6750/Where do Russians get their power

Where do Russians get their power
Date of Scene:	04 March 2019
Location:	Gotham City - FSB Mansion
Synopsis:	After the Crimson Dynamo was arrested by the FSB, Red Hood takes Kestrel with him to spring her.
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Red Hood, Carrie Kelley

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    It doesn't look like much, well I mean it's a huge disney fairtale mansion but a hardened prison? No this place on paper belonged to a Russian hockey player, hell years ago maybe he actually even set foot in this bottom dollar playset mansion. Empty spires, fake shutters, fake brick facade. Zillow says this place is worth -how- much, and look at those topiary bushes out front. There are details though, little tidbits. That gate outfront for instance, is aproximately three thousand pounds worth of high carbon steel backed by retractable ballards stout enough to stop a dumptruck. Armored window glass, heavily reinforced exterior doors. Overheight garage doors tall enough to fit a box truck, and then comes the help.

    Two guys at the gate, another two at virtually every bottom floor entrance. Big broad shouldered guys with neatly groomed beards and expensive tuxedos, cradling a mixture of M4s and Shotguns. They don't wander, they don't talk, or fiddle with their phones. They stand and some of them smoke, like chimneys no less. Hard men, spook muscle of course. FSB goons do after all, tend to have something of a -look- to them. Local PD probably has the place pegged as red fellas, if they've got it pegged at all. In a county full of mansions, it's not like most of the coppers would even be looking right?

    Deep below that faux bamboo flooring, squirreled away in the basement? A neat room covered in small panels of steel screwed into walls, save for the heavily armored door and that two way mirror to one side. A stainless steel table screwed down to the floor, and well they've learned not to leave the chairs in there with Galina locked up. No the Crimson Dynamo slumps, coughing against that cold concrete floor. Deprived of her prosthetics and, well they've not exactly made it easy on her. Theres a few teeth over there, hell the burns going down her arm are still leaking blood.

    A regular day spa this place is.

Red Hood has posed:
Handing Kestrel one of the pictures of Galina he had grabbed, Red Hood is settled with his partner tonight in a vehicle near the mansion. "This is one of those McMansions that was taken back by the Americans in the late 2000s and then returned later. Belonged to some hockey player." he gives a shrug of his shoulders.

"Intel has this is where they're holding this woman. Galina Nemirovsky, Sergeant in the Russian Special Forces. Also known as the Crimson Dynamo. Was looking to defect after she found out what the FSB was doing to mutants in her homeland. Found out first hand about their brainwashing. They're expecting the front gates."

He glances towards the top of the building. "I'm thinking we go in high and work on our way down to the basement. Keep the situation tight and the numbers reduced to the amount of people can come at once."

Taking out one of his pistols, he offers it to Kestrel. "Want it, or gonna try it the old man's way?" he asks. "These guys ain't your street level goons. Most of them are well trained and have skills that could be on par with an assassin."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel was likely in way over her head, but hearing that a woman was in trouble did make it worth checking out. Especially since Jason going in alone could mean complete and utter bloodshed. A fact that seems obvious when he offers a gun to her causing her to look at it blankly. "Forget 'ways', you think I've ever had training with a gun?" She points out with a little shake of her head as she regards the mansion frowning in thought. Yeah, she was in over her head.

With a sigh Kestrel tugs the balklava looped around her neck up to cover mouth and nose adding to her disguise along with the domino mask before her hand drops to run over her belt and gear.

"I'll do what I can here to help but this is mostly your show. Don't suppose we have a layout of the place somewhere? Though I imagine they wouldn't record any interesting 'alterations' to the place with the city zoning board."

Red Hood has posed:
Putting the Hood into place, the helmet seals with a slight hiss. "Thank Zillow." he offers as he hands Kestrel the packet. "Stay behind me. Watch my six. If we get in too deep, smoke balls and get yourself out of here." he says as he turns around to the redhead for a moment. "And don't you dare tell Kitty." he says flatly before he steps out of the van that's marked 'Gotham Plumbing' on the side.

Taking out his grapple gun, he fires it to secure a line into one of the towers, and with a running start, leaps, letting the line yank him skywards and towards the top of the building to land with a solid thud that his boots muffle the sound of.

Once Kestrel joins him, he gestures to one of the side windows, and moves towards it to check for alarm sensors to disable. When he finds one, he gestures her forward. She's the expert on electronics between the two of them. While he could defeat the system, he's trusting her on it. It has to start somewhere.

Especially since tonight is probably going to be pretty bloody.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel moves forward when gestured to look over the window. The wiring that she could see, the sensor. In spite of the seriousness of the situation she gives a quiet snort of apparent amusement as she realizes it's outdated by about twenty years. Apparently they'd never bothered to update the security system since the hockey player lived here. Gloved fingers dip into her belt searching for and pulling out ... a peice of gum. The wrapper is peeled off and she pops the stick of gum in her mouth chewing. Carefully she folds the foil wrapper over itself a time or two before wedging it into the frame. Slowly. Easily. Then she pops out the mostly chewed bit of gum from her mouth to press down fixing the foil in place.

A glance is cast back to Red Hood as she thumbs toward her neck making a 'dead' motion before stepping back so that he can go in the window. Follow him was the order and she was doing just that. "Old security, pretty basic," she mutters quietly as he passes to inform him. "Probably just on the outside."

Red Hood has posed:
"Good call." Red Hood offers. With the entrance secured, he pops the window, moving to slide inside. They end up in the attic of the building, which is exactly where he wanted to be. The hum of air being pushed through vents makes a comforting sound as he approaches the main feeder line.

Reaching into his belt, he takes out a small container. "Keep that scarf tight." he warns her. With that, he twists the container to turn it and pump it into an opening in the vents.

The Russians used Kolokol-1 in 2002 to break the Moscow theatre crisis. While it caused fifteen percent casualities among the hostages and terrorists, it was considered a success.

Red Hood is being kinder. He's using remifentanil, a derivitite used in sedation. While it may not take all of them out, he's hoping it takes down a good number of the goons and give them an easier time. Once the gas is released, he stands up, drawing one of his pistols. "We have thirty minutes before that wears off."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres one guard slumped in the middle of the hallway, another few passed out on couches just beyond in what appears to be a second level break room sort of deal. Most of the rooms though, well there are no beds here. Just desks, paperwork and in the last room before the stairs? The door was left open to begin with, making the contents plainly visible. Cyrillic paperwork is scattered everywhere, a broken laptop lies abandoned in the center. Off to one side though, a heavy burl mahogany desk all but covered in blood.

    Theres a fountain pen discarded nearby, it's tip broken off in the desk top. An overturned chair, a coffee table folded nearly in two and yet more blood on the floor beside a discarded syringe cap. Galina perhaps, got started a little early?

    The first floor is mainly an open floor plan, subdivided into little cubicle work areas. More than a few guys are down and out completely, but at least one of them seems remarkably more resiliant. One hand clutching a wet rag to his face as he staggers from the kitchen towards the reinforced firedoor leading into the garage, his radio forgotten but he's sufficiently dazed all the same. He seems to be rather stuck on figuring out how to open the door, with a pistol in one hand and a rag in the other.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel tugs the balklava up again only to give a pinch to the bridge of her nose so the form-fitting wire inside will mold to help keep out any 'fresh' air. The material itself was filtration against gas. "Set." She falls in line behind Red Hood, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any sign of people as they move through the rooms. Anytime she can, she crouches down near the passed out men to quickly ziptie their hands behind them. Better to make sure they weren't suddenly swarmed by guards waking up in case things ran long.

The room with the bloodied desk gets a little stare before she shakes her head firmly to look away. This wasn't the house with the bodies she and Tim had gone through. Those memories weren't here. This time she COULD save the woman in the basement. Right?

Red Hood has posed:
Pistol drawn and ready, Red Hood makes his way through the building. The helmet turns to glance at a moment at the blood trail before he gives a silent nod. As they approach the first floor where the one standing at the door is trying to get in, he holds out his hand to pause Kestrel.

He gestures to the man and he waits. There is a small motion to where he's putting in his code. A simple issue of an order. Once he gets in the code, they're going to take him down, that way they don't have to worry about the door itself.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres plenty of fumbling, before -BWEEP- that door swings open and the guy goes tumbling through it. The concrete stairs do plenty of work here, the guy's out on impact clear enough. The garage though, well it's not much of a garage actually. I mean sure theres a box truck over there, and twelve food of bright red something under a drop cloth. There's also a desk here, and behind that desk a heavy freight elevator leading down.

    Behind that desk is a dude, actually three of them but only one of them stands as his coworker comes pouring through the door into a pile on the floor. Body armor, Kalashnikov already in one hand. His gaze zipping up to the doorway, and theres a second of pause before reaching for the big red button...

Red Hood has posed:
When the stairs swing open and the concrete floor opens up, exposing the garage area, the truck and desk, Red Hood grits his teeth. Seems they're going that way. Reaching into his belt, he grabs a flash bang and pops the key before flinging it amongst the Russians. "Eyes." he hisses at Kestrel in warning.

And as soon as the flashbang explodes in a brilliant light and explosion, Red Hood is through the door, leaping straight for the man standing up. They have assault rifles. They don't have Bruce's rules. But Jason doesn't slip into that familiar want for bloodshed. He made a promise. He slams hard into the standing man with his shoulder. Swinging his body to the left, an armored boot goes for the man on the right. The man of the left?

That one is being left to Kestrel as he wraps an arm around the main man's neck to drop him face-first into the desk. Noone said he couldn't be rough.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel turns her head with eyes shut just until that familiar crack of the flashbang goes off. Then she turns her attention back watching Jason leap through the opening. Ducking low she flips down the stairs landing on her feet in a run for the man left behind. Her center of balance is kept low to avoid any fire that might come from the moment as she runs to his side. A flick of her wrist brings out an escrima stick which she lashes out to swing right at the base of his neck from behind. While she might be on board with the 'no kill' rule she wasn't afraid of being brutal with her opponents, especially when they were armed.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Bad guy #1, well The hood gets a good clean hit in. Enough to ring his bell and drive him to the ground, seriously dazed but not quite out of it. His compatriot #2 catches a boot to the chest and it's more than enough to send him to the ground, only these guys have training. #2 rolls completely, slamming his back into the side of that desk and well it'll make getting up hard but he's back in the fight. AK tangled in it's sling he leans to the left, clearing gunleather as he jams his elbow into the desk. His eyes are still blurry and his ears ringing, but he's together enough to fire twice in rapid succession at the blur of movement.
    Badguy #3 is easily rushed, hell even landing that stick in the back of his neck isn't all that difficult. He goes down on a knee, ramming the barrel of his Kalashnikov into the concrete floor to keep himself somewhat upright. Left hand jerking free a ring hinted blade shaped like a claw, a Kerambit to be exact. <<Kontackt!>> Shouted in Russian, and well the alarm may not have gone off but gunshots..

Red Hood has posed:
The gunshots is eactly what Red Hood was hoping to avoid. Rolling behind the desk as the shots slam into it, he drops to the ground. Using the clearance beneath the desk to his advantage, he swings his pistol around to fire a pair of shots into the ankle and lower legs of the second bad guy. Striking or not, he rolls out, rushing the man to shoulder-tackle him against the wall and finish taking him down, using the very concrete wall that the guard was using as support to his own advantage to crack the guard's skull against the back of it.

His attention snaps to Kestrel to make sure she has her guard under conrtol, and preparing to fire. One pistol swings towards Kestrel and her guard, the other is aimed down the hallway. He knows to expect trouble any moment now. He'd throw smoke pellets, but he needs the way clear.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
When he goes to his knee, still apparently functional enough to fight back, Kestrel turns swivels back toward him on the ball of her foot. The glint of that curved knife warns her to his intentions. Again she lashe out with the escrima stick though this time she thumbs the button that sends a shock of electricity through it. Not quite a stun gun so much as a stun stick. It was one of Nightwing's tricks, but as she'd been training with him, this was one of the weapons she was being taught. It seemed fitting for tonight.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    #2 screams out in pain as a round ploughs through his ankle, and he goes down. Distracted for plenty long enough for the Red Hood to bash his skull against that concrete hard enough to bounce, and well he's out like a god damned light.
    #3 lifts one hand to block that stick, but the moment it connects that electricity is more than sufficient to buckle his guard and reward Kestral with a satisfying -Crack- as she tags his chin hard enough to send him to the ground in a pile.

    Outside though, well shouts of alarm are going up. Doors are being flung open and flashbangs flung as the Guards begin clearing the building behind our duo.

Red Hood has posed:
"Find the button to seal that door!" Red Hood snaps at Kestrel. "We need to get our bearings to figure out where they're holding her." he rumbles as he holsters one of the pistols and goes over to the first guy that went down - the one that opened the door for them. Reaching into his belt, he takes out a pair of zipties. Securing his hands behind his back, the Hood moves to take out a small vial, snapping the smelling salts to wave them beneath the man's nose.

When he awakes, there's a hard slap across the face to awake him further. "<<The Sergeant. Where is she?>>" comes the question, quick and brutal.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel gives a single curt nod. Whirling away from her newly felled goon she moves to the door. Rather than immediately shut it, the escrima stick comes into play again to swing down from the side at the electronic keypad on the other side of the door. A few good whacks has it fall off, and she kicks the keypad itself through to their side. Only then does she swing the door shut and lock it. The keypad itself is picked up and jammed beneath the doorframe to act like a doorstop making it even more difficult, hopefully, to get through. "Should hold for a few, but hurry!"

Pulling out a flashbang of her own she uses the zipties to latch it between the door knob and the handrail to the stairs down. Just a small booby trap for when the door was eventually breached.

Kestrel whirls around to see to the other felled guards that weren't currently being interrogated. They're ziptied as well to ensure they don't wake too early.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    The poor guy, all he wanted was some black bread and pickles before this started. When those smelling salts come out he winces and coughs, trying to focus on the red mask (hood) for a moment. <<In the garage! Stop them before they get down into the bunker!>>Which is -very- brave if we're being honest. It's also very stupid, because well there is that freight elevator in the back of the garage.

    <<Stack up! On me, on me! The garage!>>The guys outside the garage, well unfortunately they're getting their shit together in a real hurry it seems. Guys hit with the gas are being dragged outside to recover, as the guys outside collapse their perimeter. They seem to hesitate when it comes to breaching the door though, because well they know who else is down in that bunker..

Red Hood has posed:
"Freight elevator!" Red Hood snaps towards Kestrel. Slamming his pistol butt into the face of the guard, he brings the Russian down. Getting to his feet, he's moving towards the elevator quickly, opening it. Then he looks towards Kestrel. "From here? It's my rules. These guys will kill you. They are going to want to kill you. If you have to kill them, do it."

His voice is firm and flat. There's no room for quarrel there. The rules will change, if just for a night.

With that, he's drawing both of his pistols, making sure they are both prepared and ready as he steps into the elevator, and waits for Kestrel to make up her mind before hitting the down button.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel had begun to go for the freight elevator. It's only when Jason gives his ultimatum that her footsteps slow with a sense of impeding dread. Could she do that? Could she kill someone, even if it were to save her own life?

Her fist clench at her side as she gives a quick shake of her head. "I can't." No explaination. There was no time. Instead she says, "I'll provide a way back out," she decides staring straight back at him. "Keep in contact."

Red Hood has posed:
"Keep frosty." comes Red Hood's response. "If I'm not out of here in thirty minutes? Get the hell out of here. Tell Bats it went south, and what happened." he shrugs his shoulders. "See you around, Kes." With that, he hits the button, closing the gates as the elevator starts to descend.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    It's a short ride down, and through a blast door that leads straight to hell. The room once furnished simply with dull green tables and chairs, has been decorated with what remains of the fifteen men who staffed this position. Bits of what were once men clings to the ceiling, as the overhead lights flicker and swing. At the back of the room lie tables of, well Galina's shit. I mean they got her arm and leg there, as well as some of her other personal kit. The back wall has just a single doorway and a floor length two way mirror. You can even see Galina slumped beside that lone table, only theres a complication.

    She stands in the center of the room, smiling ever so sweetly. She's almost beautiful, but those lips are just a hair bit too wide and when they part? Those dagger like teeth, hardly endearing. Eyes the color of hazard yellow, and thats just for starters. Delicate wrists leading to delicate hands, which end in long scythe like talons. All of which is dressed in the most delightful finery, the embroidery of those petticoats alone must have cost a fortune. When that door pops open? She half turns to spread her skirt in a curtsey"How long has it been since I've seen a knight errant."Her tone all but breathless. "Have you come to save the broken soldier, Sir?"

Red Hood has posed:
Kneeling down, Jason is expecting all hell to be loose when he gets down below. And he's getting low because he expects to find everything to be aimed high. Instead, as the doors open, he finds himself in a room full of nightmare fuel. "I ain't any type of knight. Errant or otherwise." comes the Red Hood's response. "I'm a Hood. You want a knight? Look at the Bat. Me? I'm the guy they send when you need your ass kicked with no qualms."

And there's not another word said for the moment as he brings up both pistols and starts to fire, emptying the magazines towards the woman as the shell casings are ejected and land on the floor. Because nothing says hello like a hail of nine millimeter rounds being fired as fast as the Hood can pull the triggers, the ends of the barrels already starting to glow slightly.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Not even an introduction? We grow bored of such vulgar conduct..."She turns as the gunfire starts, lifting those skirts and for a fleeting moment a glimpse below. There is not one pair of legs, there are many. An impossible tangle of limbs, the sight of which is enough to have driven lesser men crazy. Then, she drops and..just..leaves. The blood on the floor ripples outward from her passing, and well poof. The lights flicker oncemore, and theres a rush of wind but...yeah she just fucked right off.

    Galina rises unsteadily, pausing to brace herself against the table before staring at that mirror. She can hear the gunfire but...

Red Hood has posed:
"That was rather... anti-climatic." Red Hood rumbles as he moves to Galina's side and start to remove her restraints. "Alright. I have someone working to get us a way out. We need to grab your gear and go." he says, his attention turning to the woman for a moment. "You're almost more trouble than you're worth." There's only a slight tease in his voice.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Fuck you."Comes her response as she hobbles towards the table, and well on goes the leg and the arm before she takes a moment to get her bearings. They have been working her over day and night judging by the swelling, but well she finds her little metal box of medication and fumbles to get the autoinjector out so she can drive it into her neck with a low groan and a sigh.

    "When you came down here, did you see her? The Duchess Centipede, did she -see- you?"Casually selecting an AK from amidst the gore, before snagging a pair of magazines and shoving them into her waist band. "They moved my armor here, I can get us out if you get me to it."

Red Hood has posed:
"I saw her. She saw me. She left. Apparently she likes me as much as you do." comes Red Hood's response as he glances aside to her and he gives a solid nod of his head. "Alright. You want to get us out of here and keep your armor? Then we'll do it your way. Where we heading?" it's a simple question as he ejects the first pair of magazines and reloads.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "I'm going to crawl into my gear, and then I'm gonna do a lot of killing whilst you get out of here."She moves to the elevator, swaying as the drugs wash over her. AK cradled under arm. "I can fly, remember?"Says the woman who just spent the last few days getting worked over, and is now jacked up on..whatever is in those syringes. "Why'd you come for me, You don't owe me anything. You were free and clear of all this mess."

Red Hood has posed:
"Let's say I'm a softy for damsels in distress." comes the Hood's response as he steps on the elevator. "Plus, you pulled my ass out of the fire at the docks. I owed you one." he says simply as they prepare to head up and get to her armor.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Fair.."She offers quietly, before getting back to business. Safety off, chamber check and she seems satisfied. "If you saw her, then she can find you whenever she wants. She likes killers, she feeds on the bloodshed."Theres a grunt there as she pops her neck, finally. "Once I start, I need thirty seconds before you can make a run for it alright? Let me build you some space, we don't need to let these guys get lucky."

Red Hood has posed:
"Then she's going to /hate/ me at the moment." Red Hood is officially at ?? days without killing someone. He had expected that to change tonight, but it seems for now, that the count remains. He gestures as he gives a wave with his pistols. "After you then, Sergeant. When you get free, you need a place to crash?" He gives her instructions on how to reach the Redcave. "I'll let Arsenal know you'll be there."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Not a Sargeant anymore."She corrects, as she jerks the dropcloth off that armor and pops the latch to clamber lamely inside. Then comes the rumble and whine, the smell of ozone as those Venko generators get going. It spreads those feet as the minigun on that shoulder rises, smashing into drywall without so much as slowing down before it swings down and starts spinning. That 30mm high velocity cannon is an incredible experience at distance, but up close in an enclosed space it's something else. It spews fire and noise in a single stream of high explosive death that cuts methodically through the garage's doorway and into the house proper. Armored plates crackling with electricty, before it drops a shoulder and surges foreward. Each foot step like an earthquake, and then it goes right through that wall and presuming you can still hear anything at all? Thats when the screaming starts.

    Pouring high explosives and enough electricity to light god knows how many city blocks with precision, it's hard not to be distracted by the Crimson Dynamo. Sewing chaos and bloodshed with wild abandon, it's easy to miss folks making a run for it. Hell it's arguably the smartest thing you -could- do.