12668/Interrogating a Traitor

Interrogating a Traitor
Date of Scene:	21 January 2021
Location:	Upper West Hill, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Drake tracks down June who is kidnapped by The Foot for interrogation.
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.