4618/Mall caper, over-easy

Mall caper, over-easy
Date of Scene:	09 June 2018
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Inexperienced newbie heroes and Kaelyn deal with hacking thugs.
Cast of Characters:	Shoe, Kaelyn Silverleaf, Twitch, Egghead

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Shoe has posed:
Nicky is on the roof of the shopping center, decked out in an black and orange bodysuit with shoulder pads and a full face mask, taking advantage of a power outlet they found to top off and looking around from the corner of the building. They glance at a phone briefly and ponder. This area seems quiet enough, but they know they are prone to getting police called on them if they do anything fun. Hmph. They're jealous, obviously.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Who needs fancy clothing! Kae doesn't, though the jewelry and the other random items on her self might beg one to differ. But these aren't fancy in the way they look per say but what these items hold. The curvy redhead pauses just outside the pizzaria, the woman holding a box in one hand and a slice in the other as she takes a bite of said slice, having folded it in half first to use it more like a sandwitch...

There's a excited chirrup, and well, what can only be some kind of tiny dragon, with litterally smooth ground amethysts for eyes crawls out of her back pack and makes grabby paws at Kae's pizza... "Ookaaay ookaaay..." She says and takes a bit of pepperoni and hands the tiny cat-sized 'creature' the morsel.

Twitch has posed:
It's been a long day for Tyler. Classes at his new school were difficult so the youth stayed afterwards to do some studying and lost track of time to the point that he found himself running late to his part time job. To make matters worse he got lost somewhere in the Bronx on the way there. It was just not his day.

That didn't mean that nothing good would come out of it. That neighborhood he ended up lost in looked like a good spot to practice his rooftop running and maybe bust up a mugging or something. After informing his contact in the police to alert him of any strange activity in the area he changed into Twitch and headed back to Kingsbridge on his motorcycle, finding a good place to park the bike out of view of the street before taking to the roofs.

Once up high he holds his grappling hook loosely in his hand and starts to run, jumping from roof to roof, grinning beneath the bandana on his face as he enjoys the freedom to cut loose and take advantage of his powers. The path along the roofs don't last long as the buildings become more distant from one another so the youth slides to a stop and stands still for a bit, catching his breath. From where he stands he spots a shopping center across the street. He sees the lady with the pet in her backpack and starts to smile again before he realizes that it's some kind of weird lizard or something and leans forward as if it'll enable him to see it better. "Gotta get binoculars," he says quietly to himself. One thing he's definitely not used to doing is watching other rooftops, except to see where he's landing. The individual actually on the shopping center goes completely unnoticed by the young mutant.

Egghead has posed:
Three white sedans with banana yellow tire rims and black tinted windows roll up to the shopping center, coming to a halt in quick order.

The doors discharge two men a piece, one remaining in the car at the wheel. Each of the six men is dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a yellow tie and a pair of sunglasses, a black fedora with a white band and yellow feather sported upon each's head. They line up in front of the shopping center, looking at it, after they shut the doors to their cars, one by one.

One draws a computer jack, one draws a wrench, and the other four draw black pistols, all from inside their suits.

The man with the computer jack marches first, the four with guns flanking out behind him, while the man with the wrench seperates from the group and walks towards the maintenance side of the mall. Their steps are clipped and rapid, upon black polished shoes.

In a bright yellow limosuine down the street, Egghead sits on a white upholstered seat, watching through a computer screen mounted in each car, plus a fourth camera mount across from the shopping center, in a third story window. A woman in a yellow lycra bodysuit sits besides Egghead, with fuzzy lining around her wrists, boot-tops, and cleavage. She sits alongside Egghead, watching, and occasionally chirping a command into a com-set on her head.

Shoe has posed:
Nicky tilts their head a bit, listening to things and trying to filter through all the jumbles of noise all around. Great ears are only half the battle. The rest is software, mostly of the wet variety. Still, there was a noise on a rooftop that didn't sound like a bird, and color.. coded.. limousines? Seems a little bit.. noteworthy.. The dragon on the other hand? oblivious.

They pull the plug and quickly reel it in, stuffing it in a pocket. Might need to move quickly. Or not. They're not used to odd situations enough to really have a feel for things yet. Then they notice the pistols being drawn. Okay, that's not right. Somebody needs to 911 this. Preferably someone who can actually afford burner phones.. sigh..

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae glances up from feeding her little dragon some pepperoni and glances at the wierdos in the zuit suits with guns... "Lovely." She mutters quietly and sighs, before making her pizza box somehow shrink down small enough to stick in a pocket.. It's also wrapped in a sphere of slightly glowing energy too, but who cares! She glances now at the gang of yellow dressed folks as she slips to the side, sliding into a shadow and her lips begin moving... Those who might watch slowly might see feint, runes kind of pop up around the woman, though they're barely visible as she stares at what could quite possibly be trouble... She then grins and attempts to put up a ward over the maintenance area, this ward queued to stop the fellows with the pinstripes... Maybe she can create a bit of mischief while authorities arrive.

Twitch has posed:
"Oh crap," whispers Twitch when he sees what are evidently criminals of some sort in the shopping center across the way. There's indecision on the part of his face that's visible, along with wide eyed shock. It takes a moment but eventually Twitch seems to make up his mind after looking at that woman with her weird lizard again. The young man looks around in both direction and tosses his grappling hook so that it snags on the edge of the roof facing the shopping center. Once it's in place he hops off the edge of the roof and elegantly slides down the cord to the ground, whipping it hard enough afterwards that it dislodges the hook and causing it to fall towards him so he can catch it.

Looking at the crooks again Twitch lets out a deep sigh and folds his grappling hook, sliding it into one of the pockets on his vest, then comes up with a handful of cylindrical lead ingots. Shaking his head a bit he takes a deep breath, looks both ways, and darts across the street towards what he knows is going to be very dangerous, "Oh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this."

Egghead has posed:
"One little chick," Egghead muses with a piquant curl to his lips as he sees Twitch on the street through the bird's eye camera on the third story. He pulls a magnificently crafted multi-colored glass egg-set out of the seat to his left, sliding out and atop an upholstered arm. Inside the egg-set are twelve hard boiled eggs, each of them slicked with tabasco and dusted with celery salt and just a spritz of thyme. His fingers roll over the eggs as he watches the computer screen. His personal assistant, meanwhile, presses up against him, chirping through her headset in French to his minions.

The man with the wrench approaching the maintenance area stop at the sight of the ward, and puts his hand up to his left ear, muttering into a small microphone that emerges from his ear. He looks about at the nearby area, searching for the source of the disturbance.

The four men tailing the leader of the slickly dressed suits hold their pistols pointed down, two on either flank. The man with the computer jack moves to an information kiosk, and opens the technician's board, before inserting the jack.

Inside the security office, the only guard left - the other security guards having deployed to deal with the criminals - presses a key at the news of a security breach, grinning at the easy payout, then stands up and starts off after the other guards.

Shoe has posed:
Nicky starts scanning electronics in the area. Oh, hey! Some random teenage idiot has their bluetooth open!
<SHOE-ODCEJU has connected to bluetooth.>
<link: dial 9-1-1>
<Voice link, sublingual onboard mic: "Six people in matching uniforms carrying pistols at two hundred block east side of 231st street in the Bronx. I've gotta go.">
<link: switch to speakerphone. Volume 10.>
<SHOE-ODCEJU signal lost>
They look at the scene a bit and hmm. Weird force field? Someone running.. toward the people with the guns? Oh, that doesn't look healthy, but they're not sure how to deal with that. Hmm, looks like hacking is afoot, so the radio goes off. As of other things.. oh, how to deal with this.. this inexperience's bugging me...

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae grins broadly as the ward seems to mess at least part of their plan up... She tilts her head now, looking around at the other folks... She peers now at the guns... "Lezze, how can I nullify the firearms and stay nice and quiet about it." She mutters quietly, right now the firearms being the big thing on her mind as supposed to the hacking...

Kae tilts her head curiously as she picks up her phone and taps the screen on it. Instead of a normal interface though, the phone grows to the size of a small tablet, and on its surface are runes and eldrich writing... She flips through the screens now, hunting up a spell.. "Lets see... maybe transmutation.. I bet I can turn em into waterguns...." She mutters....

Twitch has posed:
Nicky ain't the only inexperienced one. Twitch has little idea of what he's doing out there, but he knows that if he doesn't act innocent people might get hurt. As he closes in on the guys with guns he tilts his head slightly to the side to gauge something and then cocks back his right arm, lead ingot in his hand ready to go. "You guys supposed to be doing that?" he calls out to the guys with guns and their cohort with the electronic gizmo, doing his best to keep his voice loud and steady despite a slight twitch in his cheek. His knees bend and he prepares for rapid movement and he tries to keep the matching cars the crooks got out of in the corner of his eye. "I think you should just get in your cars, go home and quit being criminals."

Egghead has posed:
The computer tap would appear to be, to Nicky, should they check, feeding into the yellow limosuine parked down the street, downloading the manifests of the incoming merchandise of every store in the mall, from sportswear to jewelry, months into the future. It's flowing from the information kiosk and through an authorized command input from the security office, digitally into Egghead's limosuine.

"Mm, that's unfortunate. That takes the ham from my profits," he muses at his henchman's failure to get into the water and power portion of the mall. "Someone always objects to bacon and eggs, don't they, dear?" he flirts with his assistant, looking at her and tilting his elongated bald head against her.

As mall security arrives to deal with the thugs, the four thugs point their guns - if Kalyn studies them, they're made of rubber, they are already fake - at the security guards, while the information downloads from the computer jack. The man manning the tap closes the information hub with the jack still inside, the individual piece of technology worthless, and he draws a switchblade from inside his his suit, flicking it open and turning to face Twitch. He grins crookedly, tilting his fedora forward with his left hand and adjusting his shades, before he drops down into a low knife fighter's stance. "Society prepares the crime, the criminal commits it. I once saw that in a fortune cookie a day I forgot to shower."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae tilts her head "Woops no need..." She then tugs a rod from her pocket, this extending out, kind of like a thick wand, though it's covered from one end to the other in runes. She points the runed item at the computer she is seeing doing the hacking and such and well fires a ghostly bolt at the item, the bolt actually seeming to arc and wind toward the thing. It's not extremely powerful as far as eldrich bolts go, but magic has a wonderful, if nasty effect on most technology, especially when directly applied to the item.. Kae honestly has no clue exactly what this will do, but she thinks to her self it might help mess up the crime in progress and all...

She stares at the thug with the switchblade, and turns to look at the limos with funky tires... She then tilts her head smiles and attempts to project her voice inside.. "So ladies, and gentlemen." She says calmly, not really having to speak loudly but hoping her voice carries. "Fake guns and such? Ya thinking maybe ya should call off this crime 'fore someone gets hurt?"

Shoe has posed:
Well, they look kind of lined up-ish, right? She takes a big jump off of the top of the roof, twists, and quietly drops onto the guy with the knife with a low *WHUMP* of repulsion burst, bouncing off to try to jump on the shoulders of another thief, and maybe even another if they can torture physics badly enough, like something out of an ancient Mario platformer.

He spins in the air in an obvious mockery of classical ballistics, flaring into a kick and looking around quickly, because the 'shock and awe' of being bounced on like a Goomba isn't going to last all that long. "Seriously? Yellow? The hell."

Twitch has posed:
"You are going to regret this, man," Twitch informs the knife wielding crook, shaking his head slowly and hoping that it won't be him doing the regretting instead. He doesn't bother to get close to the man before making his move, his right arm sweeping down with the metal ingot in it. Thankfully, he's got suped up reflexes and the shock of seeing someone appear from nowhere causes Twitch to instinctively start dodging, zipping to his right side and tumbling on the ground before coming up in a fighting stance. A realization quickly hits and the young mutant instead focuses his attention on other targets, his hands snapping out to launch his little projectiles at the gun hands of the robbers. As his weapons fly through the air Twitch runs towards them, ready to do battle with his fists should they continue to resist.

Egghead has posed:
The datajack shorts out and the transmission of the manifests to Egghead's secure server ceases with a partial find, plus the fact that the police are aware of what information was taken, narrowing the length of time that each store manifest is valuable to a potential client for sale. Egghead already has a small group of investors lined up for the sale, and although it was a disappointing take, he's recorded data on at least two of these heroes, via his cameras, for later use. He'll see if he can't sell AIM or HYDRA the data on their appearances and power-sets.

Egghead watches his minions fall, one by one, eating an egg rapidly and swallowing, each time, until he's eaten four hard boiled eggs. His assistant hands him an ornate valved yellow bottle of white French vanilla dairy creamer that he drinks, as he hears Kaelyn speak to him.

"Well, dear, if you put it that way. I once knew a man that could perform the Danse Macabre like a charmed bird. Camille Saint-Saens is an egg-egant composer, isn't he?" He pats his assistant on the knee. "Come now, mother hen, let us listen to the lady. Driver! Chop chop."

The man with the switchblade screams in pain as the metal ingot punts into him, causing him to shock drop the knife and fall to the ground, while the other four minions are taken down by a combination of the ballet swan dance and the ingots knocking their fake guns away. Soon, the entire group of thugs is on the ground, with four fake pistols and one real knife. The security guards begin using zip-ties to secure the thugs, the thugs not putting up a struggle, too beaten to even comply properly.

The man in the suit with the wrench quietly tucks his wrench away and climbs into a car, as the three cars pull away. One goes up the street behind the limo, pulling left while the limo pulls right at the end of the street, the other two performing three point turns to reverse direction, one going left and one going right.