Nyx nears the giant hole, Samson nods. "Yes, I think that's probably a clue." He pauses. "I don't mean to be so snide. My apologies. I've just had ... a long day filled with punch-happy brutes."

He takes a deep breath. "Any chance that you see anything about Roxxon's Roxxopedia? I understand there's a lot of under-the-radar bot communication with all manner of foreign entities in the talk pages..."

Nyx has posed:
It is notably the teen doesn't have a visor, or eyepiece, or sunglasses, or a fun out. She just seems to be multi-tasking. "Roxxon Roxxopedia... hmm... oh hey... tricky..."

Stepping through the hole Samantha looks around the busted up workshop. "So yeah ... looks like that mght be a lot of subtle comm chatter but not about these suckers... maybe there is an old fashioned clue... I mean I am sure home base can ruffle through the guys bank records and shipping orders but..."

She starts to pick through the chaos. "So you are actually a shrink and a super hero... man I am surprised they didn't call you in to talk to me when they brought me in.. so many consultants."

Doc Samson has posed:
"They might have," Samson says. "I get a lot of requests. I try to see as many people as I can, but nobody can be available for everyone."

He browses one of the less disturbed walls, a pegboard filled with electronics repair tools of various kinds, until his hand pauses on an item sitting atop a workbench.

"Do you know what this is?" Samson asks. "It definitely doesn't fit with all the rest of this."

It's a small bee smoker.

Nyx has posed:
"Well you missed a chance of being my shrink then.... I had a whole team." she doesn't seem all that disturbed talking about it. "Had to pass a lot of psyche tests to get on active duty."

Sam drops a piece of random electronics and steps over to the workbench and peers around you. "Okay... that.. well it looks like a bee smoker.. you know.. poof smoke.. bees are calmer and less likely to sting. .. I don't think Sergie was smoking the android though to keep it calm?"

Doc Samson has posed:
"Not /exactly/," Samson says. "I just have a suspicion ..."

He slowly, carefully, depresses the smoker's trigger.

Nothing happens.

"Huh," Samson says. "I guess I was wrong."

He grabs the smoker's handle and moves it--or, at least tries to. As the smoker twists on the workbench surface, part of the central work space floor recedes, revealing a basement below that, while not cutting-edge, is at least certainly more advanced than the store's overall aesthetic.

"No shit," Samson mutters under his breath. "How familiar are you with AIM?" he asks. "Advanced Idea Mechanics?"

Nyx has posed:
"Okay... one point for experience and age..."

"Lets see... They made the giant floating head dude right... I am.... mmm I would say marginally familiar and Nyx is absolutely thrilled we may be looting an AIM facility... honestly she needs to calm herself.. but yeah we are totally looting an AIM facility if that is the case..."

Sam peers down to the basement below and then just leaps down there. That is what superheroes do right. Leap down into danger. Not really being all that cautious.

Doc Samson has posed:
Pausing for just a moment, Samson exhales and drops down behind Nyx.

The secret workshop is mostly empty, although it's not immediately clear how long that's been the case. There's definitely a lot of dust build-up.

"If you /do/ have CSI on call," Samson says, "then this is definitely the time to get them in here. I have no idea of the full spectrum of AIM's experiments, and I'm not entirely certain that we're equipped to find out what that might involve."

Nyx has posed:
There is a heavy sigh from the young woman there. "Well.. I mean.. it doesn't look like they are home... so I suppose I should call it in and let the experts come." she fishes around in a pocket and pulls out a badge and chain and slings her SHIELD ID up around her neck.

"Okay they are sending a Quinjet and a team... man A.I.M gets people to hustle a lot more than superhero shrink in small town new york did..."

she does step over to an odd stack of electronics and place her hand on it... and the electronics just seem to disolve into her hand there.

It looked like spare parts.

Doc Samson has posed:
Raising his eyebrow at the spectacle of dissolving electronics, Samson nods. "It generally tends to be the case that the mediocre masses respond to the recognizable, familiar threats with more gusto than the unknown, the unfamiliar, the less profitable. It's the burden of genius."

He begins to climb back out of the work space. "It's a good thing that I was here, at least. And then that you arrived to help take care of the android. Now we can turn things over to the SHIELD investigative apparatus. Me, I've got a rental car or bus to locate."

Nyx has posed:
"I'm sure we could give you a lift to New York when we head back to the Triskelion if you want?"

There is a brief look around and one more bit of technology is disolved with a touch. Really the girl doesn't even seem to notice she is doing it.

Then she hops out with you. "Should tell the sheriff cost is clear though if you are heading out and then I should probably get him to cordon off this part of downtown... also firetrucks would be good..."

"Oh.. and thanks for the help old timer." teasing. She is probably teasing.