10757/Shipping Problems

Shipping Problems
Date of Scene:	16 January 2020
Location:	Harbor, Brooklyn, NY
Synopsis:	Special Agent Ward is witness to a reversla of fortune when an escaping smuggler gets his paradigm shifted.
Cast of Characters:	Grant Ward, Mary Marvel

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Grant Ward has posed:
Most people wouldn't even know this small section of the docks was currently being used as a staging area. A few vans are parked in one of the parking lots hugging the pier, and some people are standing around near them. It also helps that it is the middle of the night, so nobody is around to look. There is no cordoned area, no flashing lights, and no media. This is how SHIELD rolls when they can.

"Alright, I need you to contact Boswell over at the Coast Guard again," Ward says to one of the other agents, glancing down at his datapad. He taps a few things and nods, turning to another. "Make sure the ship does-.." He pauses and touches his ear piece, his brow furrowing a bit. "Of course I know it's in international waters. That's why it's us and not the Coast Guard. That's why there isn't a big thing being made of this. Keep it down and keep it quiet. If word gets out that these Wakandan Artifacts were snagged from their museum rounds on our watch, the Embasy is going to be all over our asses..."
Grant brushes his fingers back through his dark hair, turning back to one of the agents. "Okay. Is the boarding team ready? They should be coming into sight of the boat in a few minutes."

Of course, he has no idea that things are already being handled. Mary's excellent hearing can easily allow her to pick out the unassuming group as what they really are.

Mary Marvel has posed:
Sebastian smiled to the pilot. "There...we're safe, now. SHIELD can't touch us now."
She does have VERY good hearing, but it's how she listens to the police scanner. She knows the codes, and she can decipher them, so she knows SHIELD is at the harbor, but that they were tipped off and now the international smuggler Sebastian Sprenger was now beyond reach.
...for SHIELD, anyway...

One of the SHIELD spotters radios in. "Sir? Something just impacted the water near the yacht...something red."

Sebastian was heading down to grab a bottle of Cristal when the 50-foot yacht suddenly LURCHED. He grabbed the railing, wondering if they'd hit something, but there had been no screech of metal or fiberglass hull. He pulled himself up to the railing, then looked over the port side of the ship.

The water was...retreating. Moving away from them.
A sudden squall of sound provided another impossibility...the propellors were spinning in open air.

The spotter radioed back. "The yacht is...gaining altitude."

Grant Ward has posed:
"Something red?" He blinks. "...Superman get a new suit?," he asks curiously, glancing at everyone else. "Or is it some other cape? Hrm."

He steps around the vans and moves to the edge of the water, lifting some electrobinoculars to his eyes. He looks out at the horizon.

"Keep eyes on it," Grant says quickly. "I can't see anything out there from here, but you keep eyes on it. Can you get a better look at the red guy?," he asks.

He lowers his binoculars and glances back at the other agents, furrowing his brow.

Mary Marvel has posed:
The spotter replied quickly. "Sir...it's a GIRL. And it's not Supergirl."

Mary was sure she had her hands in the right place. She had a very firm grip on it, though.
The yacht was moving back towards the harbor, gliding along at a leisurely 35 MPH. The fact that it didn't have to push through the water was a plus, because it was 50 feet above sea level.
The propellors cut off, and Sebastian glared at the pilot, who shrugged. "All they are is noise now, boss."
He swore aloud, then looked toward the shore, which was getting depressingly closer. He looked over the side again, trying to get a glimpse...
...and looked into the warm brown eyes of a heartbreakingly-beautiful brunette in a red costume, a white cape and boots, and gold bracers.

"Hello, Mr. Sprenger! Those things you have on this boat belong to Wakanda, you know!" Her crystal voice is warm and perky.

Grant Ward has posed:
"Oh! Huh. Alright," he offers in reply. He raises the binoculars again and peers out at the water again. He catches sight of that crackling lightning on her chest first, and he then zooms in, getting a good look at her and the entire situation. "...Huh."

He lowers the binoculars, thinking fast as he always does. "I think she's heading in our direction. Weapons hot, in case the guys on-board are still a threat." The agents fan out, some holding handguns, others carrying larger, automatic weapons. All are silenced to a degree that would never work in the real world, as they are -still- trying to keep this event out of the papers. "Try not to stare when she comes in, guys. Might be tough."

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary looked at the dock with all the people and the black vehicles with the SHIELD symbol on them. Yes, that must be the right place.
She hovers above the water next to the dock, looking down at the people gathered there. "Uhm, who's in charge here? Can I talk to them?" She looks up at Sebastian. "Now, you are going to throw all your weapons into the water before I let you down. If any of you so much as fires a single shot, I will be VERY CROSS with you! And it will be VERY humiliating if I get cross with you!"

Grant Ward has posed:
The agents glance at eachother, and Ward steps forward. "I'm Special Agent Grant Ward, with SHIELD!," he calls out. The Agents wait behind him, all wary. They don't know who she is or the situation here, and SHIELD tends to be on their guard when dealing with the unknown. Nobody is pointing a weapon at her, though.

"If you lower that into the water right here we can get those men off the streets...or seas, I guess. We appreciate the help, Ms...?"

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary smiles. "MARY MARVEL." She is about to curtsey, but realizes she still has her hands full. Various firearms are being flung over the sides. "Give me a few seconds." She shakes the yacht slightly. like a ketchup bottle, and then a few more guns drop over the side. She smiles warmly to Grant. "Okay. Give me a moment, here."
Then the yacht lowers until it descends into the water, the ship groaning slightly as it does. Mary pops out of the water, spinning at roughly 10,000 RPM to dry herself, then floats over to the dock to land in front of Grant. THEN she curtsies. "All yours, Special Agent Ward."

Grant Ward has posed:
He nods and steps back from the edge of the dock. The agents exchange glances, and no doubt whoever is on the other side of their earpieces is frantically taking notes on Mary and what they can make of her and her powers so far for files.

"Of course. Take your time."

He raises a hand as water sprays everywhere from her drying, and he brushes his hand over his face. He steps back when she lands, and then he chuckles softly. "Well...thanks, Mary Marvel. Agents? Do your jobs." The agents storm the ship, acting efficiently and swiftly to secure the smugglers and the cargo. Meanwhile, Grant turns back towards Mary.

"New on the scene?," he asks. "Or have I just been too busy overseas?"

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary nods. "Only been...active for a couple of months, really." She looks around. "I've never seen SHIELD in action. Just a lot of still pictures on the Internet. I heard about the trouble you were having with this guy, and I, as a concerned citizen...who can lift yachts...decided to help. I believe it is called preventative detention?"

Grant Ward has posed:
"Well, we appreciate it. Concerned citizens with superpowers make the world go round. Or seem to, anyways." Soon enough men start getting marched off the boat in handcuffs, with one or two being carried off unconcious. Grant turns to watch the proceedings before he turns back. He does everything in his power now to really get a good look at her, because he's here in a professional capacity. "Well, for only doing this a few months, that was damn impressive, if you don't mind me saying."

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary's smile is sudden and warm. "THANK you. Uhm..." she bites her lower lip. "...I didn't hurt anyone when I shook the ship, did I?"

Grant Ward has posed:
He glances over at the men carrying the unconcious men. "Hey! Were they like that when you got there?" They shake their hands, and Grant turns back.

"No, it looks like they resisted. Criminals have a habit of doing that."

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary looks VISIBLY relieved. "OH, GOOD. I was really hoping. I spent too long dealing with bullies to become one." She looks around, then says, "I have the benefit of a source of wisdom, and I've been using it as much as possible. I can't do everything Supergirl does, but I can do a lot. And I am glad I was able to help SHIELD."

Grant Ward has posed:
"That's a good mentality. Too many people get kicked, and then end up being the ones doing the kicking." He holsters his pistol as the agents are busy putting the men in vans. A few others come down the ramp and call out, holding up a datapad. "Everything is there, Agent Ward."

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary is entranced by the tablet. An actual SHIELD tablet. This is so COOL. She looks at it with undisguised interest. "Wow...you guys have the BEST tools." She seems to realize she is fangirling, and straightens to look at Grant again. "Uhm....it's very impressive equipment you have there."
Dangit. Transparent as glass, that's her.

Grant Ward has posed:
Ward chuckles. "Ready to go, Agent Ward," one of the agents tells him. He nods to that. "Get them back and make sure the paperwork is -right- this time, Hawthorne." The agent clears his throat and nods, turning back. The vans begin to pull out and drive off as Ward turns back towards her.

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary is nodding, looking thoughtful. These people are INTENSE, but when you do what they do, she guessed you kinda had to be.
She looked to Grant, then says, "Uhm...do you need me to make some kind of official statement? I can do that. The judge might wonder if you did anything to make a big-time criminal turn around and give themselves up all of a sudden."

Grant Ward has posed:
"Shouldn't be an issue," Grant says. "We're keeping this arrest quiet due to the international sensitivity of the crimes. It's technically branded as terrorism, due to the possibility of starting an international incident. Some situations might need you to make a statement, though." Ward considers for a moment. "But getting contact information might be a good idea. In case we need to contact you for anything down the road. Or in case you want to grab coffee, sometime. Either/or."

Mary Marvel has posed:
"Oh, uhm...I don't really have a phone number. I do have an email, though. It's NotReallySupergirl@gmail.com. I usually get alerts when I get an e-mail there, so no worries. But I don't really drink coffee. Orange juice is okay, though." She peered at Grant. "I'm not going to get any super-secret tracking cookie with any emails from SHIELD, am I?"

Grant Ward has posed:
Grant Ward chuckles at that and shakes his head. "No. No, you should be fine. "Well, alright 'Not Supergirl'. Thanks for the assist. I should make sure these artifacts get back to where they're going. You keep safe out there. Not only the heroes have powers, sadly." He makes note of the e-mail, in case it is needed in some capacity.

Mary Marvel has posed:
Mary rolls her eyes. "TELL me about it. Actually, maybe next time I'll tell you what it was like to fly to Pluto." She holds up her hand, waving her fingers. "Toodles!"
She turns, leaps skyward and keeps going up, up, and up some more, until she disappears over a building roof and is lost to sight.

Grant Ward has posed:
He turns to watch her take off into the sky. He considers her for a moment and then shakes his head at himself. He turns and makes his way over to his vehicle, climbing behind the wheel. It starts up, and he takes off into the night.