14413/Monkey business at Little Rock

Monkey business at Little Rock
Date of Scene:	28 May 2022
Location:	Maumelle Park, Little Rock, Arkansas
Synopsis:	Skye and Nick help Hawkeye with a bikini, a rose and a few coffins.
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Phantasm (Drago), Quake

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The flight from New York City had been uneventful and by mid-day, Skye Johnson, Nick Drago and Clint Barton arrived at Little Rock, Arkansas, before lunch time. They soon took possession of their rental vehicle, a mini camper van, which provided for more room for the trio and their luggage.

At the wheel, Clint headed toward the northern part of the city. Traffic at this time of day was light and the trio soon reached the city limits near the Arkansas River. Along the highway, a variety of businesses could be seen.

At some point along the way, it became clear that a very specific area along the road had been the center of what some could call, the "Strip". Obviously, this wasn't Las Vegas' Strip. Instead, a row of buildings with evocative colorful signs such as "The NuDen" or the "Stud-O-Mania" stood there, waiting for nighttime to open their doors.

It is in front of the NuDen that Clint turned and parked the camper van. Reaching for his half-broken Starkphone, the archer quickly checks something on it. While doing so, Clint glances over at Nick, watching any reaction from the rock star. From the large grin on the archer's face, he's enjoying this little stop to scare Nick about their destination.

"Alright," he says after a moment, "Mel's waiting for us. Shall we?" As he speaks, he puts the van into reverse, visibly - and hopefully? - this wasn't their final destination.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Clint's turn was a bit toward the back as he relinquished the seat beside Clint for Skye's usage. With the details of the 'musical interlude of some kind' being so few to make it to where he couldn't really plan much out, he ended up going with bringing one of the guitars. Not his preferred instrument of choice but- He highly doubted the violin was on request here and drum kits are HELL to get through last second commercial flights without the force of Shaw Studios backing him.

The ponytailed musician sits in back and he's oddly not wearing black today.The tee he wears is a deep red shirt. and the jeans he wears are a worn looking blue denim. On his head is a ballcap of about the same color as the shirt. Nothing designer. And a bit of wear to the attire. It appears someone made a special stop at the goodwill.

As the vehicle pulls to a stop, Nick glances up and turns his head to peer out one of the nearby windows. Seeing the suspect sign and buildings, a brow raises. Thoughts of Skye at the pizza place mentioning the bikini comes to mind before he looks over to Clint.

Nick's response is quiet but the general words forming upon his lips are not of the content nature.

Rather than repeat the words that were mouthed, it is better to just state that along with a general 'Oh hell no', there was a question to Clint's lineage thrown in as well.

Quake has posed:
Thank god the flight was okay. Finally she was aware of the way that Nat and May were when they were guests and not the pilots! Usually with SHIELD Skye felt better about the pilots. But commercial airlines? Eh..

When they were out, and driving around, Skye took close looks at the way they were driving.. in case. But when Clint pulled up to the NuDen, she chuckles. In sign she asked him, ~You're kidding right? A joke on Nick?~

At least she thought it was!

When they were still there, she frowns. Maybe Mel was meeting them there? Because she was certain that this wasn't the place.. unless they used the parking lot! Fortunately, he threw the van into reverse, and headed off to the prearranged place. He was just taking the extra time; probably they were early.

Or to make a joke. It was Clint. And he liked to laugh - especially if he was nervous. Putting her arm out she squeezed leg quickly as if to take, 'It'll be okay'.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Chuckling at Nick's reaction, the archer drives back on the road, headed north still. It only takes a few minutes to reach Maumelle Park and its campground by the Arkansas River. Skye knew him too well, she sensed correctly that the archer was pulling Nick's leg with that stop. By the time they reached their destination, Clint had stopped laughing at the good joke he played on Nick. "I guess I was desensitizing you, Nick," he says, chuckling.

A good portion of the park has been fenced around a large circus tent which, by the size of it, could probably welcome a thousand visitors.

Clint parked the camper van on the side of the large tent. This time, for good. Exiting the vehicle, the archer stretched, looking around as if waiting for someone.

Soon, a tall black figure emerged from the tent entrance, coming their way. Wearing a black top-hat, black formal dinner suit with tails and pinstriped slacks, and a vest over an immaculate white shirt completed with a red bow tie, the sixty-something bearded tall man walked towards the trio, a large smile appearing on his face as he just recognized Clint.

"Hawkeye, you old son of a gun, nice to see you!" Melville exclaims, his arms already open as he strode towards Clint before pulling the archer into a fierce bear hug. The hug is returned, a few seconds suspended in time, as it is obvious that the two men are happy to meet again.

Turning towards Skye and Nick who just joined him, the archer introduces his companions, "It's good to see you, Mel. And this is my friends, Skye and Nick. They'll help us fix your problem."

The older man offers his hand to shake Skye's, punching Clint on the shoulder while smiling at her, "Just by the way he's saying your name, Miss, I already know that you're more than a /friend/. Poor bastard will always be so shy! Tell me he treats you right, Miss?"

Then a hand is extended towards Nick, the older man narrowing his eyes for a moment, as if to recall something. "Nick, right," Melville says, lowering his voice, "I'd be a lousy showman if I didn't recognize you. I take it, if bow-boy here didn't present you officially, that you'd rather it remains this way." Beat. "And I'd be such a rotten showman if I didn't try to rope you in for the After Show."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Silent tirade completed. Nick doesn't do much more when Clint starts laughing aloud. As the camper moves away from the questionable venue, he turns his head away from the window, he tilts the head back to rest upon the headrest. His eyes close for the remainder of the trip. Either getting a nap while sitting up or doing his best to ignore Clint. Both are viable options here.

The slowdown causes for Nick to open his eyes once more. Seeing the campground, he susses out they're probably close to the ACTUAL destination and starts to look out the window. A glance is given to the tent as the vehicle moves up towards it and once the ride had come to a full and complete stop, the musician shuffles on out of the vehicle. Last because, well. The camper van IS a bit awkward with the back seats.

Nick is quiet as he watches the man coming out to join them. A brief exchange between Mel and Clint is more than enough to identify him as the man they were there to help. But it doesn't hurt for Clint to say that part out loud as well.

When the hand comes towards him, the musican reaches up the scarred arm to take Mel's, giving a nicer facial expression than the one he shot Clint with in the camper. There's a slight curl to the lip as Mel points out that he does recognize him and nods to the assumption that it'd be best not to point him out to those not as keyed into the entertainment world. "You'd assume right." Nick replies, "If it helps, you could just use my session name of Mike for the time being. No one really pays attention to music credits."

He breaks the handshake, "And you'll have to give more detail to what that After Show entails before I agree to anything."

Quake has posed:
With a grin on her face for the rest of the ride, she was quiet. Finally they made it, and she was impressed with Mel. Quite dapper! Quietly Clint introduced them and Skye /laughed/. At first because of the way Mel knew that she was far more than a friend; but else more so his recognizing Nick and trying to get him for the after show.

"Yes, I'm his girlfriend. Though you might find it funny, when I first met him, other than hating him.." Still laughing as she looked at Clint. "He took me out to his favourite pizza joint where there was a shrine made up to Hawkeye. That was the first time I found out he was Hawkeye." Pretending to lower her voice to tell Mel a secret, "I think he was put out that I didn't recognize him." She nods and answers his question with a crooked grin. "He treats me fine."

Actually he was pleasantly surprised. She really liked him for himself, not the Avenger.

"Normally I look after the computer side of things. But I think I might be able to help you, regardless." If her agent side couldn't, perhaps her Quake side could.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Melville tips his hat, stepping one pace back before bowing slightly.

"Mike," he says with a large grin, "The After Show is the closing act, or rather, a bonus act at the end of the show. It's only one or two songs, nothing more." Hey, would you trust a circus owner? Up to you.

On his side, Clint laughs good heartily at Skye's explanation, but he can't but add, "Hey, I know how to treat a woman," he protests, "And I sure as hell didn't learn it here!"

"Now listen to you, gaucho," Mel retorts, sharing in the laughter before nodding at Skye, "You being with him means you're not only resourceful, patient and gifted, but must be quite a force of nature."

That said, a somber look falls on the older man's face. "Come on, Clint," Melville invites, turning around and leading the way, "Bring your gillies to the backyard before my crew treat them like lot lice!" And again, with the same determined stride, the older man walks around the large circus tent.

Clint takes the time to grab his large sport bag - filled with his bow and arrows and a few clothes - and waits for his companions to get their bags as well. "I'll park it in the backyard later," the archer says before turning to follow Melville.

The backyard - typically where the circus crew and performers park their trailers - is off limits to strangers and towners but anyone walking along Melville there is treated like a friend. Here you can cross paths with the clowns, the acrobats, the big cats master and the support crew. The air is filled with various scents, from the fumes of the cookhouse to the manure of the wild beasts.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Ok that doesn't SOUND bad but... "We'll talk once the other thing is settled." The newly named Mike assures. "One thing at a time, right?"

When Mel's attention goes back to Clint and pointing out they should move to the back. Mike takes note that they're pulling their belongings out of the camper now. Well, this should be interesting.

He pops on and off, now carrying a bookbag and managing a rectangular case that's a tad longer than most suitcases. Based from the general shape it looks like the soft zippered case had wheels. and there was a hint that a handle could pop out. But also present was a strap. Mike slings the larger bag to where it rests (comfortably?) across his back while his hand holds on to the top strap of the bookbag.

Mike walks with the group, glancing about the camp area to get his general bearings of where they were going.

Quake has posed:
"Well, I might say he's got it worse dealing with me!" Between the undercover operation, the mess with her becoming Quake, and her parents.. sometimes he really did have it harder.

Following him, ~Gillies?~ When Clint explains the Skye she nods. "Ah! I can imagine. It's kind of the same for me. When I started my job, most people thought I was an IT person. If I could have a nickel for every one of those people, I would have had enough for a dinner." She laughs. "Did I tell you, Clint, I finally used my office?"

Carrying her backpack with her 'clothes', and her laptop (of course!) she looks around for a place to put it.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Gillies are non-carny folks," Clint explains out loud for Nick's benefii as they walk around the large tent to reach the backyard. Raising an eyebrow, the archer glances at Skye, "Used your office?" he wonders, "I'm not sure I knew you had one?"

The circus owner soon reaches the limits of the backyard, having passed rows of trailers, vans and even tents, all brightly colored, before stopping in front of the last trailer, parked fifty feet from the river. A colorful thing this trailer is, large clown faces have been painted on each side, their eyes strategically placed over the windows. "Here's your L.Q.," he announces, the same somber look on his face, "My Horse Opera team quit last week, can't blame them, given the circumstances. Also, the magician, so no disappearing act tonight. The crowd won't be happy. Anyway, this trailer is yours." And then a large smile reappears on the older man's face as he looks at Clint, then Skye and Mike.

"Let's get you settled in, so we can speak about the situation in private. We have a few hours before the night Come in time."

Clint nods, but before walking up the three steps leading inside the trailer, turns around to state, "If you guys don't want to sleep in here, there's also the camper van. I wasn't sure you guys would enjoy the /carny life/." That said in a tone which seems to indicate that the trailer will be where the archer would establish his quarters for now.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Mike would have shrugged but he's currently balancing a heavy load. "Even I got one." He replies, giving a bit of a smile. Granted he's got a roomie so it's technically also his, but being he's not using it, Insta-practice studio it is.

As the group reaches the trailer, the head tilts as he considers the exterior design of the place. Well, that's not creepy at all. He looks over to Mel as he brings up the listing of those who have quit, suspecting this trailer probably belonged to one of them at least. But Mike gives more of a curious glance to the description. "Horse...Opera?"

All against? Say neigh.

Mike climbs inside afterClint, glancing around the interior of the trailer to find a spot to set his bags down. He's currently undecided but figures it is best see what they're working with first before he decides where he sleeps.

Also, there's the factor of the potential roomies. If there's any possibility that this trailer's going to be a rockin' during this stay, that's probably more reason to consider the camper.

Quake has posed:
"Who knew? Apparently I've had one all along." Not to mention there are some perk with being a level five Agent.

As they look over the trailer, Skye shrugs. "For years I slept in Gertrude. This is palatial compared to that." But she frowns. Didn't he want her there? After all, they were still figuring out the relationship this time around. "Do you know where he's going to use us?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"The Horse Opera," Clints explains as he climbs the stairs, "Is the act with the cowboys, gun tricks and all. I used to be the Indian with my arrows." And as if to reassure Skye while answering her question, he adds, "You /are/ my partner. And you'll also be on stage tonight. I'll be the villain with the bow, and you'll be the poor girl in distress for me to rescue. Basic Horse Opera stuff, nothing complicated." The archer then glances over at Mike, but doesn't yet explain what his role would be.

The inside of the trailer is large enough to accommodate three persons for the night. It even has a lilliputian kitchen where a small microwave and coffee pot rest dangerously on a small pantry. There is also a table, a 3-place couch stuck between the table and the wall, and 2 extra stools. The couch can be used as an extra bed, while the larger bed can be found at the other end of the trailer.

There is /no/ bathroom or toilet. But the circus backyard is equipped with portable facilities in addition to those available at the camping ground service building.

Melville sits down on the couch, placing his top hat on the small table. The man looks tired as he waits for his guests to take a seat.

After a moment, Melville explains the situation. "It's the Baileys," he starts.

After dropping his bag on the large bed, Clint takes a seat on one of the stools, nodding at the mention of the Baileys. "Ol' time competitors," he fills in, "Always been causing troubles to the competition. Did they contact you lately?" the archer wonders.

The older man shakes his head affirmatively, "Yes, they sent me a note. Saying they will torch the whole place. I've got all my crew keeping an eye out for them, but I'm afraid they'll try their stunt during the show. And tonight's will be a straw house to boot." He pauses, looking at Skye and Mike. "Any suggestion?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Clint explains it, the more humerous interpretation fades from Mike's imagination. Ok. That makes more sense. "Ah ok." Being that Clint didn't bring up what he's doing but is looking pointedly at him. He tilts his head as the unspoken suggestion is not heard.

Man, Mike is NOT on his game tonight. Looks like it's going to have to be spelled out to him. But right now there's the dicussion of the larger threat going on. The mention of the note does gain his interest. "I assume you bagged the note at least?"

Quake has posed:
So she was half right. She was right about his bows and arrows, but perhaps not how she fits in. "Sooo.. it's not quite the same as shooting your arrows while I hold myself motionless on the board. You are going to be shooting at me, right?"

His declaration that she /was/ his partner was enough to chase those insecurities away.

As Mel explains the whole thing, and asks them 'do they have any ideas' to counter them, Skye looks serious. "You know no matter what, there are issues. But if you aren't going to pack up your bags and close the place down for good.."

/Now/ she takes out her laptop and asks to see the note.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The older man sighs, leaning against the wall behind him. His large hands reached for the inside pocket of his suit, producing the note that he places on the table. It's a printed document of a few lines, not signed, obviously. It reads:

//Mel, you've been warned. Your next show will be the last.//

Nodding at Mike, Mel adds, "I kept it, yes. But you see, they have the sheriff in with them, so I can't expect any help from the sheriff's office. Even if they left finger prints or even DNA on it, I don't have time to have it expertised."

The man seems quite distressed at this point, and Skye's question hits a sore spot.

"Miss, I can't close. I mean, yes, I will retire soon. But this show is sold out and I've put all my money on it. If I closed now, I'd be ruined and my family as well. And once I'm ruined, then these bums will fill the gap." Then Mel looks up at Clint, despair in his eyes, "Son, you know how hard I worked to have this gig running. I can't just close and die."

Clint shakes his head, determination in his eyes, "We'll catch them, Mel. Skye and Mike helping, we'll catch them red-handed. You'll have a thousand people as witnesses. Recorded and all. Trust us."

Taking a deep breath, then Clint explains his plan. "During the show, the three of us will do our acts and keep an eye around. We'll see them when they make their move. That's when we'll expose them. I'll be with Skye on the Horse Opera while Mike can be the calliope player for it, and then, do the disappearing act." Details about how this disappearing part would be done are left untold since Mel doesn't need to know of Nick's special abilities. But being able to disappear to follow the bums around would be perfect cover. "What do you think?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"No," Mike agrees, "But the Sheriff's office is not necessarily who'd you'd be giving it to when you have the time." He leaves the commentary to that as he looks back over to Clint, detailing what they will do. The mention of the calliope does provide a bit of context for the interlude. He gives a nod to that before he mentions the disappearing act. "Well, good news is this isn't the shortest notice I've gotten for a performance request before."

*Cough!*Hack!*Doom*COUGH**COUGH*

Mike looks over to Mel. "If you have any recordings of the past performances, I'd appreciate seeing them so I know what they're expecting." He pauses, "Anything of the After Show as well." Mike throws in.

Quake has posed:
"I know." Skye tries to smile at Mel. "Listen, you've got some of the best agents that SHIELD has working on your side." She doesn't mention they are off the clock, or that Nick wasn't part of that equation. "It's true that I make my living looking over the net, and breaking into places." Ahem. "What I haven't told you, is.. I've got a secondary set of skills."

She roams through the net, and it is too easy. "According to this, your friends have purchased a fuckload of dynamite. Hell the Policechief has them feeling good. They didn't even hide the fact. Can you keep an eye out, Nick.. Mike. You'll have an easier time wondering about as a musicman. Probably without people noticing."

After all, he has to chase after his monkey!

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Dynamite?" Clint frowns at that. The archer doesn't question this information, since Skye had previously led some research on the Baileys and their possible associates. Not to mention that he can't recall a single time when she had been wrong. "I have a good idea where they will put it for maximum impact. We'll be ready to expose them, and no one will be hurt."

It seems that the plan Clint and his friends have in mind finds approval with Mel. He's already standing, with a smile on his face.

"Clint," he says, a large hand landing on the archer's shoulder, "Skye. Nick. You are true god sent." Then he walks to the door, hat in hand, "I have details to look at. Mike? I'll have someone bring you a recording of the last show. The Come In time is at 7 p.m. In the meantime, go get your clothes from the wardrobe, and everything you need at the cookhouse. I'll see you shortly before Come in."

On that, Melville leaves the trio.

"This should be easy. I brought earpieces, so we can communicate at all times and catch them just in time for everyone to see," Clint states, not looking overly concerned. "Let's get our costumes first. Skye, I think you'll keep with your own, once you see what's available from the wardrobe. Then, whatabout we drop by the cookhouse for lunch? Or get something at the grease joint, then eat here?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The mention of Dynamite being purchased is definitely a concerning tidbit but he holds off on comment as Mel makes makes his leave, promising the needed items before show time.

Once Mel is gone, Mike looks over to the other two. "I'm not sure they would use dynamite in a way to directly harm the attendees." Mike comments, "Taking over after putting him out of business wouldn't work very well if they end up being on the hook for murder."

The options for food are considered as they're presented. Mike shrugs. "Depends on what's more important. Keeping a low profile or getting a feel for the other peformers?"

Quake has posed:
Just to be certain, Skye looked at the net one more time. Nope. They were using dynamite (wtf??). And if Clint knew whereabouts they were going to lay it..

Skye nodded. "They're probably going to blow everything up, and leave it in smithereens, seeing as Mel hasn't bothered to listen to them before now. Probably a warning for another victim as well. We can destroy them; what do you think we would do to you."

The whole thing makes her sick.

As for her costume.. "This one.." She pats the backpack. "..is perfect. It goes with my gloves." Remember? She has to cover up her bracers!

"You forget, Nick, the Chief of Police is in on it. He runs the whole kit and kaboodle. He would explain it that Mel had tried to get the insurance money, but didn't quite have the timing, and blew the whole thing earlier than expected. His witnesses would attest to that. He might even try to get someone hurt for exactly that."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
While they discuss the situation and plan, Clint decides to check if there is any coffee and cups in this place. Where there's a coffee machine, there should be cups. And indeed, the archer finds the desirable items along with actual coffee and water.

"Oh yeah, it /does/ fits you perfectly," Clint says, winking at his partner. More seriously he adds, "Skye has a point, they could say whatever and the sheriff would make it the truth. They aren't the sharpest pens in the box," Clint points out as he starts to fix some coffee, "And with the sheriff on their side, they probably think they're safe." He pauses, thinking, before adding, "It's not the business itself they are after, but the niche. They have their own gig, they just can't deal with having any competition. I can see them paying a couple guys to do the dirty job.

Soon the smell of fresh coffee fills the small trailer. "Now, good question, /Mike/. Should we keep a low profile or go look around? I'd bet by now, everyone knows about us, the /strangers/. Mel most likely announced a replacement for the House Opera act just arrived. And we need costumes, you and I," he finishes, pointing at Mike and then himself. "Let's go get the costumes and the grub, while Skye changes into hers?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I'm not forgetting." Mike responds, "But there's those who even the Chief of Police reports to. And if they're illegally using explosives I have a feeling the ATF would want to have something to say about that. And should someone have a lovely information packet explaining just who BOUGHT the dynamite. Well...some choice words would definitely be said."

Mike frowns as a thought comes to mind, "They got any relatives in that bureau?"

The reminder about the costume fitting does bring Mike on track. And true. Skye would probably NOT want at least one of them in the trailer while she changes outfits.

"Yeah ok. Costumes. Right."

Quake has posed:
As Clint tells Nick, they should get out of here and let Skye put on her outfit, she shook her head. "What's the matter, Hotshot? Afraid I would distract you?" Of course she was joking.

Nick had a reasonable point though. "You don't believe it goes further up, do you?" Looking between the two men. With Nick's problem, everyone was suspect. Skye hadn't been so suspicious since her first year with SHIELD.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Alright then," Clint says, turning to the door. "I'd like to be distracted, but now isn't really the time. Come on, Mike, let's get clothes and food. Coffee will be ready when we come back." With that, Clint exists, waiting outside for the rock star.

Finding the wardrobe trailer isn't difficult, once you have located the clowns' alley closest to the back entrance to the tent, then you are close to the wardrobe. Since it's still hours before the doors open, not many artists can be found in the specialized trainer.

But there is always a crew in attendance for last-minute repairs and whatnot. Clint and Mike definitely fall under this category of whatnot in the eyes of the seamstress, artists needing /everything/ at the last minute.

"Of course, Mel will send me fourty-milers," the woman managing the wardrobe grumbles. Show days are demanding, and the middle-aged woman doesn't seem to have much time for the two newcomers. "Lemme guess. One marksman without a bow, and one magician without a hat." She turns around, bends and pulls a straw basket full of clothes, throwing some here, and some there.

"Don't mistake us for firsts-of-may," Clint says, waiting patiently, offering his best smile. "But yeah, one Horse Opera and one magician. You've got a good eye. And you know exactly which acts weren't filled yet."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I don't think there is a relative that far up." Mike admits, nodding to Clint, "As he said, they're not the sharpest-" He pauses, not finishing the sentence. Something about the phrasing didn't work for him. "Just. I don't know. Kind of a Murphy's Law thing. If we don't check, there is. If we do check, there isn't. I'd rather it be the latter."

Mike watches Clint step out. "Uh I'll leave you alone now." He gives an apologetic look before following after the archer.

The trip over to the wardrobe trailer goes by without incident which gives the two men plenty of time to indirectly be chastized by wardrobe management. It is around this point that Mike utilizes the smile. Not THAT one. The good one. "We do appreciate the work you're putting in here." He adds in as comment, acknowledging the last second nature of throwing together their costumes.

Quake has posed:
When the boys left, what she was left with was one scantily clad bikini, and two opera gloves. The top barely covered, which considering her bust size was really unbelievable. (How did they cover up for ladies with bigger bosoms than Skye??) And believe it or not, the bottom was even smaller - though it had a wrap at the back dangling to mid-thigh.

The only piece that was properly fitted to her was the gloves!

All in all, it was a perfect costume for the circus.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
And Nick is right. On both accounts. The /nice/ smile does have an effect on the wowman, along with the /kind/ words of acknowledgment.

In a moment, both sets of costumes are placed over the counter. One plaid lined buckskin fringe, maroon jacket and pants with cowboy boots - one sized, fits all, deal with them - and one black suit and vest, white shirt, black shoes from the same fits-all manufacturer and top hat. And to thank Nick for his good manners, "Here. A red rose. You'll be perfect." This done, the woman returns to more important duties, such as attaching feathers to headdress.

Finding the grease joint is even easier than finding the wardrobe. You find it with your nose, by following the smell. The grease joint, as it's called, is where one can find greasy food that sane people should not eat on a daily basis in order to remain healthy. But here and there, a hotdog or hamburger can't kill you.

Which is exactly what Clint gets there, two hotdogs, a cheeseburger and French fries all thrown on a fit-all cardboard plate. That done, he waits for Nick to get his food. "If we want snacks later, I'll go to the pie-car."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Mike accepts the costume plus the added rose. He gives a nod of thanks, running a finger along the added accessory. "Thank you very much." Not wishing to distract the woman much further from her job he makes his leave, following Clint.

His collection from the grease joint is not as substantial as Clint's. Not knowing yet what any of the acts require for him, he opts for caution with his food choices. He ends up getting a burger and bottle of water. That should be enough for now. Besides there's always that...pie-car later according to Clint. Food selections in hands, he moves back towards Clint before they start heading back to the trailer.

Quake has posed:
It took twice as long to dress as to put on her makeup. Unlike Nick Skye'd had a few days to prepare for this. As far as she was concerned she'd done a bang up job. Right down to the glitter on her eyes!

A bit of blush, and lipgloss and she was done.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Just as Nick and Clint were coming back to the trailer, a young lad ran to the trailer with an envelope. The teenager didn't ask any question - he was most likely given a description of the two men. "For you!" Envelop delivered, the boy ran away. "Just in time," Clint says as he takes the envelope, "USB key, probably the recording."

As he steps in the trailer, the archer almost drops costume, plate and USB key as he stares at Skye in this revealing outfit.

"Damn," is all he says, as he stands there, almost frozen, a large smile on his face. Sensing Nick walking behind him brings him back to reality, and the archer places the plate and key on the table.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Coming in last, Mike steps into the trailer. Hands full, balancing the costume and food. He pauses for a moment looking to the swimsuit wearing Skye. He's quiet for a moment before turning away, walking over to the section of table furthest from Skye. The costume is set on an empty spot on the sofa and his food placed on the table.

Mike pulls up a stool and sits, unwrapping the burger to take a bite. First thing's first. Food. Then video. Then Costume.

Quake has posed:
That was all that she had wanted.

Skye grins. "What do you think? Am I ready?" She knows the sound of a USB key. Intimately. And immediately sobers up. "I know we all should be aware, but this is a lot of pressure on you Nick. Are you ready for it?"

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"Am I ready, she asks," Clint laughs, trying his best to keep his mind to the planning part of the operation. Sitting on the other stool, the archer grabs a hotdog and proceeds to eat while Skye has the key inserted and the recording started.

Like all circus, even if this one is from another age, the main attraction under the large colorful tent is the central circle, covered with sand. The difference here is that, due to the lesser use of animals in the main show, a central platform has been built in the middle of this central circle where the many acts are performed. Beneath it is a close space, used to hide circus apparatus from the crowd. A small door in the back provided access to this space that is not used during the shows.

It seems the whole show had been recorded, so a quick fast-forward brings the images just as the magician walks on the stage. There are two large coffin-shaped black boxes placed on tables at about 20 feet of each others, with red drape covering the space between each box and the floor. The magician - previous user of the costume Nick is now in possession of - does his little speech when his female assistant joins him on stage. After some more talking, the magician lies down in one of the coffin-shaped box. The assistant lifts the red drape to prove that no trick is going on. And that's it for now. In a few minutes, the crowd will expect that his magic worked and that he will raise from the second box. The whole is accompanied of classical-like music of undescriptive nature.

While this magic is supposed to take place, the interval is when the Horse Opera takes place.

This act is of the most classical feature, with the assistant being first shackled at the wrists and ankles to a large rotating board. A large leather strap is also fastened around her waist, for support. Once she is securely attached to the board, the marksman moves to about 40 feet from the target. The board then starts rotating. Each time one of the shackle mechanism is hit and released, the spinning motion increases. The trick is, that the ankles must be freed first in order for the assistant to be able to maintain her position. But this cannot last long either, for once only one wrist is left to unlock, by then the board is spinning dangerously fast and she only has one wrist and the waist belt to maintain her in position. This act is also accompanied of what is supposed to sound like drama beat played on the calliope. Very old school. Like all the show is revealed to be. Nonetheless, the house is full, so maybe parts of the show they didn't look at were more interesting.

Once the Horse Opera bit is done - which took a good 30 minutes, the assistant walks to the second coffin-shaped box and opens it. But there's no magician in it! She then checks the first one - all along talking to the crowd - and he's not there even! Then the assistant looks around, searching. At some point, she goes at the back of the stage and pulls on the curtains, but nothing here. That is when the calliope, mounted on wheels, appears moving around the central stand, with the magician playing the music.

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Nick chews quietly for a few more moments before swallowing the initial bite of food. "Right now I'm kind of treating this like a session musician gig. Little to no rehearsal time. And the video should be the equivalent of getting the general break down of what the client wants. Add in the element of limited takes and-"

He shrugs, "We'll figure it out."

Mike watches the video attentively, looking to the order of events being performed. "...Ok so once that box closes, I use my ability to pop out unseen, run to the calliope, then do the music, and when the assistant op-"

Mike pauses, "Do I even have an assistant?"

What the hell type of show is this?!

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Watching the video Skye nods at various points, looking very serious. "I know it will be you, Hotshot, but.. holy shit. I mean how can you trust somebody not as good as you to do /that/?"

She waves her hand at the laptop.

She's in for a pound, though. God help us.

Though she has to chuckle at Nick. "Do you see any assistant, hrm?"

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The archer watches the video as well, almost bursting in laughter as Skye comments on the acts, then nodding at Nick, "Yup, only one assistant. Watching this, no wonder the marksman has left and there's only one assistant." He smiles then at Skye, "Ours truly, I mean, mine, Skye."

Done with eating, having left the hamburger and fries for Skye, the archer stands and moves toward the end of the trailer, costume in hand. It had been years - a lifetime - since he donned this costume. Of course, it is not exactly the same, sheesh, he would never fit in his old one. At least, the wardrobe woman has a good eye for sizes. Soon, Clint had discarded his t-shirt and jeans, returning to the kitchen/dining room of the trailer, clad in his maroon fringed buckskin cowboy jacket.

First order for him now, is to get a cup of coffee, which is quickly done. This time also gave him the opportunity to think about the act. "Nick," he says, sitting back on the stool, weirdly not minding at all the cowboy outfit, "It is during the vanishing act, that you'd go around and check closed spaces we can't keep an eye on, such as under the stage. We'll all have our earpieces for communication. If you spot them somewhere, you'll alert us right away. What do you think guys?"

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Mike ends up changing last. Being that he's not the one currently dating the lady in the trailer, he makes use of the curtain present in the trailer. The wardrobe manager definitely knew her stuff as magician's outfit, while stereotypical, fit Mike well. The long sleeves will do well to hide his most notable scar and true to what was said, the flower was a nice touch.

The hat and cape is left to the side as the musician moves over to the bookbag. Pulling out a kit, he moves over to the mirror to apply a bit of stage makeup. Nothing blatently obvious, but a few changes to the contours to make him seem less Drago or Mike-ish.

"I'll have to make it quick if I'm also providing the music for part of your act." Mike points out, keeping his head still as he does his work, "But yeah. Once I'm out of the box I'll peek around." He pauses, "Mind you I don't know the layout of the place so maybe we should go in early for a walk through? Seems reasonable for a trio of last second replacements, right?"

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Mmmm hamburger. And fries! Skye munched on those fries as she watched the video again, stopping and starting several times.

"Our portion is easier, really." Ha! Easy! Then again it speaks for how much she places her life into Clint's hands. "When I am spinning around I'm not going to be much help. But before.. and after.." If there is an after. "Do you know if there is any time to wander through the crowds? It would be a great time to check on the foundations, and look at the people who look hinkey."

She was so engrossed with the video she missed Nick changing. And further, she forgot that she was in a costume that barely covered her up. Probably less fabric than her normal bras and panties.

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Clint drinks the coffee, nodding here and there at his companions' suggestions.

"Yes, and yes," he replies to both suggestions. "All is a matter of timing. I don't think they'll want to kill people in the crowd, after all, they would be their future spectators and it would kill the business." That said, the archer stands and returns the empty cup to the diminutive pantry.

"No, they'll want to make a show of it. And what would be a better place than the central stage, where we'll be?" Reaching for the magician cape that Nick didn't put on yet, he holds it open before him, "I agree with you, we should at least get a better idea of the layout. Grand stand, and central stage. Come in is one hour before the show starts, we'll keep an eye on everyone coming in. Including the crew. Skye?" He then grins, slightly shaking the cape before him, "It might be dangerous for you to cross the backyard in this, hrm, most revealing and highly enticing apparel. Put the cape on?"

Is he really thinking she couldn't defend herself, or just a bit jealous, not wanting the tire-eyed crew to get too much of an eyeful of his girlfriend?

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Mike turns his head, the combination of the makeup and the light does the rest with changing the appearance of his facial shape. He looks to the open cape and then towards the Skye, taking note of the glittery add-ons.

"Well, if we don't get blown up, don't tell the others I got killed by the Wardobe Wrangler for getting glitter in her cape." He pauses. "Although the possible looks you get explaining that might be worth it."

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Skye looks at Clint. "Huh? Oh! I guess. It's just a costume, after all. Besides, nobody will be touching me unless I approve, regardless of what I am wearing. But, I guess, the cape does add some oh la la."

Pause.

"You aren't worried about me picking up somebody else, are you?" She wears a crooked grin. "You know my thoughts on that. Besides, think of it this way, they would all be jealous of you."

Taking a bite of the hamburger over a napkin to keep her costume clean. "Right. Look around the audience. Look for the dynamite in the main circle."

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"We're in no hurry, you can finish eating," Clint says, letting Skye take the cape from his hands. "I know that lot," the archer adds, "They'd be taking pics of you all around, and not the most flattering shots."

Glancing at Nick, Clint nods, chuckling. "Yeah, mad as a wet cat, she could do me some damage!"

That said, the archer/cowboy exits the trailer - really, it would need more aeration in there - and waits for his companions.

Around, the activity has reached a higher level already, only a few hours before the show. It's really a typical - one would say, from another time - type of circus. Although there are no elephants nowadays, and even the big cats might have been sent to a feline retirement home. What does remain, though, is mostly your classic troop of clowns - none called Krusty, hopefully - contortionists, fire eaters, jugglers, trapeze artists, and a few capuchins that the kids love.

Right now, teenagers are running around with props, costumes, and whatnot, as the last minutes preparations are going on.

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Finishing up his makeup, Mike closes up his kit and moves back to his bookbag, sliding the container back in. Grabbing his hat, he steps out, leaving Skye the duty of bringing his cape to the show.

While familiar with certain types of show business, the prepwork going around does get a bit of a glance from Mike for a few moments. It kind of reminds him of a music festival really. Except for the monkeys. Those wouldn't have gotten past security. (Honestly, there's always SOMEONE in the crowd who decides to dress up as Waldo.)

The presense of the fire eaters does cause for him to look to Clint. If there was a point dynamite would be most problematic, it'd probably be when someone was waving around a big flaming stick.

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Skye laughs as they joke about the costume mistress. "I'm glad I didn't have to meet her." A pause. "Wait, she was okay with my choice?" Suddenly nervous.

The hamburger, though, was amazing.

Walking around the circus (with her cape on!) she was amazed at the number of people who /did/ take her picture. Whispering to the guys, "You kidding, right? I would have guess they would be used to it. "

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The archer had grabbed his bag before leaving, in case there wasn't time enough to return to the trailer before the show started. The creeps taking photos of Skye are given a menacing look from Clint, and for most, it's enough to turn their attention elsewhere.

"Skye," he says in a low voice, "I /live/ with you, and god help, I'll never get used to you." Obviously, there's more to it than the words can convey, and now is not the moment the archer choses to elaborate on.

They have a mission.

As they reaches the large tent, true to his words, Melville is there, looking after the last preparations. The circus owner soon spots his /guests/ artists of the night, and strides in their direction.

"Damnit boy," he says, slapping Clint on the shoulder, "Looking at you, I feel twenty years younger."

Melville then looks Skye over, quickly, not wanting to look like an old pervert. "My dear," he says, "You better think of payback already for bow-boy, for putting you through this!"

Laughing still, then the owner looks at Mike with an appreciative look. "I've heard Imelda likes you," he grins, "See? She even added the rose. Anyone that makes her happy on a show day, earns double pay." And, leaning just a bit closer to Nick, adds, "I've got the soundtrack of your most popular songs. For the After Show, if you're up to it."

That said, Melville walks toward the central stage, built in the middle of the large sandy circle. The stand is about eight feet high, with a wooden structure. For the three sides facing the audience, royal blue drapes cover the structure, while the back has been left bare, showing a small door giving access inside where props and maintenance tools are stored.

"Alrigh guys," Melville says, "Look at your equipment, and if you have any question, just holler." He pauses, looking at Clint. "And don't you forget to miss."

Clint blinks, then frowns. "I don't miss."

"Well, you must. What good Horse Opera would it be without a miss, what, no drama? C'mon, boy!" And before the archer can protest again, Mel is already gone, having other things to look after.

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Mike leaves the rectangular case behind. He saw nothing in the provided footage that indicated he would need it. Hearing Skye's comment about being 'used to it' he chuckles, "If there's something to look at, they're going to look."

Upon entering the tent, Mike glances around, getting a general feel for the layout of the tent. When Melville brings up the wardrobe mistress, he gives a small smile in response to the other man's grin. "Well, It's good to acknowledge the behind the scenes people for getting things done." Eyes look to the rose as it is brought up. Is there some type of categorizing thing with the rose? "...Didn't she give that to the previous guy?"

The offer about the music for the after show is noted. But that will be decided on after they look into matters here.

He watches Melville head off and then looks to Clint. "What if that 'miss' was a shot into the coffin I had gotten stuffed into?"

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Skye just doesn't get that. Now if she were like Natasha.. woohee.. But her? *shrugs*

~Keyboard/Skye loves Clint/Hotshot~ She signs. She understands that much.

When they make it to Melville she nods, listening to him. "Gotcha." Though she had to chuckles about the red rose. "So that's why she sent it! Mike's got an admirer." As to Clint not missing, Skye has no worries. "I'd be safe even with his eyes closed shut. He won't miss."

Of that, she is sure. .. on the other hand a purposeful miss is different. She looks at Clint questioning. "What do you think? I could stop one too. Up to you. You know the circus crowds."

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There are crews around, working to the last preparations for the show. But the grand stand is still void of any spectators, perfect time for inspection.

The archer is visibly annoyed by the idea of missing. No. F**ing. Way. So Mike's suggestion to miss and hit the coffin instead seems a good alternative. "That could make more drama, thinking that you might be hurt or something." As for Skye's suggestion, "They would not /see/ you stopping it, just see an arrow stop mid-air, and they wouldn't get it." He then winks at her, leans forward to steal a kiss before turning to the stand.

"Alright, let's have a look at the stand, then up to the stage and equipment there. I do need to see the shackles on the target."

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Also with the ear piece I'd be able to tell you when I'm clear of the box." Mike adds in, looking to the stage area they are to check. "We should also check the Calliope. That's a lot of pipes and a box structure on a rolling platform."

As the group makes their rounds, Mike's attention in particular focuses on the stage area where he's working. The coffins are checked, underneath the central stage, and inside the access area where the props and maintenance supplies are being stored.

He shuffles back out. Turning to go check that durn Calliope. Last time he checked he was playing a magician and not a Phantom. So the last thing he wanted to see when pressing those keys was for the grasshopper to jump jolley high!

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Clint was right - they wouldn't see the arrow stop in midair. More to the point, it would give up their advantage. So far she had used her abilities very sparingly. As far as SHIELD knew they put Skye out there, she was an expert hacker. Most of the time. Here? She was Harkeye's assistance. Nothing more.

Mind you, she wasn't going to be picky about the kiss as an alternative instead!

After Melville exits, Skye checks over the central stage, presumably to find out how many steps to where she will be a 'prisoner'. Really she's not worried about that. And besides it will keep people's eyes on her while Clint and Nick checked the harder spots.

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After a moment, Clint returns from the inspection of the grand stand. It's a huge metallic affair, with bare comfort for the spectators. Underneath is a maze of metallic supports and bars. But no trace of anything suspicious, not even some clues about the crew drinking more than sodas and smoking weed.

Shaking his head, the archer then joins his /assistant/ on the main stage and goes directly to the revolving panel or board, a white thing on which four shackles are fastened. Basic mechanism, no trick there, easy to release. This, at least, didn't change over the years.

"You ok with this, Keyboard?" he asks her in a low voice. "If we spot the guys too far from us, will you be able to neutralize them, or something?"

Just as he speaks, the large drapes covering the entrance are pushed aside and the crowd starts filling the grand stand.

The show must go on!



"Ok, guys, let's regroup behind the stage. We'll keep an eye on the crowd, until our time to show." Clint says over the earpiece. Being behind the stage will also leave Nick time enough to finish inspecting the calliope.

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Already on his way backstage, Mike uses the hidden area to essentially lift himself up on the bench area of the device. Leaning forward he glances down, checking for any indications of something blocking the light from the notches near the end of the pipes. After that, he hops off to go to the other side to access the back hatch of the instrument to check inside.

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Skye shakes her head yes. "Provided you free one of my hands, yeah. I think so." She hopes so.

Then it's showtime! She plasters on a fake big smile, and pretends that for the next hour or two all she lives for is the circus.

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A few minutes later, ambient music can be heard under the large tent, clows start running around the large sandy circle, throwing balloons to the audience, others giving animal-shaped balloons to little kids. Then, the lights are dimmed and Melville walks in front of the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome!" Melville starts, then going on about how the show is unique, amazing and all, including the "most renown magician" and the "best marksman and their lovely assistant".

Hopefully, the orders in which the acts are presented positions the magic and marksmanship acts not far in line. Once the trapeze artists are done - without any broken bones - it's soon Mike the Amazing Magician's turn.

Since Mike will soon disappear in his coffin, assisted by Skye, Clint joins them on the stage, staying behind, waiting for his time.

Melville, unseen, takes the microphone to announce. "And NOW! Mike the Amazing will present the most extraordinary feat. The great disappearance act, one that only the Great Houdini himself has ever done!" Round of applauses. "Then, while he will work his magic, Hawkman, the best marksman in the world, will try to deliver his assistant from the Wheeeeeeeeeeeeel offffffffff DEATH!!!!!!" More applause.

Circus were never known to be humble, accurate or exact in their presentations.

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With the cape returned to him, Mike puts it on, letting it rest comfortably upon his shoulders. When it is time for them to get into position. Mike gets into general character, puts on his hat and makes his way out. Upon his bit being announced, he lifts up a hand with a flourish, jerking the cape in such a way that a small cloud of glitter flutters out, catching the stage lights. He waves.

Oh yes. He can see himself falling out of favor with Imelda quite soon.

But it was cool, huh?

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As Skye accompanies Mike out, she decided to add a little bit - make it more believable. When Mike was really to put himself into the coffin, she kisses him on the cheek! After all, Hawkman is supposed to run away with her and lock her up into the Wheel of Death. What could be better than a little jealousy between the acts?

Take that Monsieur Harkman/Phantom of the Opera!

(Skye really hopes that Clint will take it in the right way.)

With the glitter cloud between them, and the kiss done, she backs off. Expecting, the next part will be her capture!

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It was to be expected, among the applause were some strident whistles directed at Skye, like you could expect in any crowd in front of which a barely clothed beauty hits the stage.

Then the whistles get louder as the kiss is given to the Magician, with some extra woooohooooos among them.

On the other side of the stage, Clint waits for his time. Oh, he did not miss the kiss, but there's nothing he can do about it, at least until Mike goes down in the coffin and Skye closes the top. Then, then the archer will do his part.

As he waits for his tour, the archer keeps glancing around for any suspicious movement. And yes, he spots something right away. Back in the shadow of the Wheel of Death, Clint uses the earpiece, "Nick. Once you vanished, can you check again under the stage? I've seen Bozo get in there, just to be safe he's not planning our funerals?"

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After repeating the speech that was given in the recording, Mike sets out with the help of his assistant to show that both of the coffins were empty. After closing up the second one he prepares to get into the first box.

Feeling the kiss upon his cheek. Mike looks to Skye and then to the audience playing that up with a grand smile. Likely not natural for up close camera work but for the distance the audience is position, it conveys the added story element to it.

And zoop! Into the box Mike goes! Upon the lid closing on top of him, he sets to work by Phantasming himself. A few moments in darkness of preparing, his appearance, he closes his eyes and falls through the bottom of the coffin unseen. And then through the stage itself.

AND NOW!

Mike's going to sneak around.

He looks around. "Alright, under the stage looking."

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The kiss worked. Everyone was going crazy.. except.. That was what she was waiting for. If they weren't part of the guests.. they wouldn't be part of the woohoos. And that's what, hopefully, Clint had noticed.

Walking around the main stage, Skye looked pleased. The Hawkman should be plenty jealous! And hopefully, the guests would still be watching her. From looking very woohoo, to trying to get herself free of the Hawkman. The whole time the bad guys wouldn't be worried about the whole show, and Clint and Nick should be able to pick them out.

At least that was the plan.

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Now that Mike the Magician is out of sight - checking under the stage - the show must go on! For this part, a recording of the calliope music is playing - until such time as a real musician is hired or available!

On cue, Hawkeye walks out of the shadow, bow in hand and quiver on his back. He offers Skye a large grin - you know, one of his famous hawkeyish grins.

Gently, but firmly, the archer helps Skye get in position against the Wheel of Death, securing her ankles and wrists in the metal shackles, and her waist with the leather strap.

With her in this position, and before the wheel starts to rotate, Clint leans forward and kisses Skye, properly, far from being in a brotherly fashion.

Melville won't like it, this is supposed to be a "Sunday school show", a clean show. Too bad. The audience, in the other hand, does appreciate the kind of funny drama of the Hawkman getting even with the vixen.

"Get ready", he tells her in a whisper. "If Nick finds something under the stage, I'll want you to shake the whole thing to the ground, so the crowd can see them red-handed while the cameras are rollin'." Beat. "Love you, babe."

With that, Clint walks to the other end of the stage, bow in hand, as the Wheel of Death starts spinning, and takes aim.

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Seeing a form shifting around, Mike blinks. Oh you've got to-

'Bozo's setting up dynamite.' He mutters into the com, trying to keep the volume low so the clown is not alerted over the cheers and hoots of the crowd.

Taking advantage of his unseen state and not trustingthe musician slinks towards Bozo. Just in case.

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OH! The Hawyman was twirling a non-existent moustache!

The crowd goes nuts.

And when Skye tried to get out of his clutches.. She failed and 'beat' upon his chest, until every limb was fastened upon the Wheel of Death. She even rattled her limbs afterwards - partly to check how much room was there, and also to sell it to the crowd.

But that kiss! Oh la la, that kiss. For a moment she almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing!

She nods just once to let him know she's ready. Soon the earpiece said, from Nick, he's got trouble.. Right on time.

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Just as Clint was about to shoot his first arrow, the message came over the com. Skye would have heard it also.

"Copy that," Clint whispers back. A nod is given to his assistant that has nothing to do with the show. It's what some could perceive as an "operational" nod.

There's no time to waste in faking missing a shot - Melville or not.

They want marksmanship? Here it is.

One shot, two arrows, two ankle shackles freed.

"Wait that Nick reports and is out," he whispers in the coms, "Then bring that stage to the ground."

That said, and even if the Wheel is already spinning faster, one more shot, two arrows, two wrist shackles freed. Good thing is, the Wheel is automatically brought to its original, non-spinning state, once the four shackles are freed.

As soon as Nick reports, Skye will be able to do her trick. The crowd will love it! Unexpected!

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It's a good thing tha Mike is hearing what's being said in the coms because he was more or less planning to wait down there and clothesline the guy. He closes his eyes, taking a flying leap out from under the stage to instead land backstage.

'I'm out.' Mike replies back, giving Skye the go ahead.

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This is what she told Melville was her secondary skill. Well, sort of. She hadn't really mentioned /what/ it was, just that she had one. For all she knew, Melville might have thought her stage presence was it.

Not so.

Once Skye had stabilized and pinpointed to direction, gone was the big smile, and kisses. Instead, she was serious, and was walking towards the badguy with her outstretched. Sending a vibration that makes him motionless.

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The stage being a temporary structure, is mostly made of planks across four beams. As Skye aims her hands toward the guy below, the stage starts to crumble to the ground, the coffins end up thrown in the front, still closed, and the Wheel of Death falls on the side. Most of the planks fall directly below, without causing lethal injuries to Bozo.

The crowd is quite excited by this show, and starts laughing as Clint pulls the planks from the wreckage, just enough to make Bozo visible, and coincidently, with two red sticks of dynamite by his side. The cameras can't miss him. Thanks to Skye, Bozo's done acting, and his next show will be in a federal prison.

Meanwhile, there are murmurs in the crowd. Soon it becomes obvious that the spectators are wondering where the magician went. Concern visibly grows. Is he in one of the coffins? Around the sandy circle, the clowns get ready to intervene with the "Stars and Stripes Forever" hymn, the circus "disaster march" to distract the crowd in case of accidents. But for now, they remain at the ready, everyone - but Skye and Clint - wondering where Mike went and if he's safe.

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With Bozo caught red handed and Clint standing nearby, there's not much left to do for Mike except to finish off the bit. With a quick leap he hops over to a quiet part backstage and after making a cautious glance to see no one watching that area in particular, he unphantasms and moves to the Calliope.

The tape is cut off and he starts to play the music as the instrument starts to roll forward in the view of the crowd, spinning around to show him at the seat. Mike lifts up a hand to wave to the crowd, grinning.

Good news everybody! No one died!

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Skye has to grin at Mike's reappearance. Show stealer!

Once Bozo was trapped there wasn't much to do for Skye. She nodded at Clint. Everythings a-okay from her end. And if the rumours were true, Nick was throwing an after party!

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At the sight of Mike the Amazing Magician playing the wheeled calliope, the crowd stands as one, clapping and cheering for a good five minutes. All concern gone for the magician's safety, now the spectators applaud a well-rounded magic trick! Little do they know. To them, this is, without a doubt, Melville's best show ever! Too bad, it won't be repeated.

During this time, Bozo is quickly taken care of, with Clint keeping an eye on him as he's escorted to the backyard. The archer nods back at his /assistant/, smiling. A job well done. Bombing being a federal offense, the sheriff's office won't have a say in the inquiry. Count on the Feds to get to the bottom of this affair.

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With the perpetrator caught and the audience applauding the act seems to have gone over well. Once the song is finished, Mike stops playing. He hops off the now stopped Calliope, cape fluttering on his trip downwards before he plants himself firmly on the ground. Mike twirls on his feet in one circle before he bows. He straightens up and then uses both hands to direct the audiences attention to the assistant and Hawkman.