6514/Trouble on the Waterfront

Trouble on the Waterfront
Date of Scene:	15 February 2019
Location:	Gotham Waterfront
Synopsis:	Red Hood gets unexpected (and perhaps ultimately unwanted) help during a crisis. WARNING: Graphic Violence/Language
Cast of Characters:	Red Hood, Crimson Dynamo

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Red Hood has posed:
It was supposed to be a pretty easy bust. Having been made aware of a shipment of illegal arms that was going to be arriving at South Hinkey for some late night off-loading, Jason Todd didn't bother to let the other Gotham kids in on what was going on. Part of that was pride - he's the loner of the group, and he's not afraid to go off on his own to cause trouble.

The other part was that he was a brat. This is a chance for him to unwind, bust some heads and have himself a good old time in the crumbling ruins of South Hinkley Island.

Of course, no plan ever goes as drawn out. Which is why Red Hood is currently crouch down behind a large concrete pillar in one of the abandoned warehouses. With both pistols drawn, he's pressed to the column as the loud BUDDAM BUDDAM BUDDAM of a fifty-cal is chewing up the pillar from it's vehicle mount.

On either side of the vehicle, men are flanking out from the vehicle, weapons drawn as they start on the move in a classic pincer manuveur to try to catch the vigilante in the middle. Noticing the movement to one side, the Hood fires several shots to drive them back. And he does a quick ammo count.

'Don't kill' he says. 'Leave the grenades at home.' I say. Idiot.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    The issue wasn't bad guys getting guns, at least as far as the Foreign office was concerned. The issue was who sold what, and who got how much skim off the top. People had been cut out, the wrong channels had been paid and so well. Somone needs to pay, and I mean less guns on American streets is how they'd sell it to the Dynamo right? In anycase, theres this noise. Kind of like a distant freight train, only its too low and it just keeps getting louder and louder. Concerned parties might notice a dot of light racing across the sky like a falling star, and a fairly robust thermal signature of course.

    When it becomes obvious however, is when nearly nine thousand pounds of Russian armor slams down into the deck hard enough to set off car alarms miles away. Power supplies humming and thrumming as it stands to it's full height, that T-slotted visor burning red as it steps out of that entry dust. The bright red the clatter of RPG chains, that brilliant white star set in their chest? It's the god damned dynamo!
    <<Surrender!>>That shout, that raw digitized mechanical growl seems just as inhuman as that armor. The sort've thing that likely fills plenty of Russian prisons with nightmares, but this isn't Russia. People here, they need to learn.

Red Hood has posed:
"Alright. I'm over my head." Red Hood has to admit that, just as drops magazines and switches them out, slamming in fresh sets. Eyeing his dwindling ammo supplies, there's a little grunt. "Fine. You may be right. For once." He eyes his communicator. It wouldn't take much to alert the Bat to the situation.

But then again, he's never been one to trust Batman to show up on time for anything //important//. That is what snaps his attention back around as a man pokes around the corner, firing a Kalishnakov at him. A pair of shots take out the man's knee, bringing him down. But that's not solving the bigger issue.

And just when things look bad - things get //worse//. The massive thrum of a landing mech shatters the windows of the warehouse floor, just before the massive armor storms within and demands a surrender. <<Little far from home!>> comes the response in Russian - passable, if not fluent.

"Shit, the Bat brought armor!" calls out one of the men. "Waste it!" The heavy machinegunner turns on the Crimson Dynamo and the slugthrower opens fire, spewing rapid-fired .50 cal rounds at the weathered armor.

The Hood snorts. "Not black and broody enough to be a Bat armor." There probably /is/ one, though.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres no bargaining, no attempt at de-escalation. Theres no knock out gas, or holograms or any of that. Theres a 30mm rotary cannon mounted onto Dynamo's shoulder which rises, before tilting down with an audible whine. <<Uraaaa!>> It's like the loudest thunder you've ever heard, enough to rattle fillings for sure. Just a short burst of a hundred rounds, and that "technical" explodes in a cloud of fire and shrapnel. There are no bodies, there is no truck when it's over. There is a hulk of metal and there are small chunks. Men have been rendered down to paste, and splattered downrange.

    One gauntleted hand outstretches as a few rush around a shipping container, and like a lightning bolt electricity arcs through the air. It does not daze men, it cooks them alive as it chains through their terribly conductive bodies into their comrades. Another four tumble to the ground as blackened almost skeletons. Raw megawats coursing between those fingers as it steps foreward through the haze and dust. Helmeted head swiveling through men who may just be figuring out what they've picked a fight with. Picking a straggler, before just pointing.

    "You there, you will halt. Raise your hands, and stay still. Fail to comply, and I will break you!"Even in English, that raw mechanical growl is more than a little spooky. That said, if she's noticed the Hood she hasn't made it obvious just yet.

Red Hood has posed:
With the Dynamo dynamically going to the massacre, Red Hood is torn for a moment. On one hand - giant armor is doing all the fun stuff that he would like to do sometimes. Or what he had done in the past. On the other hand - he's sort of pissed off. She's killing everyone that could also give him information on this shipment and who it was intended to go to.

So as she picks a straggler, the Red Hood makes a decision. Holstering his pistols, he makes his way out from his hiding spot and grabs a handful of pellets. "Think fast!" he calls out, throwing the pellets, exploding in mid-air into a billowing smoke. While he's pretty sure that the armor has a sensor suite, he only needs a moment as he grabs the man by the shoulder, and lifts his grapple gun, firing it to lift them hight up into the rafters.

While the truck burns from secondary explosions, Red Hood keeps a grip on the man as he frowns. <<Sorry, friend!>> he calls down to the armor. <<Not to take all your fun, but I didn't get a chance to check your passport. Got any fruits in there?>>

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    That chain gun begins spooling up the moment the smoke goes out, and then perhaps the unexpected. It slows back down, the muzzle lifts and it rocks back into it's stowed position. "Red Hood, Vigilante. Wanted for questioning in connection to allegations of terrorist activity on Russian soil." Which is of course how that'd be written up. That burning red gaze swiveling to try and track the Vigilante in question.

    "I believe we have same questions to ask. I will erase your transgressions upon Russian soil, and you will show your good faith in bringing suspect out so he may be jointly questioned."And well who knew, the Dynamo isn't just about the ultraviolence? "We want same things from this, there is no reason for heroes to fight one another. Would you feel more comfortable if I cracked my suit?"Downright reasonable, right?

Red Hood has posed:
"What, this a game of show me yours, I'll show you mine?" comes the response from the rafters. "Not that you aren't just a little out of your jurisdiction." Not that they wouldn't have the same response in Gotham, Jason.

"How about you crack the suit and power down, and we'll discuss this like a couple of civilized adults." he allows, before he glances to the guy he's holding. "Think she'll go for it?" he asks him before glancing down. "Shit." The gang-banger's currently out cold. That will make questioning just a little difficult.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    That suit shudders, easing down onto one knee as it's backplate hinges open. You know those Russian dolls, yeah ok it's sort've like that. Theres some sort of tight black undersuit, covered in bright red armor plates. The helmet is obviously designed to be evocative of the full suit, but the movement reads as much more warm and alive. If she's got some sort of powered exoskeleton, it likely doesn't have that much juice then. Chest plate covered in magazine pouches, pistol fixed at the hip. Combat gear then.

    Casually she sources an AEK-454 from the cockpit, before stepping off. Backpack thruster slowing her fall to a feather's touch, before lifting that rifle up to rest against her shoulder. "Very well, I have no quarrel with you. There is no reason for us to be anything but professional here, I do not even have issues with you taking your pick of the shipment before I destroy it. Now lets see the prisoner, please." See and everyone just acts like the Dynamo is some sort of crazy ultra-nationalist.

Red Hood has posed:
Dropping to the ground behind some of the crates, he considers, setting the guy down and wrapping a zip tie around his wrists and ankles.

"Just like Christmas." comes the comment as he reaches over, picking up one of the dead men. He has a bad vibe, and he's preparing for anything as he steps out into the open, carrying the body over one shoulder, his pistol drawn in his other hand as he glances up towards the woman. And he gets a first good look at her.

"Would it be bad to say I wouldn't mind spending some very unprofessional time with you?"

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "I would suggest you should raise your standards."Comes the cool retort, casually walking nearer. "All I want, is the port of origin. Where it -actually- sailed out of, not what the manifest will say. Once I have this information, you can do whatever you wish with him."Theres a pause there, one gauntleted hand lifting to crack the seal on her helmet before lifting it off. Casually hanging it from a hook on her belt, before bowing her head to light up a cigarette.

    "I am not KGB, I am not Titanium Man. I am not here to start trouble with American heroes, I'm just concerned with plugging the leaks from my side."Her left eye is a mass of scar tissue, and the eye itself clearly some sort of prosthetic. I mean they didn't even match the color of her eyes, then again Red is sort've fitting for the Dynamo's pilot. Anywho she offers over those smokes casually. "So lets see what he knows, yes?"

Red Hood has posed:
"Zinda Blake you're not." comes the admission from Jason, before he considers the woman, an arch of a brow beneath his helmet. Okay, so she wants to do this? Setting the man down, he reaches up and undoes his helmet. When it comes off - well there's the domino mask. No help there.

"I don't think he's going to be telling us much." he admits with a little grunt as he nudges the body with a foot. "So what brought you down here. Just happened to be in the neighborhood?"

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "He is dead, he will not tell us much no. "Casually pulling at that Cigarette, the Dynamo seems largely unphased. "I'm going to be perfectly honest with you for a moment, no political bullshit. Just the reality of the situation, alright?"Theres another step closer, but she's keeping her hands right where they are at least. "Crimson Dynamo is Russian Army program, which means I am just here to do my job. I am not interested in this American fascination with playing silly games for no reason, I am not here to pick fights. If I had been ordered to fuck you up, do I strike you as the kind of person who would be playing fuck-fuck games with you? Do you think Soldiers are payed by the hour, that I don't have someplace I'd rather be right now?"

    Theres a lean foreward as those eyes fix on the Hood, and narrow ever so slightly. "So how about you get your head out of your ass, and drag the prisoner out here so we can conduct ourselves like professionals. What're you going to do, hurt me? Kill me and they'll just send whomever replaces me if you're lucky, but no it'll probably just be Titanium man. KGB animal who pulls apart school children for fun, you prefer to deal with him?"

Red Hood has posed:
There's a lift of a brow beneath the domino mask, and Red Hood actually chuckles as he listens to Galina. "Nice to know you want to get right to the point of things. Considering your perpinsity to put bullets in people, needed to make sure you weren't going to put one in my only source of information." Nudging the body with a foot, Jason makes his way back over to the crates.

There's a yelp and scream and he comes back out, dragging the last survivor with him as he heads back over to where Galina is. "So. You got an option here. You can either spill your guts to me, and hope that I'm actually listening to the Bat tonight, or you can.."

"Fuck off!" spits the man, "I ain't telling you anything!"

"Orrrr." Jason drawls as he gestures to Galina. "Seems like she's just all types of fun in information retrieval. I bet she could probably teach me a thing or two." he comments casually. "It's entirely up to you."

With that, he reaches over, plucking the cigarette from Galina. "I'll be over there if you change your mind." And he starts to casually stroll away, leaving the guy with Galina.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Galina is a patient woman, but she is often not a terribly kind one. "Hello there.."She casts Jason a glare, but she's happy to just boy her head and light up another smoke. Then well, it's time to get down to business. She ties a ziptie around the man's thigh, before pulling it -TIGHT-. "I am the Crimson Dynamo, and you're going to tell me everything I want to know. First though, I think it's best if we set the stage."She gives that right arm a snap, and swings a length of rectangular steel down from her gauntlet. The thing's not even sharp, but well theres a sizzle of electricity and it flares to life.

    That brilliant chunk of, what inconel? Anyway it was intended to cut through light armor and fences, that sort of thing. It has another use though, one she demonstrates without hesitation. Diving it firmly down against the poor guy's knee, letting it roast it's way through skin and bone. "Now I believe in total honesty during an interrogation, and that goes both ways. I will not lie to you, and if you lie to me I'm going to show you what lies beyond this introductory chapter into Russian interrogation techniques. "-Crack-that blade hits the blacktop below, and Galina glances over her shoulder. Wrenching on that bar to, oh fuck she's going to amputate his leg right here. "What do you want to know, I'm forming a dialogue with our guest here. It'll be quicker this way."

Red Hood has posed:
The screams of the man echo throughout the factory floor as Galina pulls a surgical strike on him. Jason never bothers to take a drag off the cigarette, instead stubbing it out under his boot. "Damn things will kill you." As he listens to the screams a few minutes longer, it seems that there /is/ a conscience somewhere beneath all of that anger and vitrol that comes from being the reborn.

The guy is in sobs. "Black Mask! It was the Black Mask! He said something about a big push! We were gonna deliver the weapons to the old lumber yard!" the man sobs out as he the zip ties prevent him from grabbing at his legs as he moans in agony.

"You know you're probably not gonna get much more than that, torvish." he offers to Galina as Jason returns, folding his arms over his chest. "Right. Take back what I said earlier."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "And where did they come from, what port? I'm glad you're being honest with me, I appreciate it very much. I can give you a pill once we're done, take the pain away?"If she has any qualms with any of this, well it's hardly apparent. Rather she's cool as a cucumber, so yeah probably not her first time. Anywho she glances back to Jason as he returns.

    "Take back what you said, which thing exactly hm?"That blade gives an audible pop, before losing color and with a roll of the arm she swings the thing back into it's stowed position. "What, not losing your nerve are you, American? Come now, if you think this is that rough you really need to get out of country more often. I'm playing nicely, by the rules as it were."

Red Hood has posed:
"Nothing about losing my grip." There's a smirk from Red Hood as he glances aside to the woman. "As for losing my nerve." He gives a dry heh. "I'm made of sterner stuff."

The guy whimpers in pain as the cauterized wound still sizzles from where Galina had struck. "..I don't know, I don't know where he got his stuff! We're just picking it up!" he cries out, tears streaming down his face as he looks between the two. "Please, I got a wife and a kid, don't kill me!"

"If I had a nickle for every time I heard that one." comes Jason's retort. "But to answer your question, the freighter was Turkish flagged, but intelligence says it stopped near Tartus before making the crossing to Gotham." There's a slight glance aside to Galina. How did she not know that?

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "That does not match intelligence."She offers, peering after the freighter for a moment before dropping her hand to that holstered..what is that thing. Small and polymer, and -BKAM-. She gives the poor fuck a pill to help with the pain alright. She never said she'd let him go, right? "So either somone in the FSB is an idiot, or they're on the take. Great, just great."Holstering back up with a sigh.

    "Well I promised you get pick of litter, are you familar enough with Russian arms to pick something out yourself or would you like me to help you? I'm going to need to examine at least some of the cargo, try to figure out what the fuck the FSB is up to this time."Cigarette flicked aside as she pulls that helmet back down. "And they wonder, why every Crimson dynamo ends up getting into a fight with the FSB sooner or later."

Red Hood has posed:
"Dammit!" As soon as Galina fires, like a flash, Jason's against the woman, pressing her against the pillar, his own pistol drawn and pressed to her temple. "We had an /agreement/." he seethes at her, pressing it further to her flesh. But after a few moments, and perhaps - this is exactly what she wants, he relents, pulling back, letting her free. But his defenses are up.

"I got enough weapons. I find out you didn't destroy these, though - it won't be nicities the next time we talk. And if you think that walking trash can will protect you?"

Like his former mentor, Jason makes with the smoke and disappears into the shadows to depart. "...remember you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Don't make promises you cannot keep, friend."That suit rumbles and hums as it begins to stir. If she feels inclined to fight, well it won't be here or now. She just lifts a gloved hand to the underside of her helmet, muttering to her controllers whomever they are. Then well, she's off. She has a freighter to put at the bottom of the bay, and it's not going to sink itself obviously.