12668/Interrogating a Traitor

Interrogating a Traitor
Date of Scene:	21 January 2021
Location:	Upper West Hill, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	The dastartdly Twitch captures June! Will Slipstream be able to rescue her in time?
Cast of Characters:	Twitch, June Connor, Slipstream

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Twitch has posed:
Gotham is great. There are a ton of abandoned buildings, just perfect for Twitch's needs. See, he's got a prisoner he wants to speak with and doesn't want to bother with witnesses. The run down row home, formerly a crack house, is a superb location. It's away from people and nice and quiet. Great piece of real estate.

Amid the graffiti on the walls and trash on the floor there's June. All kinds of bound up with a lot of rope and duct tape. Tyler's obviously not taking any chances with her getting free. He's leaning against a wall nearby, watching her closely. Waiting for her to wake up.

June Connor has posed:
    Sleep is good, waking up sucks. Her head hurts, why is she alive? She groans. What was going on? She opens her eyes distainfully, some of her eye shadow smudged, blood dried on her nose and lip. Her shirt is matted against her from her injuries earlier.

    She glances around, testing the restraints. Maybe she could get out of them, it would take a while, though. Moving hurts. She winces at the smell of something foul that hit that carpet long ago, and adjusts , trying to roll to her side so she can see her surroundings. "Fuck," she grunts as she spots Tyler. "You didn't kill me yet?" She sounds almost dissapointed.

Twitch has posed:
"I could if you want me to," says Twitch. He's still got his scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face to help hide his identity, though the fact that his head twitches to the side as he talks might give him away. "You might have a chance to make it out alive. Don't know how the boss will handle things when I get you back to base, but I can put in a word in your favor if you tell me something that might interest the family. Could at least spare you some torture, maybe."

June Connor has posed:
    June winces a little as she manages to make her way onto her side, feeling the duct tapt pull at her arm hairs behind her back. "Nice place you got here, has that nice shit house that smells like piss and vomit aura to it."

    "So you didn't take me to a Foot safehouse," she observes. "Guessin' you don't want them to know yet?" she asks. "Lookin to have your fun and shit before you turn me over?" She waggles an eyebrow and laughs. Ouch, laughing hurts. "Got some kinky bondage shit goin' on here." She coughs, "I don't think your boss will be too interested in sparing me, we both know she doesn't do mercy real good."

Twitch has posed:
"Beats the other place I was going to use. Pretty sure it was a meth lab at one point," Twitch crouches down smoothly, looking towards June's face. "I'm just waiting on a ride. Didn't want to drag you all over the city out in the open." He takes a deep breath, "I just don't want her to take her time on you. I've got no trouble killing someone, but making it last..." He twitches again. "That's not my thing."

June Connor has posed:
    "Ahh," June answers, and there's a mean smile followed by a laugh. "I got ya," Her grin has a little blood in it still, defiantly cocky. "You didn't come from all this, did ya?" she asks, as if the interrogation is reversed. "Don't wanna fuck the girl you're about to off, got a thing against torture. Some kinda secret boy scout code you live by? Nobody in this world gives a damn about any of that. They aren't gonna think better of you because of it. Guessin' you've figured that part out. Yer just a fish outta water."

Twitch has posed:
"I'm not going to have sex with someone I'm in a position of power over," says Tyler as he studies her face, twitching once more. "I'd rather not torture anybody, either, but the moment I get told to the gloves come off and I get to work. My personal preferences don't get a chance to come into play when I'm working." He rises back to his full stature and looks around the room. "I do what the Clan needs me to do."

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, a good little soldier," June answers. "So torture and rape is off limits, but murder, you're cool with that. Hey, it's not that I want you to, just makin' observations," she says. "Though, if you wanna make a trade like that, I'd be all ears. You know, a good time for freedom?" She glances at the corner where her stuff is. Her senses have returned and though her head still surely hurts, her presence of mind seems to be remarkably high, a testament to Foot training, or perhaps other training as well.

Twitch has posed:
"So what's your plan here? Keep me talking until you can free yourself? Not going to happen," Twitch continues to look the woman in the face. "As messed up as you are you wouldn't make it ten feet with me chasing you." And then he shakes his head, "Even if I thought you were serious about sleeping with me in exchange for me letting you go I wouldn't do it. You'd need to make me a much better offer than that."

June Connor has posed:
    "I dunno, I've done some pretty wild stuff to get what I want," June says a little suggestively. "I mean, you're right, I probably couldn't get too far if you were chasing me. What kind of offer would you want?" she asks. She tries to adjust at the ropes, "And since I'm so messed up I can't escape, mind if we skip this whole rodeo style tie up? Not exactly comfortable."

Twitch has posed:
"The ropes are insurance, in case all this talk puts me to sleep," Tyler tells her with a grim smile beneath his scarf. "I'm not sure if you've got anything you could offer me to cut you loose. Maybe name any more of your informants for me? Where I can find them. That sort of thing." He plants his shoulder against the wall and relaxes, pulling a cell phone from his pocket to take a look at it, checking to see how close the vehicle he'll need is.

June Connor has posed:
    "Hell, I'll take that trade as long as you don't tell Batman," she chuckles. "But how would we trade it out? I give you the name, and you just say 'fuck you' and I'm dead still. If I'm tradin' my life for someone else, I wanna make sure I get my part of it. You get my shit over there, though, I'd prefer to keep that reusable flashbang disc. Not exactly replaceable." Flashbang disc? Are those a thing?

Twitch has posed:
"No idea, I'm not into the whole interrogation thing., might not have anything good anyway," Twitch frowns, though he does start heading towards her gear. "I was going to hang onto your shit anyway. Especially that grenade." He kneels down next to the stuff and starts pushing through it, separating it into little piles until he produces something he's unfamiliar with, the disc. "How's this work, want me to push the button, then I'm blind and deaf and you try to make a run for it?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Wow, you're really bad at this. So you're a grunt, then? Not like infiltration or anything? Shit, okay, you need some help. Maybe I trade you learning to interrogate people. You know I did infiltration, right? Shit fighter, but I could get people in and out of just about anything." The device is about the size of a silver dollar. "Yeah that's the idea, Though it doesn't do any noise, since the idea is that you hold it and use it rather than throw it. Some A-list hero guy traded it to me," June explains, but she doesn't say what she traded for it. "It'll untie my ropes and heal my injuries and I bust right out of here after slitting your throat," she gives a sarcastic response. "So don't push it." The disc looks like it has a swipe and press button. Definitely the device is not of street level technology. It might not even be modern technology at all.

    "But seriously, interrogation 101, man, you always follow through on your shit. Always keep your promises if you want anyone to believe your threats. Word gets around about you? You're interrogating someone? They crack easier because they know they will get their end." She seems to dismiss continuing the conversation on the disc.

Twitch has posed:
"Interrogation lessons?" Twitch says as he carries the disk back towards June and looks her over. "I'll let people with more experience worry about that for me. The other stuff I've got a pretty good handle on." He flips the disk in the air, catching it neatly, "You know what, why don't I give this thing a spin? See if I can't figure it out real quick." He holds it away from his body and moves to mess with its button.

June Connor has posed:
    "Shit!" June winces, cringing and closing her eyes tightly as you press the button. There's a little click, but nothing happens. "Don't! It seriously will blind for like a week." She keeps her eyes squeezed closed, as if expecting to sense a bright flash any moment.

Twitch has posed:
When the thing doesn't seem to do... well... anything, Tyler tosses it back in the corner, "Was that some kind of joke? What the hell is that thing?" He looks around for a moment, "Did I just set off your car alarm or something?"

June Connor has posed:
    June hears it land in the corner. "Shit, is it busted? Fucking fall, this day sucks. Seriously, why'd you have to kick me off the ledge? So what do you want? I'll seriously do anything to get out of this. I could lift ya somethin? Fancy art or shit, I'd rob a fuckin bank, off your ex? What do you want?"

Twitch has posed:
"I don't think there's anything I need from you, really, except to turn you over to the family so you can get what's coming to you," Twitch says before he checks his phone again. "Our ride should be here soon. Looking forward to getting you off my hands."

June Connor has posed:
    "Right. So, I gotta ask, what got you in the Foot, anyway?" she asks, as if it's a small talk topic. "I mean, pretty boy like you, you can't sell me on the idea that you grew up a bad boy. Runaway? End up in a bad spot and thought it was the good way out? Lonely? That was it for me. Just needed someplace where you didn't feel like a shit outsider? Hell, I'm gonna die in a few hours anyway, not like I'm gonna tell anyone."

Twitch has posed:
"Tried to help somebody, actually. Found the Foot made sense to me, like the sense of belonging to something bigger," Twitch replies as he eases himself down to take a seat on the floor. "Just worked out like that." Then he says, "You never know where you'll find yourself in the end, but I like where life's taken me. Why'd you leave? You had a good thing going. Friends, fun, power." He twitches. "You could have really been someone."

June Connor has posed:
    "Well," she says. "Guess that's a little backstory. Cue the montage and shit. I joined because I was pissed at the world. Courts more specifically. My mom and dad had split up. She was a piece of work, I wanted to be with my dad, but court doesn't give a shit about dads, or kids for that matter. Just the moms. He tried so hard, lost everything he had fighting for me. Was gonna make the move myself when I was old enough."

    She rolls over, facing away from Tyler and at the stained water-rotted wall. "Never happened, he got murdered for twelve fucking dollars in his wallet. Murdered because he spent all his money on nothing, tryin' to get me back, and was stuck livin' on the wrong fucking side of town." There's an angry contortion in her face. "Fuck'm all. Ran away, few years later landed with the Foot, thought it'd be my chance to get back at the man. Maybe I did some good for the cause. Stupid asshole wannabe hero kept tryin' to save my soul. Visions of glory and heroics, always in over his head. Got in MY head. He's dumb as shit, got himself marked. Felt responsible, like I was lettin' my dad die all over again. Couldn't do it. Shoved my sifu off a building." It's said with such a matter-of-fact tone. She shrugs. "No comin' back from that."

Twitch has posed:
"That's a hell of a story," Tyler says rather agreeably. "Sorry about your dad and all that. You ever get the guy that killed him?" There's some genuine curiosity in his tone of voice. He glances again at the pile of gear in the corner, then back to June, "You'll hopefully have peace soon."

June Connor has posed:
    "Beats the hell outta me," June says. "Murders are a dime a dozen," she says. "Don't even know who did it, probably some stupid junky. Never really cared who he was, I held the judge responsible that put him in that situation. I'll probably burn in hell, so I don't got much idea that I'll get peace. Not like I don't deserve it. Just wish I coulda got that judge. Drop her ass off in Hells Kitchen with thirty grand in jewelry and just watch. I really am a bitch, you know," she says, turning back around with difficulty to face Tyler again.

Twitch has posed:
"Seems like that would be fitting," says Tyler as he goes back to leaning against the wall. "I don't know if Hell's real, anyway. At least Christian Hell. More likely to wind up in Viking Hel. Or, if you die well you might get Valhalla. I mean, Thor's real, right? Figures all that shit should be, too." THen he shrugs, "But I don't claim to know any of that for sure. I know that my life is good and I'm going to keep living it as long as I can. When it comes time for me to die I'll try to go out with my boots on."

June Connor has posed:
    June shrugs. "Fighting for eternity sounds like a shit version of heaven, don't know if that's any better. But if you wanna die fighting, you picked the right line of work." She wiggles her hands a little. "Shit, you really tied this, didn't you?" she comments.

Twitch has posed:
"To each their own, I guess. I love fighting, screwing and partying, though. Afterlife of that would be dope," says Twitch as he moves around June, giving her a little distance as he checks out her bindings visually. "Yeah, I wanted to make sure nobody, even with your training, could get out of it."

Slipstream has posed:
Huh. Weird. The 'ping'. The ping that he gave June a year ago to use in the case of a dire emergency just went off. Drake glances down at the phone next to him as he sits at a table on the top of the roof at Avenger's Headquarters. He's eating a sandwich at the moment, dressed in a pair of casual jeans, a layered shirt and hoodie, as well as a bomber jacket. As he takes another bite of his sandwich, chewing on it thoughtfully, he pulls up the app to see the location.

Gotham. Right where he left her last time with the Birds of Prey. The all girl hero group.

He takes another bite of his sandwich, pinching and zooming to see the coordinates, then taps the phone to pull up a holographic map of the area that the ping is coming from. A small house amongst abandoned buildings. Rough part of town.

He takes one last big bite of his sandwich, then reaches over to tap Snowball on the head to 'mount up' as she floats over to the harness on his back. Once she locks in (and starts recharging), he gives a twist of his Legionnaire Flight Ring and hovers upwards. It takes a moment of concentration before he blurs his way across the sky at an insane velocity.

It's a bird. It's a plane! It's .. Slipstream ..

It takes about fifteen minutes or so at this speed as he soars over Gotham, coming to a slow stop in the sky before lowering himself down a few yards away, then begins to approach the house with a casual stride. He taps Snowball again on the head. "Wake up. Scan the perimeter. Give me life signs."

As the little robot detaches, she gives a small 'chirp' before a wash of blue light extends from her faceplate as she floats around down the street. He glances down at his phone, lobbing a text to June.

<< Hey you. How are you doing? >>

Something casual.

June Connor has posed:
    June chews her lip, openly trying to undo the knot without apology. "I bet I can if you give me long enough," she says. "I'm a pro at being tied up," the teasing innuendo is strong. Over with her gear in the far corner, her phone vibrates. "Oh, could you check and see who that is? I swear, if it's my ex-boyfriend..."

Twitch has posed:
"I bet you are," Tyler replies to June's remark about being tied up. Then he moves over to pick up the phone, glancing at the screen. "Dumbass? Wants to know how you're doing." He says, "I probably should have tossed this thing when I grabbed you. Want me to tell him anything for you? Maybe something to fuck with him?"

Slipstream has posed:
As he grows closer to the house, Drake pulls his hood up over the top of his head, followed by zipping up his bomberjacket. It has the Avenger's logo emblazed on the back, the rest of it black leather. Tactical! Designed for combat. Thank you Mister Stark.

Snowball's light washes over the house, pinging a pair of lifesigns to Drake's communicator on his wrist as he glances down at it. He gives the robot a thumbs up, who returns a U.U look upon her faceplate. He keeps glancing at his phone, waiting for a response as he shifts himself towards the side yard, as well as flicking his phone to 'silent' mode.

June Connor has posed:
    "I mean, you could tell him I'm getting murdered. I figure honesty is the best policy," she says with a wrinkle of her lip. Actually, who would believe a comment like that? Scatches a sense of the blue light, and quickly pipes up. "Hah! I got the first part undone!" she declares, trying to draw Tyler's full attention. "If I can get out before your ride gets here, do I get to go free? We can make it a bet." Of course, she hasn't gotten the first part undone, but it's hard to tell that from across the room.

Twitch has posed:
"I'm just going to ignore it," Tyler says as he sets the phone down on the floor and picks up a hand grenade. "I googled how to use this sucker. Turn out there's three safeties on it. The pin, this clip and the spoon. I'm pretty excited to blow something up, might save it in case the Reavers come back to Mutant Town. I hate those pricks." He slides the explosive into his jacket pocket. "Anyway, you were saying something about getting yourself untied..." Moving towards her while still maintaining a little distance, Twitch attempts to get a look at the bindings.

Slipstream has posed:
As he slides up along the house quietly, Drake tries to listen for any sounds or voices coming from within it. He is floating a few inches off the ground as he goes to ensure he doesn't make any footsteps.

Two Hundred IQ.

Once he comes to the back door, he presses his lips into a thin line. He floats back a few feet, then 'blinks' forward with his sonic speed, hitting the door with a practiced move with his shoulder as he looks to break through. If successful, he'll keep to the air and charge forward as Snowball's face plate will brighten to give the area a blast of light.

June Connor has posed:
    June grins, as if she knows a secret about the grenade. "I probably would have said something," she says. As if on cue, the door is smashed open, letting in the cold air. "See now he thinks something is up." She looks over. In the floor of the crack house, there she lies on the floor hogtied, her face is bloody, she wears her black jeans and a thermal shirt with holes and blood staining it. It doesn't look like she's been having a good day. "Hey, how's it going. Ninja dude, meet my ex-boyfriend," she says, a sardonic grin on her face.

Twitch has posed:
When the door busts in and June identifies the interloper as her ex-boyfriend, Twitch is already moving. You see, sudden movement causes his to react instinctively and with his suped up speed and reflexes? Well, a knife is almost instantly flying through the air at the cute little floating robot even as Tyler reactions force him to dodge out of the way, the kid actually jumping into the air to bounce off the closest wall, drawing another pair of knives even as he's pushing off of the surface in preparation to fight.

Slipstream has posed:
The knife bounces off Snowball's faceplate with a 'clink'. The little robot wobbles back and forth in the air, letting out an annoyed noise. It's made of Stark Tech after all. It's durable.

"Ex-Boyfriend is debatable, aren't we just on a break?" Slipstream says as he floats in mid-air. "Snowball, wall it off."

The little robot whirls as a bright blue charges up from beneath her. The air grows frigid around her as she fires out a blast of cold air at the broken door, creating a thick wall that gleams brightly.

"Okay dude. So, here's the play. I'm an Avenger. I can literally have Captain America and Iron Man roll up here, probably take Hulk and Thor along with them for fun and you know.. make your day amazingly terrible. Oooorrrr... we can just chill, talk out this situation and maybe walk away without knives sticking in us. You're fast, I'm /way/ faster. So, you know, we got that in common. Also I can fly! That's kinda dope, huh? Whatcha think? Can we just talk about /why/ you got her strung up like a busted up pinata?"

June Connor has posed:
    June rolls her eyes at Drake's dramatic gestures and declarations. As if the whole of Avengers would come to save her. Still, she isn't going to point that out, given her need for help. "Yeah, a long break," she says. She starts to work the ropes, hoping that Tyler will remain occupied at least for the moment. She is still in no real condition to fight, but she can at least perhaps escape if she can get free.

Twitch has posed:
"So why didn't you bring them in?" Twitch asks with a smile. "You that sure of yourself? I'm guessing you're not nearly as resistant to blades as your little robot over there. But we can talk." He gestures towards June with one of his knives and says, "Simply put, she's a traitor. Betrayed our family and fled." For an instant he looks at the woman, "Not nearly far enough, by the way."

Rather casually, he twirls the knives in his hands and chuckles a little bit, though his head does twitch to the side, "Things would have been much easier for me if I'd never found her, though." He pauses and grins, "How fast can you run when you're carrying her, do you think? Faster than a knife flies? How about the shrapnel from a hand grenade?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Okay, since you're feeling cocky, let's put all the cards on the table. I'm willing to let you turn around and walk out and pretend that you never saw her. That way, things can be real easy. She and I can go back to having our long drawn out arguments that end up with a night in bed, followed by a morning of waking up alone and feeling terrible about myself. It saves you a royal asskicking, which I am willing to deliver upon because out of all the people you had to snatch up and beat the shit outta, you grabbed the one person in my life that I'm still stupidly in love with, and thus I'm willing to commit a crime of passion on your skull. Yes, I am /that/ fast. I am faster than your knives, I'm faster than your grenades, I'm fast as fuck, bro."

Drake says as he bobs a bit back and forth on his feet. "I also rapidly heal. My body is infused with time particles and I can hit the sound barrier. Now imagine me hitting /you/ as I break the sound barrier. You're not even on my level on a good day. So, just walk away, okay? No one's feelings get hurt, no one's bones get broken. I won't even go looking for you afterwards because honestly I don't give a shit."

June Connor has posed:
    June lets Twitch and Drake talk, falling silent as she continues to discreetly work at the knot. Almost there. She manages to get part of it loose, but it's not enough for her to escape yet. Just keep talking you two. She glances back at Drake at his claim that he's in love with her, a slight look of guilt on her face. She doesn't dare make eye contact, though.

Twitch has posed:
"You're cute, but I'm guessing killing an Avenger will put me on too many people's radars to make it worth my while," Twitch says with a shrug. "Lets find out how fast you really are, though. Bro." Twisting his body around he moves to pitch the knives in his hands, one at June's throat, the other towards her heart. Then he's moving to go through one of the boarded up windows, reaching into his pockets as he collides with the rotten wood and bursts through to the other side. One hand produces a smoke pellet, the other one the grenade. Both are tossed through the window so that the room begins to fill with smoke as the grenade rolls around on the floor. For reference, M67 fragmentation grenades have a 3 to 5 second fuse.

Slipstream has posed:
There is a blur of blue light as the world goes into 'slow motion' through Slipstream's eyes. Fueled by his Legionnaire flight ring, he looks like a streaky blur as he *blinks* forward. He snatches the blades in mid-air as he leaps over June's body. He tucks them into his pocket, all within a second. He can hear the cracking of wood as the ninja goes hauling out the window, followed by the smoke pellet.

He lingers for a moment, but it's the grenade that goes bouncing in afterwards that causes his brows to lift. Leaning down, he scoops it up and *blinks* once more, lowering his shoulder and busts through the side of the wall. He arches himself upwards into the sky and lobs it as hard as he can, sending it jolting upwards before it explodes.

The force sends him back downwards as he hits the ground with a 'crack', tumbling end over end before he slides to a stop, his jacket smoldering. He takes in a slow breath, then lets it out. ".. Ow."

June Connor has posed:
    June winces as Drake lands back inside the building, and finally manages to free her wrists. She works to undo her feet, and with a little wince, she moves to make her way over to Drake. "My hero," she says, a little tease in her voice. "You ok there cowboy?" She moves to try to help him up.

Slipstream has posed:
Reaching up with his hand, Drake takes it and pulls himself up to his feet, letting out a cough. "I'm fine. Just got an ouchie." He says as he glances to his other shoulder that is hanging a bit loosely at his side. He reaches for it and winces as he pops it back into the socket. He gives a few flexes of his fingers, then turns his eyes back towards her. "So.. Hi.. " He trails off with a lopsided smile on his face. "I've missed you, troublemagnet. So, besides being kidnapped by the pajama warriors, what's up?"