2983/Research Raiding

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Research Raiding
Date of Scene: 27 October 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Albert Wesker, Wu, 1326




Albert Wesker has posed:
After obtaining the Wayne Tech Viral-Bacterial Gene Scanner. Wesker has needed to get hold of several chemicals to enable him to produce a cure for the T-virus. So right now he's been working to hack into and obtain a list of special chemicals that are hard and exotic. Unfortunately while he knows how to create an Anti virus. But the problem is it has to be taloyred to each person. What he needs is a wide spectrum antivirus that can help cure it in anyone.

So Right now having broken into one of the chemical companies he is working to down load a list and obtain samples of the chemicals he needs.

Having disabled security, and forced to knock a couple of guards out cold he has to work as quietly as possible. This is superman's town. Tangling with the Man of steel is not high on his list of things to do.

Wu has posed:
    "Stop the taxi here, please," Alice says quietly as she's driven past the BioMedChemTech compound. Nothing conscious; just something didn't sit right. Her brain hums as she goes through the ritual of paying and the uncivilized ritual of tipping. She exits the car. "I need to stretch my legs," she explains before sending the driver off.
    What was it? Lights are on as expected. No sign of movement...
    ...And that's it! Where's the guard? The gate housing is empty. There should be a bored fat guy there reading a paper or watching a movie on the phone on the sly. But the box is silent and empty like everything else.
    Time to look a bit closer.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
The United States government had been tailing Albert Wesker since Raccoon City. NSA SIGINT (Signals Intelligence) had monitored many Umbrella ventures, and Albert Wesker had been fingered as being the keystone in the foundation of the corporation. Nobody suspected Wesker's true nature, giving the FBI quite a time trying to figure out his motivations. Complex, labrynthine, and subtle.

But when an Echelon satellite murmur indicated that Wesker was in possession of a Wayne Tech device, a chance slip of a rotating verbage combination used by Umbrella employees due to their training, an operator happened to click on. And from there, the trail was established onto the electronic signals networks of the world, a high red level threat registered automatically. A lot of people wanted someone held accountable for Raccoon City; people weren't thinking rationally, to their credit.

It came to Braccato, Volf Boiardi, to capture Albert Wesker, alive. They just needed to track him down.

The Department of Defense was very good at these things, particularly the ones working on Albert Wesker; an old, grey man of 63 from the FBI called in. A man named Georges, a dual specialized forensic psychologist and morphic sequencing tracker.

And just as Georges had predicted, the thief was Albert Wesker, and the target was partially owned by the People's Republic of China.

A Dodge Charger slowly came to a halt outside the chemical company, Volf Boiardi having received a briefing via the NSA HUMINT, with a fly in the sky cellphone tower agent allowing the Chinese attache in Gotham to listen in. He had been given the face of Alice Gulliver previous to deployment, via Moriarty, his Undernet handler.

Volf shuffled heavily towards the chemical company's entrance with a spare keycard, and a submachine gun in his right hand.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker is many things, and the most important is the fact he in recent months has been targeting a number of biomed, and chemical plants just like this one. Everything he needs to produce a Viral weapon. Which if is the source of what happened in Raccoon City as it is called. Would explain a lot. The idea that a weapon of viral nature could reanimate the dead. A terrifying weapon. A city under SHIELD Quarrentine, that once held over 650k plus people, reduced to a ghost town with barely 56k survivors in ninty six hours. The power of such a weapon... devistating.

Inside the Labratory Wesker has found samples of the chemicals he needs. And with a twisted smile he will stand up and download the data to his new wrist computer, so he can use the chemical builder he has inside The Hive to do the work for him now that he has the chemcical structure.

Now he just needs samples of the Chemicals in question as he moves through the hallway. Nothing amiss on the security cameras as he has put it into a loop feed. And as he turns a corner on one of the patrols, he will surprise the man and then with a chop to the neck knock the man out as he comes to use Zip-ties and a gag to keep the man secured.

Right now killing is not high on his agenda. But, Alice can see that one of the doors to the company is ajar... As Wesker Makes his way to the chemical storage with his armored Briefcase.

Wu has posed:
    Muscle car, muscled man, submachine gun ... this is time to vanish. And this Alice does, pulling out a small satchel of something powdered and breaking it open as she steps out of the lit pool of one of the street lights and into the sea of darkness between them. Darkness closes in around her more deeply than other things and she vanishes from conscious view; still there if you're looking at her and for her, but ... out of mind if you're not. She stands and watches as Volf approaches the entrance, a small silver pendant of a feather connected to an absurdly long silver chain in her hands.
    Open door spotted, Alice decides a means of ingress is now needed that circumvents expectations. The silver pendant flies in circles as she spins it on a short length of its chain before releasing it to fly into the air at unnatural speeds. Holding the long end of the chain for dear life, the pendant sails into the air, taking her with it, dangling at the end, until she reaches the roof, then letting go and landing with a soft thud and scuffle as she rolls into a crouch.
    The pendant keeps flying until it suddenly loses all motive power and falls to earth. Somewhere, a homeless man gets about $100 worth of silver landing on his cardboard box; enough to keep him in Sterno for a few weeks.
    Alice, after checking she's not been spotted by anybody, proceeds to the nearest door for ingress.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Volf swipes the keycard through the lock, and the door opens for him. He slowly steps inside, peering into the darkness of the facility. He's got a strict code of engagement to follow here: unarmed, sick, or pregnant foes aren't to be killed. It's been a code of enforcement that spies like him have followed since secret enforcers like him have first stalked the night. The reasons are all for the psychological health of the agent, and the sociological integrity of his operating area.

Braccato pulls on his submachine gun as he begins a quick walk through the corridors, a click coming from it as he chambers the magazine. He doesn't bother with the security center, or the computer network. Georges' prediction is that Wesker will prioritize security, data, then hard items. They've noticed that much Umbrella training is like this, Georges suspecting a secret society from Europe as the basis of the logic. Volf has a rudimentary map memorized, and he moves through the quiet corridors towards the same area Albert Wesker is heading to, albeit on different courses. He ignores disabled security, trusting that the Chinese attache has already informed management or police moving towards the area for quarantine: after Boiardi has a chance to engage.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker's already disabled security, and gotten his files as he enters into the chemical stores, looking around. The Various containers of chemicals and bio agents he identifies several, right now he holds the advantage, a stray gunshot in here, rupture a number of the vessels, boom chemical fire.

AS he heads to the chemicals he is looking for he will press a button on his case as it produces a sample vial as he places the device to one of the nozzles to obtain a sample before returning it to his case.

Alice finds an area that she can enter, one of the windows is open and enter into. Security is disabled as she can see a man in black walking between various rows of stored chemicals moving very carefully and selectively taking samples.

His emotions are cool, collected and a sense of urgancy. As she can soon see the muscle car's owner enter the area as the Man in black moves just out of sight a few moments late from the man. Seems he has more interest in obtaining those sampled than fighting. His voice is heard, cold, emotionless.

Given the level of darkness, normally without the contacts and sunglasses Wesker's night vision would utterly hinder him, but they give him a better level of sight than humans in low light. With one one he has normal vision. Thankfully no one knows this yet.

"You do know that firing a shot in here would not end well for you? You would set this entire chemical storehouse ablaze if the wrong chemicals mix, sending a cloud of poison over Metropolis... "

Wu has posed:
    Alice slips into the window quietly, easing herself into the room as she listens in. Poison clouds? Not such a good thing. Two people with guns in a chemical storehouse? Even worse.
    A sheaf of rice paper squares comes out of her left pocket, fingers deftly riffling through them. Three papers are selected. One licked and pasted to the inside of her vest. One crumpled into a tight ball and sent on a high arc to fall somewhere a few aisles down among the shelves. The third held in the palm, ready for crumpling.
    A gun slips out of her left holster and into her right hand. The gun lovingly engraved with the word "Shooty".
    Alice hunkers down and waits and watches, eyes ... closed?

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Volf looks slowly around at the chemical canisters. Then, he pumps the gun again, a round popping out of the now empty chamber and bouncing to the floor, the full metal jacket intact and unfired.

"You've talked me into it."

Volf puts his gun down on a nearby desk, and reaches into his raincoat. He withdraws a butterfly knife, and flips it opern with a long practiced sweep outwards, before he moves through the darkness towards the voice.

As his adrenaline pumps, a mnenomic suppressant effect comes into play, affecting the longterm memory of himself inside the incident to anyone nearby. It's a subtle effect, turning his words indistinct and his figure into a silhouette in the memories of those nearby, unless they have an immunity to a Mutant psychic ability.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker feels a slight buzze in his head as he smiles. Slowly as he continues to move when he sees the man put the gun down, "Thank you." he says with a sinister smirk. The sound of hissing as he fills his container, and begins to put them in the case. Having put the last of the needed chemicals. "So Tell me, who are you working for? Not the Chinese. And most certianly not HYDRA."

As he listens around him his voice calm cool. And worse of all, he seems to not be effected by that field.

Of course he looks up and notices that the Window above him has been opened, alice didn't close it as he asks. "Back up? very cunning. Still it won't help you." and he secures that briefcase locking it down.

Wu has posed:
    Shit. Time for action.
    "Both of you gentlemen," she says with an authoritative voice, standing from her crouch, "are under arrest." Her gun hand is levelled at Wesker, the one making threats, but the chef is a quick flick of an arc away. She punctuates her sudden exposure with the crumpling of the rice paper in her hand and tossing it up into the open area at the middle of the storeroom, averting her gaze quickly as the room is flooded by Hellishly bright light; light so bright it feels like it *should* be accompanied by the thunderclap and the heat pulse of a massive explosion ... but isn't. It's eerily silent as it burns its way into the synapses of any unfortunate enough to be looking at it directly or in reflection.
    "Please do not make any sudden movements," she adds as the luminescent mayhem fades to a well-lit room.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Braccato's head snaps to the woman, recognizing Alice Gulliver. As is typical for this line of work, this affair is causing a cross-jurisdictional error on something he can't verify. Not in front of his target, at least.

Knowing Gulliver's basic skillset, with the additional modus operandi of using enchantment tricks to enable safe movement and security as a lone law enforcer, he's ready for the flashbang.

He turns around quickly and ducks to nearly take a knee, the flash exploding beside him. Pulling back up to his feet, he slides the knife around into a down position, then curling his shank-bent right wrist to hold the knife against the underside of his veins, keeping his arm beside him. As the smoke curls through the remains of the magic smoke bomb, he's watching for Wesker to play his hand, with Alice as unwitting assistance.

Albert Wesker has posed:
And As Wesker listens to the new arrival, he turns his head? No he was looking right at Volf, but then it is as if his head is then looking at Alice. He listens to her and realizes she has a gun. And then may need to take the shot to avoid a wildfire. He can take it.

Then it comes, the Blinding flash of light and instantly everything is absolutely clear to him. And does something no one expects.

Unless one has a super speed brain, or can percieve super fast moments. Wesker simply teleported, appearing right infront of Alice, as he uses that speed to yank back on the slide of her gun ejecting the bullet in the chamber while his other hand pulls out the clip.

A hand thrust comes to her chest as he intends to thrust her back into the wall some fifteen feet behind her as he says.

"You fool, One stray shot could have sent this entire place up in fire and smoke!" And now he's pissed at her for drawing a gun on him. He also wonders how long it will take for her to realize he's removed the clip from her gun...

Wu has posed:
    The "teleportation"? Check. The slide? Check. The clip? Check. Bullet flips out of the chamber and tumbles to the floor.
    The fifteen feet back? That ... fails somehow. The hand connects fine. Good solid hit. Too solid, in fact. Alice *huffs* as the air is knocked out of her. She even slips back a few inches. But then stops. Grounded. Still on her feet.
    *click*
    Hammer hits empty space.
    Left hand whips to the right side and a second gun is drawn, the mate of the first, this one lovingly inscribed with "Bang-Bang".
    "Thankfully," she coughs, "I never miss. Freeze. Now."
    Her deep brown eyes, so deep a brown as to be black, look like the eyes of one dead as they give the impression of a single enormous pupil staring.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Bracatto lurks behind Wesker, his butterfly knife sliding back into ready position, his fingers manipulating it upwards as he creeps towards Wesker while he's busy with Officer Gulliver. The raincoat wearing man in the Superman logo t-shirt's footfalls are muted by his rubber crepe commando boots, as he watches Alice draw another gun on Wesker.

And then, comes the move, a lurch forward, a memorized movement from highschool weight training (a drop down into a one handed push-up), with a quick jerk of his two-sided blade at Wesker's heel, a quick jam in attempted, with his knees moving to the ground with a coiled tug of the blade outwards to disengage, before the Umbrella research executive can pull his knife away and mitigate the wound.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Now Wesker needs to fight as he uses his incredible speed and reflexes as he ducks, dodges and just moves out of the way of that switch blade. Wesker is more focused on Alice as he attempts to keep up close to her, more than willing to accept being shot to try and knock the gun out of her hand with a hard, a very hard back hand. He's not pulling his punches in here not.

He also uses his left hand to try and grab hold of Volf's own blade to pull it out of his hands.

Wesker's a Metahuman. Enhanced speed, strength, reflexes, everything that he needs to handle most normal humans.

But the fact that Alice didn't go Flying means she has his near un devided attention as he body checks, punches at, thrusts his palm. And generally tries to pummel her. He did knock the wind out of her, so he knows she is not invulnerible. "You fools have no idea who your dealing with."

Of course all this is with his briefcase still being held in his right hand.

Wu has posed:
    Body checks are sometimes dodged, sometimes half-land. Alice is a slippery little minx. Punches, thrusts, elbow strikes, et al land or don't land; she's done some martial training but is by no means a master. The ones that land connect. Even cause little hissing intakes of breath from pain. Frustratingly, though, they never seem to be debilitating. Despite being grossly outclassed in technique--though that one landed kick was fast, unexpected, and very solid (and *very* unfairly placed!)--Wesker is only able to slowly wear her down. And that damnable gun is *not* getting removed; she's taking hits to preserve the gun.
    Still, she is wearing down, if her increased heavy breathing and slower movements are anything to go by. Maybe she's just too stupid to know when she's down?

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Bracatto's knife is stripped from his hand, the loosened ligaments releasing easily as Volf allows himself to be manipulated. As Wesker goes after Alice, Volf follows behind him, falling into a boxing form built around his muscled shoulders. He throws fast straights at Wesker's shoulders and uppercut low-shots at his kidneys and the back of his ribs, his burly form leaning forward into the blows as he focuses his upper body towards Wesker's fleeting form, charging forward with his pumping legs as he attempts to bullrush his lowered head into Wesker as much as possible, wherever Wesker moves.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker not wanting this place to go up in flames. Wesker has to take the punches. And while his move's allow him to avoid a direct blow. Wesker actually allows one Blow to land against his face. And it is like punching a cement wall without expecting it.

As he moves and does his best to keep Alice on the defensive, using the case to knock Volf Back he is working trying to get Alice Back under the skylight.

Then he suddenly crouches down and in the blink of an Eye leaps up from one shelve to another in fifteen foot jumps aiming for the skylight to jump out. All that and ne never drew his knife, or his gun. Wesker's hoping that Alice will not take a shot with how fast he simply moves. She's clearly not human, and for her will need more open areas to deal with. But infact he just wants to escape.

Wu has posed:
    One combatant down, one to go. A brief expletive--or so one could assume from the emphasis, it's not in English--as Wesker flees, then the gun is trained on Volf instead.
    "Your turn," she says, breathing raggedly. "And I'm not in the mood to be polite anymore. Halt or die. There's no third choice."
    To serve and protect. Right.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Bracatto is knocked off his feet by the sudden burst of strength, slamming onto his pelvis with a narrow avoid to save his tailbone a bruise, a jerk backwards to keep his muscles aligned with the floor. His elbows propping him up, he looks to the side and spits. "Halting," he says, a neutral tone, his adrenaline amplified to the point that his entire involvement in the fight, once he's gone, leaves him a dark blot in the minds of those nearby. His adrenaline dying out, but still toned up, he merely becomes an indefinite blip. Short term memory is not affected, shielding the power from Alice's mind. "Cooperating with the police, now." He remains on the ground, hands at his sides on the floor.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker is more concerned with Withdraw at this time as he just withdraws. He vividly will remember the woman more than the man. He'll not underestimate her again. Next time he'll use his knife.

Wu has posed:
    Alice keeps the gun levelled at Volf, eyes blazing with anger (and a touch of humiliation). "Well, since you're so cooperative, let's start with identity, address, business here, affiliation and all the usual jazz cops ask perps."
    Her eyes hazard a quick sweep of the room.
    "And while we're at it, what the Hell was that guy, why were you attacking him, why was he attacking me, and what the flying ..." She reins in her temper. "What's going on here?" she bowdlerizes the rest.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
"Volf Boiardi's the name." He quietly lifts his finger to Gulliver's hip. "Call the local Chinese embassy. The Chinese business attache should have the rest of the information." The man in the backwards baseball cap offers a cherubic smile. "You're still supposed to put me in the squad car, and have my car towed."

Wu has posed:
    "*I* am? I'm not even a Metropolis cop." Her ears pick up the faint signs of sirens in the distance. "*I* am supposed to be taking a rest now. So, let's see if I can get across what's going to happen without having to draw blood: you and I are going to leave these premises quickly. You are going to drive your car. We are going to find a quiet place away from it all. Then you're going to explain what's going on."
    A step forward; probably not her best judgement, but to be fair she is pretty battered, as the slight stagger can attest to.
    "And if at any point things don't go according to that script, you are going to be bleeding out."
    She's pissed.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Volf climbs to his feet with a press off the ground, keeping his left hand's fingers spread and in view as he stands. "Alright, Miss." He begins walking, leading her back out the way he came, to his car. "They won't follow the car," he says when they finally get outside, and he moves to the Dodge Charger, lights in the distance. He doesn't explain why as he slides into the front seat, removing a Big Belly Burger bag from the passenger seat and tossing it in the back. Oddly, he doesn't litter. He puts his seatbelt on. "Seatbelts on," he says, as he starts the engine. The motor sounds like a cop car's motor, not the standard issue.

Wu has posed:
    Alice follows warily, the gun never losing a bead on Volf until they get to the car. "I wouldn't recommend," she drawls, "trying anything while I put the belt on. You may have noticed with your friend there that I can deal with close-in."
    That being said, the belt is slipped around her so quickly there's not much of an opening, albeit there is one, to attack should Volf have the desire.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Volf keeps his hands on the wheel, and then, shifts into gear and pulls out of the office park. As Metropolis police approach, he pulls a lever behind the steering wheel, on the left, his left headlight flashing on and off while the right remains constant. Not explaining it, he drives right past the police, his phone beginning to ring. "I need to take this call. Is that okay?" he asks, looking forward as he drives away from the site of their encounter with Wesker.

Wu has posed:
    Alice is seeming to get the idea in her head that things are happening way above her pay grade; punch-drunkeness is being shaken off.
    "Fine," she decides after a moment's thought. "Just remember what's pointed at you and why."
    Beat.
    "And that I'm still pissed and looking for an excuse. Any excuse."

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Volf answers his cellphone with a flip on, holding the wheel right handed. "Agent Bracatto, reporting in, sir. The target evaded capture, but Officer Gulliver has been safely recovered." He pauses, listening as he drives. "The target displayed highly enhanced metahuman abilities, and escaped with whatever he was trying to steal." He pauses, listening. "Understood. How much am I authorized to inform Officer Gulliver, sir?" He listens, continuing to drive, as he pulls into a Metropolis State University parking lot, a relative safe zone. He then closes the phone, and slips it into his pocket. "Very well, miss Alice Gulliver, Hong Kong Police Department. It appears that I know you, without you knowing me. Do you know what that means?" he asks, keeping his hands on the wheel as the engine runs, looking straight forward.

Wu has posed:
    "Spook." Alice says the word with an element of disgust. "You have a dossier on me. Some of it might even be correct. At this point you're going to try to persuade me that we're on the same side, only you don't know which angle to take because of my presumed mixed loyalties."
    A bitter smile, scornful.
    "And of course because your dossier is wrong, you will use the wrong angle. It's not your fault."

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Volf continues to look, straight forward. His body is tense; nobody likes being in his situation. But he's handling the situation quietly, and methodically. "That's correct. And I know just how to persuade you. Just ask me questions. That's all." He slowly reaches down to the ignition, and cuts the engine. Taking his foot off the clutch, he relaxes. "I need to get home to feed my cat and eat, but we can chat for a while."

Wu has posed:
    That reach down nearly caused an incident. Alice is clearly on edge and the adrenaline wearing off is impairing her judgement. She restrains herself.
    "You're government. You mentioned the Chinese Attache. Which government are you working for? That's question 1. Question 2 is what is that ... person ..." She spits out the word, almost. "... I was fighting. That speed is not natural. Some kind of underworld entity or some kind of metabeing?"

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
"United States government, miss, Homeland Security. That facility we were in was owned by a firm based in the People's Republic of China, they were informed before I went in. You were in the area, so I was given a brief informative rundown of your basic modus operandi and affiliations. Nothing too deep. Apparently you have a way of getting into trouble."

"That man was Albert Wesker. He's intimately involved with the Umbrella Corporation, the people behind the viral outbreak in Raccoon City. He's a top target for a national security capture, he possesses vital data to our counter-biowar units. Particularly where SHIELD is concerned. We also suspect him of being a highly talented virologist, however he resembles a criminally insane individual. Resembles. It's an odd profile, that's all I was told."

Volf looks a little haunted, looking at Alice. "As for the metahuman abilities, I wasn't informed, and we didn't know. But I find it troubling, don't you?"

Wu has posed:
    "Troubling?" Alice makes a show of checking a non-existant watch. "What's the day? Friday? No, nothing troubling about it today. It's Friday." The smile is etched by acid. "Your dossier apparently overlooks a bit. In the past three months I've been taken to near death by superhumans twice. The least troubling part of today's little enterprise is finding a metahuman. The troubling part was him ignoring the flash. That's rare."
    Left unspoken is what the flash does to unholy creatures...
    "So ... he's a virologist stealing ... what, exactly? That's a chemical factory. You don't build viruses from those."
    She appears to be about to ask another question, but then just slumps and sighs, putting her gun away.
    "You know what? Forget it. I'm tired. I'm coming down off one of the worst adrenaline rushes I've had this week. I know I won't get straight answers out of a spook anyway, so ... forget it. I'll find out myself."
    A strange glint comes into her eyes. "I have investigatory approaches you can't stop, so why bother asking for lies?"
    She REALLY doesn't like spies, does she?
    "So you get home to your cat. It's good that you seem to actually care for something. I'll get home to my bed and sleep for 48 hours before going into the GCPD doctor's office and giving him a new set of bruises to be shocked about."

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
"Way above my head, lady. I'm not paid much anyways." He pulls back his sleeve on his right wrist, revealing a Sicilian Mafia tattoo that identifies him as a hitman. "Doing this job is how I'm saving my soul." He slides the sleeve back up. "Do you need a ride?"

Wu has posed:
    "I do, yes," Alice says, unhooking the seatbelt and opening the door. "I'll get one," she continues as she steps out.
    Harsh.
    "I'll be checking out your story if you don't mind," she says before closing the door and walking away into the night. And again, as she leaves the pool of light into the shadows, the shadows swallow her up more than seems natural. Those with keen noses will smell strange spices and other aromas in the air.

Volf Boiardi (1326) has posed:
Volf starts his car back up, looking quizzical.

"Some people just don't root for the home team."

He drives off into the night, musing, "Now I know why La Familia didn't let me play sports."