1107/Spy's the Limit

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Spy's the Limit
Date of Scene: 23 June 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Nick Fury, Sam Axe




Nick Fury has posed:
It's a tolerable summer day in New York City: overcast but with slightly less foot traffic than might otherwise stream through the Upper East Side.

Something approximating a mojito is on special today at this particular cafe, appropriately called 'El Cafe'.

In fact, nothing could be more tolerable.

Except, of course, for the guys in the suits down the block, doing a piss-poor job of subtly surveilling the cafe and its patrons. Well, one patron.

And there's the guy who's been browsing magazine and comic books for the last twenty minutes at the newsstand at the corner. What's his deal?

Sam Axe has posed:
Ahh summer time and the living is easy, at least that is what the song tells us. Sam looks around as he enjoys his drink, he spots his watchers and can't help himself, with a smirk on his face he gives a wave to the guy at the newstand, "I think this weeks People has a few good articles in it." He calls out.

Nick Fury has posed:
The man by the newsstand buys a paper and wraps something in it as he begins walking briskly toward the cafe.

The driver in the car starts its engine, revving it.

Then, the car's tires squeal as the vehicle drives up on the sidewalk toward the cafe. The passenger leans out of his window, wielding a submachine gun. He begins firing in deafening bursts toward the cafe.

Nearby patrons and waitstaff scream, diving for cover. A place setting explodes. A chair disintegrates. The cafe's windows shatter.

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam Axe dives to the floor at the sound of gunfire. Sadly unless he is expecting trouble Sam does not walks aorund armed and he was not expecting trouble. Once the initial shock passes he starts to crawl towards the shattered window to get a good look at the car. Adding to the possible tragedy of the scene his mojito is only half drunk when he leaves it.

Nick Fury has posed:
The man from the newsstand begins running toward the cafe, and he shoves a hand into his newspaper--which then promptly begins firing bullets. After a moment, the newspaper falls away, revealing the pistol in his hand.

The driver's hit in the head, and as he collapses, the car swerves off the sidewalk and slams into the side of a parked car. The passenger seems to be alive, but he's groggy for the moment.

The newsstand man kneels down next to Sam and sighs. He presses something on his wristwatch and his appearance changes, shifting from nondescript white man to bald black man with an eyepatch.

"Sam Axe," he says calmly. "Come with me if you want to live."

The man pauses for a second and grins. "Also, my ride is pretty dope."

As if on cue, a convertible descends from the roofline to hover just behind the men.

The passenger in the wrecked car, meanwhile, begins to slowly recover his senses.

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam Axe nods to the man, "Well How can I refuse a line like that." He looks over at he flying car, "Well it beats public transportation that is for sure." He notices the passenger stiring, "Looks like it is time to go." he moves to enter the convertible, "So which part of the alaphbet soup do you work for?" he asks the unknwon gunman.

Nick Fury has posed:
Leaping over the side of the car into the driver's seat, the man executes a series of keystrokes on a central console. The car begins lifting back up into the air.

The gunman back below fires up at the flying car's underbelly. In response, the driver presses a button and there's a quick 'ZONKK' sound. The sound of gunfire stops.

"Sorry about that," the driver says, looking to Sam. "I was hoping to make an introduction in a less...exciting situation. But we work with what we've got, right?"

He chuckles. "Believe it or not...I'm Nick Fury. Not THAT Nick Fury. But Nick Fury nonetheless."

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam Axe looks over at Fury and laughs, "Sorry that won't work on me. I have met Nick Fury, I fought with Nick Fury and you sir, are not Nick Fury." Of course Sam is thinking of Nick Fury Sr, not the one that is in front of him. It seems he did not keep up with the scuttlebutt as well as he should have.

Nick Fury has posed:
With another brief chuckle, the man driving the flying car nods. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Or, at least, ore than you might think."

He presses his thumb on the central console. A synthesized female voice says, "You're driving great, Colonel Fury." The console displays the SHIELD eagle logo.

The driver gives a 'what can you do?' shrug and smirk. "I know what you're thinking. This kind of thing is easy enough to spoof. That's fair." He nods for a moment in thought. "But I imagine someone who's NOT connected to SHIELD wouldn't be driving a baby like this straight toward a helicarrier."

And, in fact, as the car continues to slowly rise through the air, it breaks through a relatively low-hanging cloud and the shimmering, cloaked shape of a massive SHIELD helicarrier floats above.

"You don't mind spending a little time on one, do you?"

Sam Axe has posed:
A bit loss for words at the moment as the sight of the Helicarrier sinks in, Sam can just shake his head. After ll he has seen some things but the sight of a flying ship that big is still something the first time it comes into view.

Thankfully his snark recovers in a few moment, "Well it will makeit a banner day in my diary." He asks the obvious question, 'So what have I step in? After all normally foks dont start shooting at me until at least my third drink."

Nick Fury has posed:
"Well," Nick Fury the younger replies, one elbow leaning on the car door as he drives, "believe it or not, the old man wasn't always entirely open about what he shared...or, sometimes, even willing to share at all, for that matter."

He cocks his head to one side and glances over at Sam. "I've been making contact with a number of old associates. Checking on things, learning what I can, finding out if there's any juice still left to squeeze."

Fury grins. "Assuming there's interest in staying in the game, of course. No pressure. You interested?"

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam ponders that for a few moments, "Well one thing you sure are not your father, I don't think he knew the meaning of no pressure." He says, 'And it depends will it effect my pension? I want ot be able to afford a cute nurse with I am 95 and drooling on myself."

There is a short pause as he drops a bit of his trademark wit and gets more serious, "I am sure you know about hte work i was doing in Miami, so I still do a bit freelance, while I am not looking to re-enlist, I think we can figoure out some way for one hand to wash the other."

Nick Fury has posed:
The car continues to rise until it's above the helicarrier, and the vessel's landing strip is visible not far below.

"Well, I didn't want to give you a heart attack or anything by suggesting your help might well keep global security and order intact," Nick Fury says. He winks--or maybe it's just a blink, who can say?--and taps in another sequence of commands to the console.

Below, on the landing strip, an augmented reality display on the inside of the windshield appears, directing the car down to the carrier.

"Don't worry, though. I won't need you full-time or anything," Fury continues. "It'd just be useful to have your expertise on dial as needed. And I'll see what I can do about getting you a more gorgeous nurse when it comes time for that." He pauses. "Like two weeks from now."

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam turns to give Fury a look, "Hey now there might be a lot of miles on the tires but there is still plenty of gas in the tank." He nods, "Saving the world huh? Well I guess I could find some time for that." He says, "Af far as the nurse goes I am partial to brunettes." Once they have landed he unbuckles and steps out stretch.

Nick Fury has posed:
The one-eyed SHIELD agent steps toward Sam. "We can probably round up some food if you're hungry. No drinks, though." He rubs his chin. "Also, I'd recommend staying a dozen feet away from the edge unless you're harnessed up."

Fury laughs heartily. "I'd hate to see the wind blow you off so far up. On the plus side, you definitely wouldn't feel anything by the time you landed."

"Come on, now," he says. "We can head on in. Unless...you'd rather find a place with booze that's not airborne?"

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam Axe shakes his head, "I'm good, besides I know a pizza place in Brooklyn that puts mess hall food to shame." He looks towards the edge but stays well clear of it, "Let's head inside not sure I am thristy right now." While he does not have a fear of heights normally this altitude has a way of causing folks to develop caution.

Nick Fury has posed:
An entry leads to a stairwell that itself heads down toward a number of decks below the landing area.

Nick Fury takes Sam down two flights and, following a brief engagement with an iris and fingerprint scan, walks them both to a room whose sign reads "Officers' Lounge."

The lounge aesthetically lives up to its name. Fury sits on a posh semicircular couch with a low coffee table at its center.

"Come on, sit," Fury says, and he motions to a man in a SHIELD uniform with a towel over his forearm. "Two lunch specials," Fury says. The SHIELD waiter nods and heads out through a side door.

"So, Sam, how long did you work with the O.G.?"

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam Axe smiles, "Nice, I forgot about the fancier side of military life." He starts to sit straighter and does his best to unrumble his clothes. He thinks for a moment, "Not very long, a couple of missions here and ther, one time in Nicaragua that was pretty hairy..." He lets what sentance trail off.

Nick Fury has posed:
Raising the eyebrow over his good eye, Nick Fury leans back into the couch cushions. "I don't know about you, Sam, but I try not to let anything I do ever get too hairy." He runs a hand over his smooth head.

A moment later, two sandwiches are provided with glasses of water.

"Careful, now," Fury says with a nod to the drinks. "For all you know, we're going to get you involved in an improved version of MK Ultra. Or something even more interesting."

Sam Axe has posed:
This brings a laugh to Sam's lips, "That is true but I am pretty good at getting myself out of trouble, almost as good as I am at getting into it." He takes a drink of the water and says, "More than likely I think you want someone deniable which is why you came to me, I mean sure I have a past and some connections but it been years since I did any offical work for the government."

Nick Fury has posed:
"That's correct, actually," Nick Fury says, pointing a finger at Sam. "And those smarts--along with your own sizeable network of contacts--is what I'm after. Just like you-know-who," he adds, "I'm looking to build beyond the official scope and structure of what SHIELD can offer."

The SHIELD agent purses his lips and exhales slowly. "I want to be able to anticipate, prevent, and respond to threats as flexibly as might be possible. Your talents can help with that."

He puts his hands out, palms up. "Given your experience, and your connection to the old man, I genuinely don't want to put any pressure on you. But I'm interested in anything you're willing to offer, at any time."

Fury grins. "Even if that involves 'whopper' stories from the glory days."

Sam Axe has posed:
This news brings a smile to Sam's face, "Well I will be happy to help in any way I can. I mean I might not be in uniform but I still happy to serve my country." He takes a bite of the sandwhcih and after he wahses it down with another drink of water, "Plus it never hurts to have another firend to talk to if things start to take on water. I know this is hard ot beleive but even I have some enemies out there. Like thae shooters today."

Nick Fury has posed:
The SHIELD agent grins and pushes himself up to lean forward. "Sam," he says quietly, "I don't want to be 'that guy,' but..."

Fury shakes his head and sighs. "Those guys were after ME. I only had a brief window to try and do some recon on you, and they'd found out my destination."

"But if it helps," he adds, picking up his sandwich, "by all means, we'll say they were after you."

Fury stares at Sam for a moment. "You DO have some excellent taste in shirts, after all."

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam shakes his head, "Wow you know how to hurt a guy, Imean I lose a drink and I wasn't even the target of the hit." He smiles, "Back in the old daysone thing is certain, the old man would have let me get my mojito drank before the place got shot up."

Nick Fury has posed:
Fury nods and takes a bite of his sandwich. After he finishes chewing, he swallows and nods again. "I suppose so. But these days, life comes at you fast. And there's always another drink, right? If you'd prefer that next time I wait until you've emptied your glass, I will. Sucking chest wounds and all."

He smiles a thin, polite smile, and takes another bite of his sandwich. "Guess that must've been why you liked that Nicaragua job so much. No annoying evacs to air-conditioned safety."

Sam Axe has posed:
Sam shakes his head, "I am not sure you old enough to hear about the Nicaragua job." he gives the Director of SHIELD a board wink and finishes his meal. "I am pretty sure the offical reports only have about half of the good parts in them."

Nick Fury has posed:
"Well, we've got all of this lunch meeting to beat around the bush," Nick Fury replies. "Go on, eat up. I look forward to much more of this circuitous intel coming my way, Sam."

He chuckles. "Yes, I definitely do."