3912/Tidepool: Endgame

Tidepool: Endgame
Date of Scene:	19 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	The Benefactor makes his move. SHIELD drops in. Chaos ensues. Genus gets away; Karl doesn't. Skye gets.. arrested? Hey, she wants a lawyer! Get me Nelson and Murdock...
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Quake, Iron Man, Gregory Stark, Jill Valentine, Nick Fury, Darcy Lewis, Melinda May
Tinyplot:	Rising Tide

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The Rising Tide had done the impossible, they'd taken down the internet and so far they had kept it down, working in mobile cells across the globe trying stay ahead of those who were after them. It had limited success thus far, with individual hackers and cells being tracked down and taken out. This required a change of plans, under the direction of their Benefactor and his agent, Karl, they'd move operations to a non-descript building at the edge of New York City, one just like dozens of others around it, low, flat two stories, with nothing but grey-white walls and mirrored glass windows to show the outside world.

Inside was a different story, most of the rooms were empty and unfinished, except for the 'pit' at its center. There the best of what remained of the Rising Tide had gathered under the watchful eye of the Benefactor's security, about a score of heavily armed mercenaries, just part of the fifty or so the Benefactor had sent to protect the compound.

Word was that they had heavy weapons hidden away as well. Though for what purpose though the hackers didn't know.

For the most part the remaining members of the Rising Tide were nervous, sitting at their keyboards, hammering away as they worked to undertake Karl's orders: break the old internet and leave nothing but the cobbled together one left.

In the net, the hackers, using code provided by Karl, start reaching out to nodes, moving quietly while everyone crowds to the new cobbled together net, to strike the old one and bring it down for good.

Karl, the dark skinned young man in the leather jacket, heads over to Skye's computer in the pit, giving her a brief nod as he asks, "How is the attack going?"

A short ways away, Miles, the former head of the Rising Tide, looks up and scowls before leaning over to Jinx at his right. "Ready for Operation Fuck Stark?"

Jinx nods, and Miles says, "Alright, then let's do this, and begins to type commands.

Across the new cobbled together net, a similar attack occurs, hitting the makeshift nodes closest connected to Stark-Fujisawa, causing to disruptions on the new net, with messages of: FUCK STARK appearing on random screens world-wide.

However SHIELD is not unprepared. A strike team stands ready for Skye's tracker signal to find the Rising Tide and root them out of hiding. And on the net, they've gathered some of the best hackers from within and without the organization to fight back. Even if they aren't expecting an attack on the other system.

Quake has posed:
Skye had bitched about the security measures in place; Genus had not. But, as she'd pointed out, it wouldn't have been herself if she hadn't bitched. Even if she was paranoia personified, her argument was that a cluster of security drew eyes. That this wasn't Rising Tide. (that with a pointed look Miles' way).

She'd been vetoed, just as she knew she would be. Which was exactly what was supposed to happen.

The call came and the group gathered. Skye looking surly as usual about the matter. "You know, that's one thing I never did, was Fuck Stark. Suppose now I'll never get the chance."

Which is to say, she was ready.

Well, ready but for one thing. As soon as they had settled behind their rigs, doors locked, and systems go, Skye hit the transponder that May had given her. SHIELD now knew where they were and that things were go go go.

From this point on, it was going to be the show of her life.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
There was never any doubt of Clint being on the strike team conflict of interest or not. He's suited up in his tactical gear, bow in hand, quiver on his back. The Quinjet he's on with his unit is already in flight, loitering until the signal is received. When it comes, the blonde haired archer, moves up to the cockpit and checks the screen, the target wasn't far, "Signal the other teams to converge on the target, and remind them to check their fire, non-lethal only, we want arrests here, people, not bodies."

Then they were on the way streaking towards the target.

As they went Clint pulls his phone from the pocket of his tactical vest and sends a quick message:

Clint >> Tony it's on.

He sends the coordinates of Skye's tracker.

Iron Man has posed:
There's a simple text reply to Clint as Stark, of FUCK STARK industries, mobilizes. Clint gets a reply.

Tony >> Yeah, getting above-average amounts of sex solicitations over here. Better give them what they want, huh?

And then:

Tony >> Send me your comms channel, so I don't have to waste time hacking into it. Unless you want me on my own? <3

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory Stark wasn't exactly what someone would expect to see on this mission. He was a big walking target in his pure white suit and trench-coat as he combed through his cellphone. His face turns to a smirk as the message comes over his smartphone. "Someone's popular." He states aloud to the rest of the ship seemingly unarmed unlike the rest of them as he works through his own battle plan.

Jill Valentine has posed:
    Every now and then, Jill gets assigned as S.T.A.R.S. command to a unit that has nothing to do with law enforcement. She's a seasoned strike specialist, and she has a particular set of skills that make her a nightmare to- "And then I tell her, 'you were almost a Jill sandwich!'"

    God dammit Barry. From the cockpit, there's a small fit of laughter, Chris' voice joining the small chuckles of the people around her.

    Jill sighs. Barry's van crew, because his anniversary is coming up. Chris is flexing his Air Force veteran muscles. Jill is the only ground operative from S.T.A.R.S. tonight, and she's showing it as much as she can. No parachute- not that they'll need it, the VTOL craft more than capable of dropping them low if it needs to. She has her old blues on, her beret tucked under one arm.

    Everyone else is about half the intensity of the serious and straight-laced Valentine, that's for sure. Except maybe Clint.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
So far the mercs in the facility haven't spotted the Quinjets, but that won't last. No opposition is posted on the roof just yet and only a handful of mercs dressed as rent-a-cops patrol the grounds. Right now, everything seems wide open.

In The Pit, Karl, frowns as the 'Fuck Stark' messages begin to catch his notice. "What is this?" he demands, looking to Skye. "The instructions were to leave the new net alone and only attack the old."

Miles and Jinx keep their heads down, letting Skye take the flack. As for Genus. He's gotten up, getting approval from one of the mercs to head to one of the nearby bathrooms.

Nick Fury has posed:
    The Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury, was not present in any sense of the word, but he had eyes and ears on the developing situation so as to ensure that the outcome was what he wanted. In a shadowy alcove, somewhere in the United States, Fury monitored the situation, and was ready to ensure that things went the way that SHIELD...and the Agents working this case, expected. Watching his monitor, and sneaking into comms and the security feeds, Fury was watching.

    STRAS was ready. STRIKE was ready. The Agents spearheading this were ready. It was show time. THere were also contingencies in place as well. But that was a story for another time...Fury hoped. Trusting that Barton, Johnson, and Valentine would be successful, and the Stark's did their part...this should be a slam dunk.

Quake has posed:
Behind her rig, Skye gives Karl a bored look, "Really, you think this is my doing?" She jerks her chin Miles' direction. "Ask your right hand toady over there what he thinks he's doing. I'm not stupid enough to dance with Stark in the pale moonlight. I've fucking been up against his AI before."

She turns her attention to her code, and tries to track down what exactly it is Miles' thinks he's doing and whether or not she wants to interfere.

It also gives her some leeway to open a small window and make a connection between her computer and Genus - a connection she doesn't do anything with yet. Soon, but not yet.

Iron Man has posed:
"There you are. Thought I'd be early to the party, hope you're all out of the shower and ready," Tony announces playfully into the SHIELD communications, upbeat. There's some background music playing under his voice, as he has it going on for his own pleasure, and of course, is willing to share. Sounds like 'Welcome to the Jungle'. Those looking out the side of the helicopter will see the blaze of Iron Man off to their right, in the shine of red and gold Iron Man armor.

"I come bearing gifts. YOU get a layout. And YOU get a layout. Eve-ry-body gets a layout...." Tony says, with a prompt info-dump to Greg and the SHIELD operatives: Floor layouts, which include lighted up spots for where the sensors picked up other signatures. It's two floors, this building, and includes scans, in high definition, revealing a first floor of heavy occupancy (likely the central hub), and a scatter of just over two dozen active people spread otherwise. It shows full detail of entrances, exits: blueprints overlay the scans.

"So if you want to go in the 'back door' ... I'm ringing the doorbell in... let's go with thirty?" Tony adds cheerfully, and veers off away from the helicopter to surge ahead.

"Ehhhh, make that three."

Three seconds. With a lance of energy, the satellites and antenna at the building's near end get their 'doorbells' sheered with blistering heat.

Nick Fury has posed:
    "Easy does it..." Fury says, from his vantage point. His eye was on the situation report, and his ears were on the comms. This was a "delicate" situation, and only the best were taking care of this. If anything should go wrong...well, nothing would go wrong. Fury had to trust his instincts, and let his people take care of this.

    So far, so good. Until Stark arrives. With a sigh, Fury uploads the latest intel and floor layouts from Stark. "I'll give him this...he's predictable...not bad..."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint smiles as Tony comes on over comms. << Glad you could make it, >> he says. << Was going to blow dry my hair, but since you're early, to hell with it, we'll drip dry, >>he says and then leans over to see the monitor when the layout of the facility comes up. He studies it quickly, putting together a plan of attack. << Okay, we're still go for a roof landing >> he says over comms to the teams. << Valentine take your team and Carson's team and head inside. We'll secure the roof and follow you down right after. Tony you're our air cover until we land. >>

He gestures for his men to get ready, getting out their ICERs and and other non-lethal weapons. Though he does glance out to watch as Tony 'rings the bell' sending the satellite dishes raining down beside the facility. Clint grins, << I bet that has their attention. Keep an eye out for the bad guys, Stark, they're going to be pissed. >>

Turns out Clint was right. When the dishes come down, mercs come out of the building like bugs from under a kicked over stone.

Not expecting Iron Man it's all assault rifles at first before one of them ducks back inside and pulls out a rocket launcher, takes aim and fires.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory looks down at his phone as the layout pops up to display the building. His sunglasses allow him to view it as a full 3d image, sending his hands out in front of himself to wave about getting a general idea for the layout. Cracking out his neck he begins to walk towards the doors not having strapped himself in for the ride.

     <<If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to show off Tony.>> Spoken with a bit of dripping sarcasm as he readies himself, adjusting the cuffs of his suit and dusting off both of his shoulders. He doesn't bother grabbing a weapon, instead simply contented to make sure his gloves and outfit is all in order, the back of his trench-coat softly billowing behind him.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The dishes coming down sound like thunder in the building, the hackers look up and security grips their weapons closer. One of the security men close behind Karl, touches his ear piece and then whispers to Karl. The words, "Iron Man," can be heard amidst the other whispers. The dark skinned man scowls, at Miles, "Well, you want to fuck Stark, he's here, now is your chance," he says flatly drawing his security man's pistol and presenting it to Miles butt first.

The hacker balks at taking it.

"No? Then you should have stayed to your task, you and Jinx will return to your assigned tasks," he says to the men. "DarkSkye and these others," he gestures in the direction of the others seated near Skye. "You will go with Gregor," he nods to his security man. "You have a special assignment."

He glances at Genus' empty seat. "Where is that one?" he asks Skye.

Jill Valentine has posed:
    As the jet descends, Jill continues to hold onto the strap that helps keep her stable, but admittedly, she doesn't even seem to be particularly jostled. The door opens some feet off of the ground, and Jill is moving forward. She doesn't take it at a running leap, instead lightly taking a step or two before hopping out of the back. The teams that follow her land just as she's slipping her beret on, and then she's off, moving at their pace and directing them wordlessly with signs that come from her years in the Army.

    She hasn't drawn a weapon just yet, though on her thigh is a seemingly high-caliber pistol, its grip inlaid with the same emblem as the one on her hat. Barry won't let any of them get rid of it- it might have been to Wesker's specs, but it was still designed by the old bear. She takes point, kneeling down in front of the first barrier- a simple enough door. From behind her, a voice- accented seemingly in french. Definitely from Carson's team- because her team already knows better. "Burton said you were the master of-"

    She cuts him off just as the door pops open- faster than, really, anyone should have been able to crack it. "Don't." Then, she slips through the door and into the building, at a calm pace, eyes and ears peeled for any signs of life.

Iron Man has posed:
    "Feel my, my, my Serpennnntineeeee," Tony sings along in amusement with his 'Welcome to the Jungle' lyrics, dodging in a spiral serpentine motion with the fired rocket, and then veering at a sudden angle to drag their attention and fire down to the side: away from the SHIELD vehicle and those dropping from it. He ignores the assault rifles mostly, except for some dodging to make THEM think he cares about it.

Iron Man releases a small volley of little missiles from his upper back, that twist like little fireworks and pepper the rooftop with heat: suppression for the SHIELD group that is landing there, to cover them. Rocket-Man got a special blast just for him.

<<I'm not /trying/, Greggo. I'm succeeding. There is no 'try',>> Tony answers on comm, sharing full volume music with Gregory. Then again, he's covering for the teams to land. So being shiny and awesome is something he needs to do, and he'll do it well.

"How about power for their pretty building, JARVIS?" Tony questions his AI. "Oh wait, I see 'em." Tony knocks out a few obvious power poles. One falls in the street. Street lights also go out. Oops. JARVIS advises on what he /should/ have done. "You are being the opposite of helpful, right now," Tony grumbles to JARVIS as he continues his aerial support.

Quake has posed:
Skye's gaze flicks over to Genus' computer as she closes her connection to him. Wouldn't do to have that found out. "Don't ask me," she says, trying not to sound as worried as she suddenly was. None of this was in the plan that had been lain down to her prior to operation go. "Probably went to take a piss."

She nods to the couple of hackers nearest her. "Grab your shit. We're on the go."

Waiting for Gregor to lead on, her own rig tucked up underneath her arm. More than a little glad that the transponder was on her now that she was going to be mobile. Expecting all hell to break loose any moment now.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint leaps down from his quinjet, rolls and comes up on his feet. Hey, something, something can't take the carnival out of the kid. His bow is gripped in hand and he sprints towards the edge of the roof where the mercs are shooting at Tony. He ducks back as the rocket gets beamed into oblivion then the repulsor chucks Rocket Man back 30 feet. Clint glances back quickly and smiles, firing off a trio of arrows at some of the mercs somehow still standing, they hit with blue splotches dropping them unconscious.

They soon get some friends as a few more mercs come out to pepper Tony with machine gun fire. Ducking down when he levels, a power pole.

<< They just don't get the hint do they? >> he jokes over comms as he takes aim again.

Jill's team breaches the door without opposition and even makes it to the second floor before a team of mercs with heavy weapons runs head long into them. The enemy were expecting to take shots at Stark, not go face to face with another squad at close range. The advantage is definitely Jill's as they reach for side-arms (their heavy weapons as likely to blow them up as the enemy) and begin to fire.

Of course that's where the lights go out in that section due to the downed power pole.

Nick Fury has posed:
    Watching all this unfold, Fury sighs, and thinks that this was going to be a mess. "I can see the meeting with the Security Council now..." Sigh. Fury shakes his head, and sits down in his cozy alcove, watching as the telemetry unfolds on his screen. With a direct link, Fury blinks, and sighs again.

    Starks. Both of them. Gawds help them...combine that with the unpredicatbility of what was happening, made this a situation that was rapidly becoming unpredicatble. "Typical..." As Valentine, Barton and Johnson move forward, the strategy unfolds. "Excellent work..." Fury taps his console, and leans back, crossing his arms. "Couldn't be better if I had hand picked them myself...oh wait..." Fury grins.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory takes his steps calmly right out the back of the jet, barely even bracing for impact as he makes his landing on the rooftop. Taking in the sights he starts to make his way towards one of the gunment with a calm and confident stride. <Whatever you say Yoda.> The only response he can think to give to his brother as he makes for a quick knockout punch on the closest guard. He didn't need his weapons to make a scene.

Jill Valentine has posed:
    Jill's team makes contact with the enemy, and her team is altogether prepared for it, definitely moreso than the enemy is. They open fire with nonlethal rounds, just as Jill releases the grip of her pistol and charges forward. Nonlethal for her means hand-to-hand, and she is almost incredibly capable at it. Several men drop in the first volley, though it takes some concentrated fire to do so. Jill has an easier time, striking at joints and disarming with extreme prejudice, acrobatically moving around and... To some extent through, the soldiers.

    Stronger than most- definitely more than she should be- and seemingly capable of movements and reactions that put her leagues ahead of even these trained men, Jill confidently and competently flings the men around the room, into each other, into walls, and occasionally into the ground. She is essentially a weapon- every part of her, in fact- that seems to be very powerful, especially against living things.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Karl frowns and then turns to Gregor, "Send someone to collect Genus," then giving the man back his gun he goes to oversee Miles' work.

The hackers near Skye grab their kit, and begin to move out though Skye's prediction turns out to be right as the lights flicker and die, before there's the whirr of generators and the ones in The Pit come back on. Some of the hackers, begin to buck the order to follow. "No way, fuck that, I'm out of here," one says heading to the door. In a smooth motion, Gregor draws a gun and fires a stun round into the hackers back dropping him to the floor. The others, panic and he aims the weapon at them. "Walk or be carried, now move."

Karl doesn't change his expression or look up. He just directs Miles and Jinx, "Keep working."

Iron Man has posed:
<</Master/ Yoda to you, padawan,>> Tony replies to Gregory, veering as the assault rifles come his way, fine to distract them as Clint and Greg pick them off on the roof: he'll aim a few repulsors down at those with cover, destroying the bits cover they expected to hide behind.

<< I hope they don't get any hints; I still have a jet ready to go to Vegas, and I don't like red-eyes,>> Tony jokes back to Barton, still flying above them, a moving, interesting target, though he also begins to check over the building itself, updating the scans, and senting that out to SHIELD: keep Fury updated. And then starts to release some low-wattage repulsors at the first floor windows: just to break them, create some distraction chaos, at the flank of where he suspects the interior team is moving, to support Jill's group.

"JARVIS, get me generators?" Tony prompts. "I don't want to fuck these guys with /any/ lights on. I mean, I've seen a few now. Unimpressed."

Quake has posed:
Skye knows what this means. Miles' isn't going to be recruited. Or voluntold. Or anything but taken out. She supposed she should feel sorry for him, but she can't quite make it up to that - if only because she's more than a little bit worried about her own situation at the moment. Though, if he's lucky, the cavalry will save him. Just like they're going to save her.

Or arrest her. She must remember that. Hell, she even has a pocket lawyer to call on. She bets Fury won't be expecting that.

"Come on," she tells her crew, following Gregor. "let's get this shit done and get home."

What they dont' know won't hurt them.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint smirks up at Tony from the rooftop. << Sounds like a plan >> he checks the outside, from his vantage point and then scans the roof. << Looks clear up here, Tony. How about we go on downstairs? >>

This would be the time JARVIS chimes in that the has gained access to the building's generators.

Down below, Jill's team makes short work of the first team of guards and have a clear shot to the walkway above The Pitt where she more guards are waiting, but also Karl and the hackers staying behind. The rest? They're falling back along with Skye's crew, heading down a long dark corridor lit only by hand held flashlights.

Greg's team, runs into some of the retreating guards, four in total who snap off shots as soon as Greggo and company come into view.

Quake has posed:
Skye follows Gregor to the room she's not surprised is waiting for them. It's a lot more insular than the other was. One exit only. And she knows guards will be outside it, as well as Gregor inside, along with his gun.

Wordlessly, she sets up her rig and grumbles at the others to as well. All 'you're pissing me off, interfering with my code mojo' attitude.

Jill Valentine has posed:
    Jill spies the walkway, and takes a moment to judge it tactically. <<I'm going downstairs. I'll cover your takedown.>> With that, she begins her move towards the walkway. Faster, by a margin, than she even looks like she should be, for the first few moments she seems to be in the line of fire of both groups. Though she cannot dodge bullets, Jill is hardly incapable of keeping herself safe from fire for these first few moments, before instead of engaging them...

    She just leaps off the side of the railing. Their attention, she figures, will be on her. However, once she is over the railing, her team will have moved up, and once she's even halfway clear, they'll begin their takedown of the men on the walkway, exploiting their distraction from Jill in order to catch them even more unaware.

    Jill's landing is unlikely to be impeded by anothing other than a couple likely-shallow bullet wounds, which she can handle. Her intent, too, is to soften her landing by turning it into an acrobatic takedown of sorts, not entirely landing on one of the hackers that had been left behind.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory follows the crowd at a leisurely pace. There's not much here that can pose a massive threat to the man... except those stick and shock rounds. Thinking about it those could probably kill him, then again he doesn't exactly know they're in use. As such he walks about like he owns the whole building, before making his way to the walkway. There's a moments pause before he places a gloved hand on the railing and vaults over the side dropping down into.... the pit.

Iron Man has posed:
<<I've made you a 'door' on the first floor if you want to drop in over here. There's still about ONE panel of glass to break if you want to pretend to be Cap?>> Tony teasingly replies to Clint's suggestion, rising slightly so that Clint can see where he is.

<< I found their lifeline; they do not get to phone a friend. >> Generator time!; Tony pops that zit with glee, drowning the facility in darkness, but more importantly, those computers. He also sets off the building's fire alarm sprinkler systems in everywhere except the room that was clearly their HQ. No sense harming the computers, but if he can make those stairwells and floors nice and slippery, and reduce visability to make those Rising Tide folks panic about the chaos? Fun for everyone. Or mostly Tony. And that's good enough.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint breaks into a sprint across the roof and when Tony makes his suggestion, he says. << Thanks Tony >> and firing off a grapple arrow leaps and swings inside like a mad man. That panel of glass, totally smashed as Clint rolls through it and comes up on his feet.

Where he comes up, is the room with Skye and the others. << Found the hackers >> Then Gregor is throwing a kick his way, and another man dives at him, he ducks the kick and swats away the other attacker with his bow. << They've got a ton of security here. Going to need some back up. >> He dives down as one of the security men opens fire.

A moment later, the power goes out, the spriklers turn on and the fire alarms sound. The same goes on everywhere, except for The Pit which is spared the sprinklers.

In The Pit, Greg and Jill take fire from the security, most of it in the body and none of it serious given the nature of their bodies.

Miles is the unfortunate hacker Jill lands on, tall and athletic, he tries to get to his feet swinging at Jill. Greg is confronted by a handful of the security men who converge on him with guns drawn.

Karl, the short, dark skinned nerdy looking guy? He just walks up to Jill and gripping her with one hand, and tosses her into one of the now empty tables, before stalking towards her in the dark.

Quake has posed:
Skye has barely sat downn when there's the sudden *bang* of disruption, and worse firepower entering the room. She knows enough to duck and cover, grabbing at her rig as she does so. "Duck, duck, dammit, you know your mission.."

Her words aren't her actions, however; while she's yelling at the others to do what they've been gathered here for, she's trying to get word out to Genus and failing to make a connection. All she can hope is he clued in and got away. After everything it woudl be a bitch if he got picked up. Not that thhey couldn't make that work? She wasn't sure.

And then the lights went out. which wasn't so bad - the laptop is backlit. She can still see by it. The sprinklers, however? Not so easily dealt with.

"OH for fuck's sakes, does nobody have an original idea?" Skye curses as that page is pulled out of her playbook and thrown at them.

She wisely stays down, though, as at this point she doesn't know what is and isnt' friendly fire.

Jill Valentine has posed:
    Jill is not necessarily the best person to be fighting. Not in the light, not in the dark. Still, there's a lot she's not expecting. If she'd had the time, she'd have told Tony that fighting in the dark wasn't good for her team in the same way it wasn't good for theirs. She's not exactly wearing goggles. Then, in the blackness, she feels a hand grip her and for a moment damn near expects it to mutter "S.T.A.R.S." before Karl flings her into the tables in the dark.

    As she stands, she speaks- "Just like old times." The sound of it is a little strained and bothered- both by the still-seeping, if shallow, wounds from the fire she'd taken, and from the definite bruises she'll have for a minute or two thanks to being bodied by Karl.

    Then, in the space of a moment, the pistol on her thigh has left its holster, and she's firing. She is not using rubber bullets- but she's also aiming at the part of her assailant that she can easily tell. Supremely accurate, pistol leveled at where the sound of his footstep had come from. A round at his foot, and then another at where his shin and knee should be. The muzzle flash is not hidden, and even if she misses, it gives her all the light she needs. Darting through the black at a breakneck pace, the takedown she performs is nothing short of amazing- she strikes at the throat first, a light touch so as not to collapse it. Then she dips, slamming a fist at each knee before performing an in-place spin to push off with her hands and slam her booted foot right into his chin.

    It's not the easiest maneuver to pull off- and if it weren't for her near enough superhuman physique, she wouldn't be able to do so in a way that was practical... But, she is. So she can.

Iron Man has posed:
<<You need backup? Did you get hit on the head going through that glass? I'm right behind you, in a glowing suit of armor,>> Tony teases Clint, reminding him of such by landing behind him and shooting over his head with a longer, narrow, ranged blast.

JARVIS starts to slam Tony with warnings all over his console.

"Sir, your vital signs have started to deteriorate, as per my earlier estimate," JARVIS informs Tony. "Despite 'taking it easy', it appears you may---"

"Yep, yep, I can read them fine, JARVIS," Tony cuts in. "Smiting evildoers. Pause on those fascinating safety precautions for a few minutes."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
--Gonna need some back up-- Barton's voice over the comms. Agent #69, with Caron's team on the 1st floor, sprints with the rest. They hit the door and the a-little-too-short-to-be-a-field-agent busts in with the rest. Like the others, she's in full tacgear, helmet, the whole nines. Side arm drawn, she is suddenly oh so grateful for the night vision the visor on these suits come with. Even if it's a bit too tight on the hips and the bust and too long in the pant. Oh well. A minor inconvenience in teh grand scheme of things.

The bright glow of the laptops give away some hacker positions, and so she keeps low to avoid friendly fire. Smartest hacker here? The one that ducked into cover first? Hi, there. You are now my new bestie. Wanna play?

OH look. Iron Man too. He better not crack a shortie joke when this was done!

Melinda May has posed:
May's been here with the rest of the SHIELD strike teams, up on the roof where Clint was. And, of course when the go is called, he pulls a stunt that would get most people killed. Frowning ever so faintly, she pulls a quick rappel down from the roof to follow the archer and Stark into the window that's already ever so conveniently been smashed open.

And then to make things even BETTER, the lights go out and the sprinklers kick on. She'd thank Tony for being a giant walking nightlight, but she's not about to stroke his ego. Not in the middle of a fight.

Letting the menfolk waste time with quips and the tac team busting in the door create a distraction she simply pulls a pair of Mockingbird-esque taser batons from inside her sleeves and aims a swift and vicious backswing at the closest goon.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory does what comes natural: He starts swinging with enough force to shatter bones with each strike. The rounds bound off of him as if they were made of plastic. He's lucky that for the moment he's facing off against actual bullets rather then tasers. His glasses take a round causing them to shatter, the round smashes against his open eyeball splattering into a flower petal patern before sliding down his face and hitting the floor.

     This was right in his wheelhouse even if he wasn't exactly comfortable getting his own hands dirty. This was a fight that needed to be brought right to the doorstep of the rising tide so that they could get the internet back and he could make good on a number of backroom deals made during the outage. <No Tony, I think we're just fine without you, having a bit of a teaparty with the rising tide, you'd love it here, there's cookies and everything.>

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The bullets hit Karl and they sound like they sink in through tissue but the man keeps coming. "Holy shit," someone says in the darkness as he walks past them towards Jill. The hand to hand combat though, that seems to have effect. Not the blow to the chin, he seems to shrug it off, but the attacks to the legs bring him down on his back. He twists though, strong and quick grabbing for the back of Jill's heads and swinging hard for her face.

While Karl has strength and speed, his skill is rudimentary.

The men who attacked Greg are quickly laid out, the last of them, trying to get away before they're dispatched. That leaves Greg, Jill, Karl and the remaining hackers more or less alone in the Pit while their teams come down to join them. One of the hackers staggers out of the dark with his hands raised. "Hey, hey, I surrender man, I surrender."

In the room with Skye << I thought you were busy! >> Clint teases back hitting the deck as the room lights up with the flash of repulsor beams and a guard is thrown against the wall. Clint comes up shooting fast in the light put off by Tony's suit, and another guy slumps unconscious to the floor. With all the action, Darcy's entrance is missed by the goons, but May's isn't. The one she tazers goes down in heap. The remaining goons? About ten of them in total? Start firing wildly, in a literal blind panic as the SHIELD agents close in.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Ignored. Sometimes, that's exactly how Darcy likes it.

It's how she got on the tac team. She saw the supply request. She knew how many were supposed to be going. So, she just slipped in after telling the Field Agent who's suit she's in that the SO needed to talk to her first, Urgent.

Old reliable, the bait and switch.

Now, ignored, 'Agent #68iou1' creeps toward the ducked-and-covered hacker. Her helmet's visor flare-comping for the flash of repulsors. Thanks, Tony.

"Hands off the keys, Shitcode," she demands the moment she gets down and around and gun is leveled at her Bestie. Here I am!

Fuck, that was a good movie. We are totally watching that next week.

Iron Man has posed:
<< That's fair, Barton: I usually am,>> Tony agrees, rushing forward to pull some of that fire towards him and off of the squishier agents not in heavy armor. The night light gets lit up with the gunfire. But that was the point. << NOW I'm busy,>> Tony clarifies over the comm, then announces loudly aloud for the benefit of those shooting:

"I'm starting to think this was just a booty call, that you don't want a real relationship!"

Tony is so helpfully loud. "Because that works best for me. So if you could go ahead and face against the wall, hands up? Except you, on the left. Hi." Count on Tony to still flirt with one of the female mercenaries.

Jill Valentine has posed:
    Jill notes that success, but the bullets were not necessarily ineffective- just not effective in stopping him. Her reaction is straight out of an action flick. She's fast, and strong, and smart. Jill is combat training on top of combat training on top of utility training. As well, she spent a good amount of time actively fighting a seven foot tall monster capable of surviving rocket fire and strong enough to throw a truck. Karl isn't quite Nemesis, even if he is making her reminisce a little too much for her comfort.

    The strike in the dark doesn't find purchase, Jill too quick and too experienced in such an encounter for it to do much, now that she's taking Karl seriously. She pulls the pistol, and begins firing at various points on his body- nothing she intends to be fatal... But places she intends to turn into vital points. Immediately following a bevy of rounds, she begins striking hard at every point on the man's body that happens to have been shot- like throwing salt in a wound, or twisting the knife, she's mixing gunfire and martial arts. Like some sort of gun... Kata.

Melinda May has posed:
May ducks behind a convenient piece of furniture when the mercenaries start opening fire, and waits until Stark has garnered just about all of their attention. Then she flings one baton at the nearest mercenary's head before pulling her ICER and aiming for the next closest mercenary she can see.

She's again aiming for headshots whenever she can. Because she's mean that way. If the mercenaries actually have something vaguely resembling brain cells and try to take cover, she's make use of the very inconsistent light levels in the room to sneak toward the nearest one to take them down.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Jill's battle with Karl seems to be getting nowhere fast. The man, if he's even human, takes the wounds but doesn't feel the pain and whatever is under his skin doesn't break like bone. He throws her off of him and gets to his feet, the light of the computer screens showing the blood running down his body. So at the very least he bleeds. Though, he doesn't seem bothered by it. His eyes flick towards the men coming down the stairs as both Greg and Jill's teams converge on him. That was a lot of guns, to say nothing of the one Jill holds.

Calcuation shows behind his eyes and then, with a slight smile, as if remembering some distant day, he raises both hands. "I surrender," he says.

In the room with Stark and Skye, Clint ducks low as the mercs fire, rolling and coming up by Darcy and Skye, firing back at one of the mercs, then pinning another one by his arm to the wall. Hey! It was non-lethal.

Between that, the ones May shoots and otherwise stuns with her baton and freaking Iron Man in the room, the mercs decide that discretion is the better part of valour. They surrender, and when told by Stark, line up against the wall, the hackers too. Well, except for the one who Tony waves to, she hesitates a moment to shoot him a wink.

Clint stands up glancing around at his back up. "Everyone okay?"

Gregory Stark has posed:
     One of the stun rounds manages to stick right to Gregory's backside. The others hadn't managed to activate their electric shock before falling off, but this one got a lucky shock. The energy courses through his body interacting with his nanomachines and causing him to begin to shake and convulse on the spot screaming in pain at the top of his lungs.

     If he was honest with anyone it was perhaps the worst pain he'd felt in his entire life, which considering how painful the process to install the blasted nano-machines was said a lot. The round seems to do a lot more then it was ever intended to causing him to visibly glow like someone being shocked by lightning while he screams.

     A second later he falls down onto his back in the water, unable to move, eyes locked on the ceiling.

Quake has posed:
Skye freezes, even if she knows who it is pointing that ICER at her. "Fuck." Wordlessly, she shuts her laptop, and slowly puts her hands into the air. "I want my lawyer. Nelson and Murdock. I'm not saying anything without a representative."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Thank the nightvision. Behidn the visor, Darcy grins. She keeps the 'gun' pointed at her captive, half glancing at Barton as he rolls up next to her, helping to finish the body block into the cover and protection of the desk's hollow nook that prevents this hacker from getting away.

"So good of you to join us Mr. Flynn," she quips right before he pins a merc to a wall with an arrow. She leans a bit to glance, then smirks.

"You didn't even split the shaft. What kind of Robin Hood are you?" Agent #68iou1 raspberries lightly, face turning back to Skye. THat's when the hardness of the smirk fades into something more like relief. It's over. Sure, there's legal shit to deal with, but at least the life-threatening part is done with, right?

Right!

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say can be blah blah blah. I ain't a fucking cop, but I got cuffs. And man, have I always wanted to use 'em. Here, gimme hands," she's rambling semi gleefully, while Barton stands and asks for a check in. She mouthed off at him. He'll know she's fine. Does she really need to officially check in.

Not one word, May!!

And not a beep about how Darcy puts the ICER back in its holster to pull out hte cuffs to cuff Skye Johnson's hands in front of her.

This is why no one ever REALLY wants Darcy to handle ACTUAL bad guys. Good thing she and Skye are under cover right? Get it! Under...cover... *cackle* I crack myself up.

Melinda May has posed:
May doesn't see Darcy's far less than ideal ways of handling getting Skye into cuffs. Though, of anyone here, she'd be the one that would be the least likely to make Darcy regretneglecting regulationgs.

Why doesn't she see what Darcy's doing? Because she's busy. Any mercenaries that aren't listening to Stark when he tells them to stand down are going to be PUT down by her very decisively, either with the ICER in one hand or the baton in the other. It probably doens't help matters that she has yet to say a single thing aloud, though if Tony realized how much of her ire at the sprinkler system is being taken otu on the mercenaries, he might have left it off to spare their adversaries the damage.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony has a... problem, related to how much he's over-extended. Not a BAD problem, but. Lots of his console display are getting worse. JARVIS is getting more mildly insistant in his ... mildly insistant way. And the heroing is done. Time to suffer. ...out of sight, that is.

<< I'm great,>> Tony cheerfully answers Clint. As if Tony would admit to NOT being great.

<<We missing anyone?>> Yes. How about, say, Greg?

Tony searches for, then approaches Gregory. And pokes him. "Are you dead? I don't have a spatula big enough to scrape you up. Maybe in the next suit," Tony asks him aloud. But he IS actually going to check to see if his brother is alive.

Jill Valentine has posed:
    Jill's response is relatively simple once she's thrown off of him- battered back by the sheer danger of his strikes, rather than the strike itself. However, the other teams converge and she simply levels the firearm on the man, just as he starts calculating his odds. Her expression is not necessarily feral or furious- just intense.

    "Get down on your knees, put your hands behind your head." she states, calmly and succinctly. There's no grudge, and rather slowly, there is becoming less and less blood from Jill- who seems to be getting more fight back as things get less violent.

    <<Valentine, down in the pit. I have the larger one... Almost in custody. I need three agents to handle the apprehension.>>

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Electricity arcs off of Gregory's unconscious form and actually sends a bit of charge to Tony's suit as he's poked. There's enough electricity emanating from him to power a small generator. For a few seconds he remains like that just arcing electricity to the world around him and frying some of the electronics he's managed to fall near.

     From a quick scan it's clear that he's alive at least. He's got a heart-rate and everything, but the nanites do their part to try and reconfigure from the electrical shock. It's a wonder of modern cutting edge technology that the sheer force of the electrical shocks coming off the nano-machines HAVEN'T killed him. However as they reboot and return to normal functionality he's actually able to blink his eyes, barely able to move from the pain of what's just happened. "Ow." Is the only thing he manages to say.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint disregards Darcy's quips for the moment except to give them a brief smile. He rises then, glancing up with annoyance at the still falling water. He taps comms << Tony can you turn of the sprinklers now? >> he asks above the sound of water hitting the floor.

It's not the only thing, the winking merc, she is just a touch too belligerent in being directed to the wall and gets stunned by May's baton. Clint looks over, "Wow, take it easy there-" he sees May standing there over the merc, wet, surly and armed with shock batons. "You know, whatever, you do, you May," he says as he puts away his bow and answers Valentine's request. << Carson, get your team down to the Pit to help Valentine. >> Something crosses his mind to add and he smiles before deciding against it. He was the leader today he needed to make leader noises, not snark. << Anyone down? >>

Quake has posed:
Skye knows her rights weren't read. She'll save it for fodder later given she doesn't know how long she's going to be in custody. It's almmost physically painful to have to put a scowl on her face and sneer at Darcy and Clint. "Yeah. Whatever. I know pigs when I see them."

Other than that she's mostly silent, and sullen, not resisting, but not making it easy for anyone as she's led away. She's got a show to put on. Even if what she really wants most right now is to hug her friends and give her man a kiss. Damn she's missed them.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony flips turns off the sprinklers instantly when asked. << There are many things I can do. And that is one of them, yes.>> Tony agrees helpfully. And yay, Greg is alive. ...yay?

"Neither one of us wants me to give you CPR, so I'll leave this recovery thing to you," Tony says aloud, now that Greg seems to be 'fine'.

<< Great times, as /always/, with you kids. Glad to help, you are /welcome/. ---But, *I*.... I have a jet waiting... and a winning streak of luck to continue. >> Tony says on comms, now that they're to the (ugh) legal part of arresting everybody.

Iron Man is NOT sticking around for the clean-up. NOPE! He glides out of the broken windows, hovering just outside the second floor, to have a brief argument with JARVIS, and then goes gliding off.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.