6145/Footprints

Footprints
Date of Scene:	09 January 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Shredder, Captain America, Slipstream

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Shredder has posed:
    The Foot has become increasingly more active in the last few months. Street criminals daren't cross them, and there is rumor that the Hand is working with or under them in some unclear capacity. Where they meet, that's a little ambiguous, but one thing is more clear. The Purple Dragons know how to get ahold of the Foot. The East Warehouse is on the waterfront, and while it looks like little, supposedly this sheet metal building with grass growing through the parking lot is a key location to discover more.

Captain America has posed:
"Stay close." Steve's voice filters through the comm link in his ear. "This is reconnaisance, not engagement. We're looking to get in and out." He's dressed in a black leather jacket, a bulky thing that hides the thick material of his suit-top beneath it. Zipped up, the jacket covers the white star-and-bars across the navy-blue material. In khaki cargo pants and combat boots, the Captain also wears sunglasses and a black beanie. Greaser-biker wannabe? He's certainly built for it.

He glances over at Drake. "You've been in here before? What's the easiest way in if so?"

Slipstream has posed:
"These guys don't let you just recon, they're all engagement. They've been watching us for the last three blocks." Drake says back to Cap as he continues forward along the street. He's dressed in a pair of jeans with some destroy tears along the thighs and knees, a solid black shirt and a sleek Overwatch jacket. Tucked under the jacket is his freezing gun, and Snowball is strapped to his back. "These guys have eyes all over the city and they do not get caught by surprise often. I can blink us up to the roof and we can enter through there. There's an emergency door there." He tips his head to one side, cracking it. "You don't get motion sickness do you?"

Captain America has posed:
"Haven't gotten motion sickness since the Cyclone back before the war," explains Steve. He looks pensive behind his sunglasses. "Wonder if that ride's still on Coney Island... I should check." A dog-earred reminder to himself to do a quick Google search when he's back at the mansion. "Might as well blink then, if they've had eyes on us for blocks." The Captain doesn't make to canvas his surroundings. That would give away his knowledge of the hidden eyes on them.

Shredder has posed:
    The scene is mostly vacant, the sound of a tug boat honks out on the water in the cold January sun. There's a small door with a cheap metal awning at one end, and it seems fairly quiet. The chain link fence is turned up at one point, signs that many people have come through under the fence are evidenced by the worn dirt and grass surrounding it. Overgrowth is strong along the fence, weed plants having covered large portions to make the chain link nearly a privacy fence. It doesn't look like anyone has done any upkeep out here in a while.

Slipstream has posed:
As they come upon the fence, Drake uses his freezegun on a padlock, then gives it a good whack to knock it loose. He nudges the fence open and steps through. "It's game time now. They will definitely know we're here." He reaches out to grab Cap by the waist, tugging him close. "Hold on tight." There's a surge of blue light and he blinks out, shunting forward across the yard in a number of zips and blips. He's faster than the naked eye, leaving only behind a small streak of light. Up a fire escape and to the roof they come out of his speed-tunnel. Once he lets go of him, he bends over to grab his knees, wheezing as he hears the small chime of his bracelet on his left wrist alerting him with orange lights. "Ten seconds." He assures.

Captain America has posed:
From the unkempt yard to the roof in just a blink indeed. Steve takes a moment to survey the immediate rooftop area. It appears vacant in the bright light of day, but the hairs on the back of his neck are tingling with suspicion. He keeps all his super-senses sharp as he rolls the soles of his boots in his walk towards the emergency door. He's already got a hand drifting towards the small of his back, as if he might draw a weapon should something startle him.

"Copy that," he says quietly into the comm in regards to the wait-time needed for Drake to stabilize. Reaching out, he tries the handle of the emergency door to see if it's unlocked from the outside.

Shredder has posed:
    There's not an indication immediately that anything is wrong, and as the two reach the roof, the pebble coated tar crunches under foot. A simple pad lock is on the outside of the roof access door here, but what isn't visible is the internal electronic lock, which is state of the art. Four industrial A/C units blare away, working to manage the temperature inside, which indicates that it isn't as abandoned as it appears on the outside. Despite the lack of cars in the parking lot, someone has the power on.

Slipstream has posed:
Soon as the bracelet turns green again, Drake lets out a sigh as he straightens up. "I'm good." He reaches behind him to tap the small robot sleeping on his harness, causing the small animated eyes to open up. n.n

"Snowball, detach and post up. Send me an alert if you see anything." Doo-do-da-doo! It's Bastion's ultimate chiming through in affirmation. This entire robot is now a walking Overwatch plug for the young hero.

He moves towards the door as Cap reaches out to take the handle, then points to the lock that they can see. "Just be careful before we move in. They won't just leave the only obvious point of sneaky entry unguarded." He takes out the gun again, then starts to spray the lock and handle, then along the hinges as he can hear the crackle of ice in the air.

Captain America has posed:
Steve watches the ice spread along the lines of the door. "I figured you could try overriding the security system, but this works as well." He stands to one side and assumes a readied stance. Once the door has reached maximum thermal damage, he'll work it free of its warped hinges.

Shredder has posed:
    Whatever the lcok may be inside, the hinges are clearly damaged by the ice, and there is a creaking of metal as it ices over from the freeze gun. It's not obvious perhaps to the pair outside, but across the street, a gray clad figure, clothing the color of the concrete, sits quietly against an air conditioning unit to blend in.
    "<Base,>" says the japanese voice. "<we have intruders on the roof, two men, one armed with...some kind of ice weapon.>"

Slipstream has posed:
"You clearly overestimate how cool I am, Cap. I'm not a budget Tony. I'm fast and I play video games and I got a cool robot that tells Tony that if I'm gonna die, to send him a SOS. Also, this thing monitors everything I do and say. Everything. Like... everything.. so Tony has a twenty-four feed on me. Totally normal and not creepy. Snowball also knows about Protocol Sock on the Door, don't you buddy?"

Snowball's faceplate goes x.X.

"She gets it." As the door is tugged off, Drake pauses to take a peek at the doorframe, then along the floor in search of trip wires or an explosive or something. "Ready when you are."

Captain America has posed:
"Fortune does favor the bold." With that wry comment, Steve is the first to enter through the frost-limned doorway. Just after he's passed over the threshold, he pulls out from beneath the back of his jacket what's been hiding under the bulk: the starred Vibranium shield. Now that he's properly defended at the head of their little caravan, he continues on into the next area.

Shredder has posed:
    As the door is pulled free, the electronic lock that is ripped free falls from its mount to the ground, an indicator that they likely just tripped an alarm. Down the steps, it doesn't take long for there to be a response from the stair well that reaches down several floors. Four to be exact. The red and black uniforms are bursting up the steps, silent, yet not invisible. Stealth isn't their operation at present, it's interception.

Slipstream has posed:
At the sight of the electronic lock, Drake pokes it with his foot. "Welp. We're made." He says with a soft laugh. "So, we have a choke point on the stairs, but they're going to have numbers on their side. Wanna do something really cool?" He asks the Captain in front of him as he reaches out to snag him by the arm as he peeks over the edge of the stairwell. "Soon as the are within one floor of us, we're gonna do a trust fall. You trust me, right?" He asks, holding his other arm out with his freeze gun.

Captain America has posed:
"I trust anyone within reason," replies Steve as he takes off his sunglasses. No use hiding behind those now, especially indoors. They're tossed to one side to count as a loss. "As long as we end up whole on the ground floor, that's all I ask. SHIELD medical staff is getting irritated at me wandering in these days. Set a new record for consecutive visits this year. Lemme know when you're about to blink." He readies his shield. He'll fling it to ricochet down and around the stairwell with bruising force to summarily be caught at the bottom once they arrive.

Shredder has posed:
    The stairwell ninjas flood upward like a rising water, rushing toward the duo and raising their weapons. As they reach the floor below...

Slipstream has posed:
"Hold on to your shield." Drake assures him with a grin, then tips a wink. He waits, then counts down. "Three.. two...one!" With that, he leaps over the edge of the stairwell with Cap, clinging to him as they freefall drop with a whoosh right past the ninjas that are running up the stairs. Feeling the air rush through him, he focuses on his power and blink-blink-blinks to slow the rate of descent. As they land with a thump on the ground, he whips out his ice gun and flips a button on it as it hums with power, crackling with blue energy about the tip.

Captain America has posed:
"I'll catch it at the bottom." That's the last thing Steve says before he hucks the shining disc on the count of 'one'. Off the starred shield goes to ricochet about the stairwell, off various surfaces (including ninjas) like one half of a demented pinball. Ding-ding-ding, racking up those points!

It's almost dream-like, that flitting state of mid-blink, and when he lands, the Captain remembers to catch his shield on the fly only because it's headed right for him. Magical? No. Physics-defying? Absolutely. He still shakes his head and looks back up the stairwell.

"Numbers aren't on our side," he says. "If we can't get what we need this time, a future visit might be wiser." He adjusts the shield on his arm and upraises it in case of projectiles.

Shredder has posed:
    Several ninjas glance over as the ricocheting shield bounces around the stairwell, only to be clobbered in the face, chest, or other body parts. A couple duck as well, those who have the reflexes to evade the bouncing disc.

    Two shuriken glance off the shield as it's raised, and on the bottom of the stairwell, naturally there is a door out to the first floor. "First floor!" calls out one ninja as he ducks into the third floor entrance. Why he got out there, who knows.

Slipstream has posed:
Aiming the weapon, Drake blasts the stairwell and the far wall to create a blockade between them and the stairs. If they want to get down, they will have to jump or find a new way, but they aren't coming back down. He tries to aim it as high as he can so it will give them more work. "These guys will be gone within an hour of us leaving. No trace. Usually my strat in fighting these guys is to knock out as many as possible and call the cops. Of course the always mysteriously get broken out of prison like the next day. Pretty sure they got rats on the force."

Tapping his communicator on his wrist he calls into it, "Snowball, get ready to hit 'em with a blizzard!" There is the playful chirping of acknowledgment from the floating robot from outside. She knows what to do. "So, what's the plan, Cap?" He asks as he holds his weapon out, flipping it from frost to shard.

Captain America has posed:
"Given we're made and outnumbered, pressure's on your technology now to get that data extracted." Steve watches the stairwells around them like a hawk, shield continually upraised in case of continued barrage of shuriken. "Otherwise, if they're gonna scram, no reason for us to linger. I would executed a different approach if I needed to catch one of these sneaky wall-jumpers."

He continues his deliberate slide-step towards what he believes to be the front entrance to the place. By the set of his knees, he's ready to react to anything thrown at them at this point.

Slipstream has posed:
"On it." Snowball whirls into view and gives a chime like confirmation to Drake as he motions to her to do a quick scouting. With sensors flaring out, she starts to scoot about the room to seek out any easy access technology to scan and upload into her systems. Drake continues to make his way for the exit as well as he holds his gun out, waiting to shard a ninja or engage if need be. Once Snowball completes her diagnostics and downloading, he will signal he is good to go.

Shredder has posed:
    The ninjas flinch back from the ice gun that coats the stairwell, the icy vapors wafting through the concrete. They examine, but knowing it is a rather long drop, they choose to exit the stairwell on a higher floor, leaving the two along for the moment, and without attack. Surely it wasn't enough to scare them off, they are likely finding a new angle to approach from. Of course, now there isn't a way back up the stairs, since they are all covered in a block of ice.

Captain America has posed:
A series of musical chimes rings out to the ears of both interlopers. Snowball has apparently managed a successful scan, at least according to the master's bidding.

"Sounds like you got what you need?" the Captain asks of Drake, his eyes lingering on where he saw the small handful of ninjas disappear upstairs. The ice barrier seems to have stymied them, but he has no long-term trust in the creation. This place is probably a veritable warden and full of hidden tunnels.

Upon reaching that front door, he makes to kick it open rather than simply push upon it with his hand. He has his shield in front of him, readied, as he does so.

Shredder has posed:
    As the door is kicked open...it might not be the sight that was expected. There isn't a super computer, or an army of ninjas waiting. In fact, it looks like a party. Teenagers are speckled about, yes, it's a school day, but here they are. Some are drinking, some are playing games, others are lounging around. Hardly the super ninja secret base that might be expected. Several glance in the direction of the pair, and one calls out, "Oh sick, did someone boost Captain America's shield?" Apparently, he hasn't recognized the Avenger out of uniform.