11062/The Vultures: Interception

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The Vultures: Interception
Date of Scene: 13 February 2020
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Michelle Docherty, Lex Luthor




Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Michelle tapped his finger on the steering wheel waiting for the light to turn green. The hue of a flashing yellow arrow on the cross intersection let him know that it was coming soon. This was sketch. This was unintentional, but it was paying his rent for now. A week ago he walked into a mechanic shop in the Latino quarter of Metropolis and explained he was looking for work. He explained he needed to work on a cash basis temporarily, he needed a couple bucks to stay on his feet. Next thing you know he was here, driving back and forth between random spots around town six or seven times a week. It is hard to say no or try to re-explain that he was a seasoned mechanic, when you can't buy groceries. Tonight was the Apartment complex.

     The drum of his diesel engine reved up and down, but it was quiet. The first right turn was the gated apartments. He pulled in front of the keypad, rolled down his window. The lock on the keypad was a standard Magellan Key. Michelle had installed these before, so he simply used his master key from his locksmithing kit, flapped down the casing and hit the override button, flipped it back up and relocked the case. He idled his Big red tow truck through and towards the back of the complex where the trash dumpsters was. A satchel was on the passenger side and it was going behind the left dumpster. He knew some kind of small fireproof loxbox was inside, but he didnâ??t know which brand. He was asked to never open the bags.

Lex Luthor has posed:
It was one of those operations that middle management for the LexCorp Syndicate handled. It was a well oiled machine from top to bottom for a number of reasons; not the least of which is Lex Luthor had a reputation in the Metropolis underworld. You don't get to start any sort of business in Metropolis without the approval of the Man of Tomorrow. Those that try... tend to be dealt with, subtly. The Kingpin of Metropolis did not tolerate dissent in his domain.

This, however, doesn't stop the desperate from trying to raid the coffers for themselves.

The weekly run had become a routine for Michelle. It was easy money for him, and it was done with a deniable new asset that was completely ignorant of the nature of the freelance work he was doing. It was an easy delivery routine to overlook... by design. Deliveries happened all the time via transport after all. Why was this any different?

It's around the time that Michelle pulls into the alleyway to do his usual dead drop behind it that two pickup trucks simultaneously drive up to each side of the alleyway... and stop, blocking both sides. Moments later, and three people in balaclavas each pop up from the back of those trucks, their focus visibly on Michelle.

One hops over the side, and starts to walk over to Michelle's driver seat.

"Homie, we need to talk!" Comes a baritone voice of the unknown figure.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     The big bear heard him loud and clear through the open window, made note of the box trap. 'This might be a bit of pickle there old Dorcherty' He muttered to himself under his breath. He makes eye contact with the man approaching. He pops open his glove box and casually grabs his old revolver. It was a four shot large caliber used in bore hunting. He holds the weapon upside down, by the cylander with long muzzle in his palm and raises it up so it's clearly seen.

     "As long as you remain polite my friend." Michelle bellows out the window. He drops the weapon in his lap, grip to his right side for easy grabbing, and put both hands on the wheel and waits for the 'conversation.' If need be, his truck, with the boom arm, had a front impact grill, plus the weight and power advantage over the lightweight pickup trucks. He -might- be able to blow through it if things got bad.

Lex Luthor has posed:
The man comes up to the side of the drivers seat window. The five surrounding Michelle sit in their pickups, silently watching.

"So. I'm gonna need that satchel you're about to drop off, man. Nothing personal, but we need what's inside." The man crosses his arms over his chest, "We don't get it, and this has to get ugly. Trust me when I say we don't want that. Neither do you."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Dorcherty gives a big charming East Texas smile, "Well then, I won't play dumb with you." He chuckles. "Six men, two trucks. I gotcha. Question is, is it worth going home with only three or four men, and only one truck?" The big bears face deadpans for a moment. "Cuz last I checked, your point blank. Now, if you need this satchel, I recomend you go talk to whomever it is this belongs to and make a direct purchase or arangement. No need to be all uncivilized about it."

     His hands are still on the wheel, but he is leaned forward, to partially body block the man should he try to reach into his truck. People had tried to car-jack Michelle while towing before. Only this was a LOT more elaborate. He was nervous, but tried to keep his heartrate down as best he could. Sometimes reminding the would be jacker that if a fight DID break out, they were risking life and limb over something that a softer target would give over much easier.

Lex Luthor has posed:
"I'm just the messenger." The man replies, before he snaps his fingers... and suddenly ducks and dives out of the way.

Suddenly five pistols of various makes and models are pulled from the flatbed of those pickup trucks, and aimed in the direction of Michelles own.

This all in all takes about three seconds, giving Michelle just enough time to react...

Michelle Docherty has posed:
The second the finger snaps Michelle uses the leverage of his hans on the wheel to compress and ball himself up into the floorboard of his Truck. It was just like cramming himself into the driver position of an A1 Abrams back in the day. He had 1,200 lbs of steel towing equipment behind him, and a full F450 Diesel engine block in front of him, he -might- be okay. His foot slams on the accelerator, and preps to jerk the wheel hard right as soon as he impacts with the front truck, The exit he needs is to left. He will have to throw it into reverse, spin the wheel, then drive, spin the wheel to get out of here. But he will get to that after impact. His heavy revolver flies somewhere across the floorboard of the truck.