13370/X-Force: Looking for a lockdown

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X-Force: Looking for a lockdown
Date of Scene: 25 May 2021
Location: Remote Long Island, NY
Synopsis: Jeremy shows Psylocke a potential headquarters that he found 'on the Internet'. They talk a bit about life as well as LeeRoy Jenkins.
Cast of Characters: SpyderByte, Psylocke




SpyderByte has posed:
At some point during the day, Betsy would have recieved a ghosted text message on her phone. A green bubble with white text and a blinking spider cursor. Her screen would have had a slight flicker to it as the words appeared. An 'address' of sorts. Longitude and Latitude. There is even a picture of what appears to be an aged warehouse with faded paint and the words: Atlas, scrawled across the front of large steel doors. The picture has not much else surrounding it. Just a wide open field a few miles away from 'town'.

This is where Jeremy is waiting, just past ten at night as he sits in front of the warehouse. He is currently fiddling with his phone, dressed in all black as per usual. He has chained pants on, a long sleeved black shirt and a leather trench coat. His black hair is past his shoulders now and a pair of thin glasses can be seen peeking out from it, lit up with the glow of the screen in front of him. Soft music can be heard playing from the speakers of his phone, a bit of a synthy eletronic style tune that would make most people think about the eighties, nostalgia. Across the street is a parked black car, one of Xavier's rentals.

Psylocke has posed:
There is no arrival of a car. Betsy opted to go the easier route. Well maybe not easier but faster by far. A trip to the shadow realm, moving through there and ignoring the entities that occupied that plane. Then she found the spot she needed. A mass began to emerge from a shadow not far from Jeremy. As it emerged, the darkness changed form into that of Betsy Braddock. She wore jeans with a pullover V-neck blouse in black. Short boots with a heel on her feet. Her hair was down. She stepped the rest of the way out.

"Good evening. I hope I'm not late?" Travel in that realm could be tricky sometimes. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket to check the time on it, just to be sure. Then it was tucked back away in her pocket.

SpyderByte has posed:
When she materializes, Jeremy pushes himself up to his feet slowly, then reaches down to collect his backpack. Sliding it over his shoulder, he offers her up a nod of his head, followed by a brief smile. He slips the phone on to his shoulder holster, locking it into place, then plugs in an external battery to the bottom of it, then taps it on to begin charging.

<< Hello Psylocke. You are on time. I think. I was going down a rabbit hole and I may have lost track of the day. >>

Turning his head to look up at the warehouse, he tilts his head to one side, then unzips his bag as he slips out a tablet. It flickers to life within his fingers as he holds it out to her to take, then shuffles himself around towards the warehouse doors. There is a biometric panel, covered in dust. As he leans forward, he blows on the glass, then reaches out to touch his hand to it. What follows is a low hum as the screen flickers with green light, followed by a clank as the doors slide open, revealing nothing but a pitch black warehouse and a large rusted rung in the middle of the floor.

Psylocke has posed:
"Oh good, I didn't want you to be stuck waiting," Betsy said with a smile. She was used to his manner now, his preference to use the phone for talking. She wasn't sure if they had even tried to work with him on his stutter. If he had wanted that, as part of his time at the school.

She took the offered tablet, looking at the floorplan before her. It was extensive and impressive. Then she lifted her head to look at the warehouse. As Jeremy got the door open, she blinked and looked back to the image in front of her even as she took a few steps to walk inside.

"So, what am I looking at compared to where we are?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< We are inside of an Atlas fifty two hundred series. This was once owned by a billionaire named Sterling Ambridge who killed himself after a night of binging on heavy narcotics, alcohol and daddy issues. He was paranoid that the Russians were going to bomb the US ten years ago and invested heavily in numerous fallout shelters across the country to sell to his very rich friends. Obviously, due to numerous signed treaties and stalemates, we never actually went to war and Mister Ambridge never needed it. He also most likely forgot about it because he spent money like fish drink water. I also took the liberty of removing this from several databases for the time being until we decide we like it. >>

As Jeremy grabs the rung on the floor, he gives it a hard tug to reveal a long, deep dark shaft, which lights up with several rings of LED lights, followed by a low hum as a platform can be seen swiftly rising upwards.

<< Watch your step, it's a mile down. Wait until it locks into place, then follow me. >>

Once it 'clicks', he makes his way down the small rungs of a ladder, ten of them, then hops to the platform as he waits for Betsy to join him. As he does, he reaches out to place his palm against another panel, watching it light up. Once all are on board, the platform begins to glide it's way downwards in a whirl of electricity. There is even some pleasant sounding music being played.

<< This is the main entrance and there is an exit a half mile to the south. A second elevator that opens up into the field and lets you out. Just in case one entrance was to become compromised due to nuclear fallout. The generators are self-regenerating and fueled by several hundred solar panels. >>

Once the panel comes to a final stop, a pair of doors swish open to reveal the decomtamination room, which then leads out to the security room, filled with several televisions with numerous camera angles that give a perfect three-sixty view of the area.

Psylocke has posed:
As the lift arrives, Betsy follows the instructions and waits until it is in place. Then she steps on board. As they descend, she does make a face. "If we do opt for this, first thing is to change that music. I've never been a fan of elevator music in any form. Perhaps remove it entirely or synch it to the likes of whoever is on board? I have no doubt you could do that."

Once they arrive, she considers the tablet then looks at what is in front of her, stepping into the decontamination room. Seemed to have a small shower area, presumably to wash off any contamination, and some cabinets. She took the right into the security room and eyed all the cameras for the exterior and interior of the warehouse above. "Solar panels on the roof of the warehouse I'm guessing?

SpyderByte has posed:
<< The music is interchangable. I can turn it off. >>

Jeremy heads over to the control room and gives a smile as he looks around the camera feeds. He settles into a chair once he pulls a cloth off the top of it, then settles in and places his hands over a keyboard. He takes a few moments with his eyes closed as he synchronizes himself with the network within, whispering sweet nothings and coos to the coded software. Yes, we're dating now. Let me take you to dinner.

<< There are solar panels blended into the roof to look like shingles, there is also a small solar panel farm a few hundred yards away built into the ground and designed to look like the terrain. They bank enough energy to last through the winter months when the sun isn't as positioned optimally. >>

Once he finishes linking himself to the system, he climbs out of the chair and makes a motion for her to follow him. From there, he will give a tour of the large open expanse of the living area, which has numerous televisions on the walls. The screens show several live feeds of different cities in the world. The kitchen area has two dining room tables designed for twenty people to feast at. There is a library, to main bunk rooms that can house three full families, an exercise and training room filled with equipment, a laundry room, a utility room with tools and storage, and two master bedrooms designed for the owners of the house that are private behind two security doors. There is also plenty of bathroom space.

<< There is a top of the line air filtration system built into the bunker. You can fart and it will be cleared within five seconds, sterilized. >>

Psylocke has posed:
As he gives the grand tour, Betsy is looking from the floorplan displayed on the tablet to the rooms themselves. "We may want to modify this a bit. Maybe change the bunk rooms a little, give a few more sleeping areas that are more private. Set up a medical area somewhere."

She's going through the different things they might need in her head. "Won't need a lot of changes though. This is quite the find. But definitely need some renovations."

She peeked into one of the family bunk areas then loked over to Jeremy. "Very well done, Spyder."

SpyderByte has posed:
Giving a nod of his head, Jeremy smiles and shrugs his shoulders upwards. He blows some long hair away from his face.

<< Thank you. I felt that this was the best one after narrowing down a field of at least twenty other locations. This one is an hour and a half away from the school, so it's not too far from support. Not that it means much for those who can teleport. >>

As he shoulders the backpack with both straps, he gives them a tighten to ensure that it is secured.

<< I can send you all the information to obtain it later tonight. >>

Psylocke has posed:
"It has plenty of space and we can definitely work with it. It will save us time instead of starting from scratch. Can be usable as is but I really do want some modifications."

At mention of sending her the details, she glanced over at him from her prerusal of the communal restroom/shower area. That probably should be added to the list for renovation.

"I am curious the price tag involved. Please do send me all the details."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Money is just a litany of ones and zeroes. It can be ten cents or it can be ten million dollars. It can also be free and simply digtitally manipulated to have a transfer of ownership, scrubbed from the world and forgot about, or whatever. It may take some time to create a very specific historical trail, but I can do it. It's not stealing if you need it. But, if you want to know what the bank is holding it for, it's three million dollars. >>

Jeremy gives a tap of his phone on his shoulder with a single finger, sending Betsy the details to her personal device. Encrypted of course. Never leave a trail. He gives a glance around the area a few times, then looks back to her with his unblinking dark eyes.

<< Tomorrow is prom. >>

He gives an awkward smile to her. << I learned how to do a tie today. >>

Psylocke has posed:
That gets a bit of a look. "I do want to know what the bank is holding it for. However, I may want us to create a dummy company for us to purchase it with. So there is no trail leading back to me. But I would like to buy it, not steal it. If it has been on the market for some time, they likely will accept a much smaller amount."

She pushes the button on the tablet to put the screen to sleep then passes it back over to him. At mention of the prom, she has to smile. "You learned to tie a proper bow tiw? Or are you not going for the tuxedo look? I appreciate you opted to learn, no matter which type, instead of resorting to a clip-on. It's a sign of good character."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< My best friend Ted taught me how to tie it this morning after several failed attempts at watching videos on how to do it. Sometimes my brain and my hands do not work together. Computers I understand, a tie is a challenge. >>

There is a small giggle from Jeremy as he brushes a hand through his hair, tucking it back behind an ear. He slips his phone off and taps it open, then scrolls to a picture before he holds it out to show her. It's him in a black tuxedo with red piping along the chest. A red vest beneath, along with a red tie. He just had it fitted and thus he is standing akwardly in front of a mirror with his phone up to take it.

<< Gray and I are wearing matching tuxedos and Rosie is wearing a really nice red and black dress. We all match. I don't know how to dance, but I am going to try it. It's the first and last dance I will ever be able to attend. >>

On the topic of work, he gives a nod of his head again.

<< I can help do all of that. Once the purchase is made, we should find a way to ensure that the surrounding land is considered private property, so that no one may stumble upon it. >>

Psylocke has posed:
"Is the land available for purchase currently? If not, we can track down owners and have our 'business' make an offer there as well."

Betsy then looked at the picture of him in the tux. "You clean up quite well, young man." A smile to show she's teasing him since he looks fine all the time of course. "Just an old saying. You are fine just as your usual self," she adds, remembering his autism and not wanting him to take that literally.

"There will be other dances. Not proms, no. But at college, if you attend. Even at work there are parties. And once you are of age, there will be clubs. I have no doubt you will have many opportunities to dance."

She does look a little more serious. "That is something I did want to bring up. You have quite the opportunity ahead of you with Stark Industries. Are you certain you want to wrap yourself up in all this?" She waves a hand toward the bunker but means X-Force as a whole. "It could destroy you were you to be found out."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I don't think I will find myself in many clubs. I don't like to be surrounded by loud people, flashing lights or music. It is very distracting and I am sure that those situations may smell bad. Young, sweaty bodies writhing around to music is hardly hygenic. >>

Jeremy's lips twitch upwards as he looks at the photo of himself, then holsters the phone once more on his shoulder. He gives a look at himself, wrapped in shadows and chains, then lifts his eyes back up at her.

<< I didn't always dress like this. I only did when they started to hit me at school. When they would attempt to take away my diginity and my ego. When they did things to my body that most people are ashamed to speak about. >>

Lifting a hand up, he rubs the back of his neck a few times with his black painted nails.

<< Now, I don't know what I would wear if I was to dress like other students. Black is an easy neutral color. It makes me feel strong. >>

To the rest, he slowly nods his head, then glances off to the side in thought.

<< I am very sure. Stark Industries is a job. This is a purpose. >>

He blows some hair from his face as he glances back at her, his eyes dark, unblinking as he tilts his head to one side slowly.

<< The benefit is that with X-Force, I will have checks and balances. >>

Psylocke has posed:
She considers a moment, weighing what he said with her concerns. She has read his record. Knows what he has done. Probably will continue to do. At least with the team, he will have people to pull him back from that edge if he goes too far. "So be it." And that was the end of that.

She did try to lighten the conversation, shifting back to clothing. "Far be it from me to ever tell someone how they should dress. I get enough of that judgement from people myself." Betsy smirks a bit at that then turns to head for the back exit. She wanted to check that out as well, to have given the place the full once over.

"You dress how you want when you want. Eventually you will find what is 'you'. If it is this, great. If it is something else, that's fine as well. We all evolve as our lives continue."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I like the way you dress. >>

Jeremy is honestly in his feedback as he shrugs his shoulders upwards with a smile on his face.

<< I think your uniform is very cool. >>

As he leads her through the bunker into a door that opens into a tunnel, he heads down with an easy gait as more LED lights flicker to life as they go, lighting their way towards the rear entrance. Once they come upon the elevator, he summons the doors open.

<< Each exit has a ladder to climb up also in the case of a technological malfunction. That is, if you are okay in climbing a mile up to the surface. >>

Psylocke has posed:
"Well, when given the choice of climbing that mile or not climbing it and remaining stuck underground forever, I think the climbing is a good option. We may need to add some physical fitness to our training routines. Once we have actual training routines."

She just smiled at his approval of her costume. Considering how much slack she got for it, it was nice not to be judged. Yet she liked it and it allowed her freedom of movement which is what she needed with her skill set. Adding to it was her body and she'd wear what she wanted.

Well, her body now. Ahem.

"Can you program it so I can bring some of the others to look? See what they think? Or you can bring them as well."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I was hoping that I wouldn't have to do push ups after I graduate. >>

Jeremy has filled out a bit over the year. He's put on some weight, and even started to gain some muscle beneath all of his clothing, even if he is still a lanky boy. At least he looks less like a twig and more like probably a soccer player who is starting out. Though, good luck getting him to kick a ball around a field.

<< I can program it to have a code or a pass phrase, or a biometric design. If they come with me and press their hand against it, I can create a unique profile for their fingerprints and heat signatures. It also has a retinal scanner. Mister Ambridge really was paranoid. >>

Once they take the elevator to the top, a silo like exit opens and they step out into a large field of farmland. He takes in deep breath of air, giving a look around.

<< What do you think? >>

Psylocke has posed:
"I think it will do very nicely," Betsy says as she looks around at the farmland. "I'll bring some of the others by to see if they agree. Though I've pretty much already made up my mind. Just down to the business we create making an offer and going from there. Hopefully we can knock at least half a million off. Maybe a full one."

She glanced around again. "Start researching who owns all the land around here. I'd like a good fifty acres at least. More would be preferred since we will eventually need a hidden hangar. Once we actually get some sort of aircraft. But for now, we'll just make due to normal transportation." She grinned a little. "Or normal for us."

SpyderByte has posed:
Nodding his head, Jeremy creates a bullet list of requests on his phone as they speak as his screen lights up and the words flow along it in a neat, concise manner. He gives a few scuffs of his foot along the ground to worry the grass beneath it into a smashed manner.

<< That is easy and I can have it all done by tomorrow. What do you think about the others that showed up for the meeting? Do you have opinions on them? >>

As his hands slide into his jacket pockets, he rocks some back and forth on his ankles as he keeps himself loose and limber. The backpack causes him to teeter some as the weight shifts with his contents. He probably has two laptops inside.

Psylocke has posed:
"Most of them, I've worked with before at some time or other. Though Alex and Lorna have been doing their own thing for some time." She turns around, spotting where the warehouse is in relation to this hidden exit. Then she starts to walk that direction, at a sedate pace. Good thing she didn't wear stiletto heels or she'd be having to walk on the ball of her foot to keep from sinking into the dirt with each step.

"Deadpool is the wild card." When she realized the phrasing, she smirked at herself. "I'm not sure what to think of him. I know he has a desire to do good, but I'm not sure how good he is at working with a team. Or even following orders. The little I know, he's generally been a solo act. A mercenary for hire, although he seemed to have some sort of limitations or code."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I see. >>

Jeremy says as he walks back along with her, swaying side to side as he goes, tilting his head upwards to the sky. It's almost midnight now, the moon rich in the dark sky and the stars twinkling from behind shades of painted clouds. He looks thoughtful for a long moment.

<< If this is a team that is built around stealth and tactical decision making, he is not qualified to really work in that type of composition. He strikes me as the type that will listen to about half a game plan, then yell LeeRoy Jenkins and yeet himself into the middle of a situation and cause the enemy to become aggro. I suppose if you need someone to create a focus of enemy combatant fire, he would work in that role. >>

As his shoulders lift, he gives a glance over towards her, his lips twitching upwards into a hint of a smile.

<< Do you think he will follow orders when given direction? >>

Psylocke has posed:
"That is the question, isn't it?" Psylocke says as she continues their stroll back toward his car. Her brow does furrow a moment at some of his terminology. "Leroy Jenkins? Was he a student?" Because she does not play video games nor live a life where she had heard the story of that particular player.

She continues. "Sometimes we will be on more open missions, where we will be going in hot. So in those situations, he may be helpful. And yes, if we need somewhere for fire to be focused, he is perfect since he'll get better. No matter what we do." The memory of the healing Deadpool was still disturbing.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< LeeRoy Jenkins is a known public figure of the early two-thousands. Video game reference. During a very complicated strategy, he broke off from team huddle, screamed his own name and charged head first into the enemy, which in turn got his entire team killed within seconds. He thought it was amusing. >>

Jeremy says as he continues on with their walk back towards the old lonely warehouse. His lips twitch upwards into a chuckle, though it sobers after a few moments as his mind strays to other thoughts.

<< Mm. >>

He gives a glance over towards her. He has things on his mind, though it appears he is struggling to get them out. His thoughts are loud though, even if a bit staticy, like a modem.