7416/Where Birdies Get the Info

Where Birdies Get the Info
Date of Scene:	05 May 2019
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Megatron, Carrie Kelley

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Megatron has posed:
    The information was out into the needed vectors. The mission critical ones had the intelligence, but there still remained the quantifying of the fringe circles, the possible players in the situation who may or may not take part. It would require more of an effort and perhaps a more deft touch, first to forge contact, and then next to disseminate the intel if it proved fitting.
    For now, however, first thing's first. Establish contact.
    Gotham city, late on a Sunday night. As close to the city being asleep as one can consider. Never quite fully so, but the rampant criminality of the city does take a turn. Prime time for contact, as any individuals on patrol might not be as occupied.
    The moon hangs high, obscured by the haze of low clouds drifting past. But it's enough to partially illuminate the rooftops, to grant that eerie otherworldliness that Gotham is known for. But what is the most beneficial aspect of it, at least in this moment, is that it creates a perfect canvas for a spotlight to shine upon that cloud cover.
    The Bat-signal. But not the Bat-signal. Not as strong as the one used by the GCPD, and coming from a rooftop not even in the neighborhood of the primary one. But it is still there from the rooftop of a four story apartment building in China Basin. Bright enough to hopefully draw inquiry.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Bright enough indeed. Kestrel had been out on patrol in an area that as of late had been oddly quiet thanks to the infringing invasion of some new players they'd yet to suss out completely. It kept the other riff raff down. A small, temporary favor, yet one that meant Sunday was just as quiet as it ought to be. When the unfamiliar faux bat signal is spotted it's reported in quickly before being investigated. The last thing she needed was to be suckered into some sort of trap with no one knowing of her location.

It's only a short bit of time before the shadowy form that was Kestrel swings through the rooftops to land gingerly upon the one in question. Unlike her bretheren she wore no cape, only a hood and trailing ends of a coat around her hips. More functional than 'traditional' in style. Though she was on guard with her hand hovering near her belt she does scan the rooftop further before stepping in to investigate.

Megatron has posed:
    The building is not remarkable. One of any number similar ones built during the 50s and the affordable housing efforts. The roof has a stair alcove that leads down into the building and an old industrial air conditioner, but other than that little else. Little else save the package.
    What greets her arrival is innocuous, perhaps too much so. It had perhaps at first been a QUICKEX delivery package that had been set down. She'll see the burnt edges and frayed bits of the box that must have been burst open to reveal the brilliant LED spotlight. It's only a foot and a half wide, but with the lens architecture and the power output it's impressive what can be done with such.
    Upon closer inspection, however, it'll become clear that that was not the only contents of the package. For within its confines there's a low greenish glow upon the face of a burner phone. A burner phone that is vibrating steadily with the report of an incoming call.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Yeah like this doesn't seem dangerous at all," Kestrel mutters to herself as she examines the package, the light, and the glowing burner phone currently buzzing away. There was no obvious signs of a bomb though. Nothing linking it all together. For all she knew though, picking that phone up would mean setting one off elsewhere... Still. It was obviously meant to get attention and deliver some sort of message.

Reluctantly she picks the phone up with a simple greeting of, "Talk."

Megatron has posed:
    It was a simple gambit, but luckily it had born fruit. When she picks up the phone and establishes the connection she'll hear a voice on the other end, cool and melodic with a British accent. And when it spoke it was with a steady and sharp precision. "Greetings. I am Norton Agamemnon."
    There's a single pause, perhaps three heartbeats in length before the voice continues. "Excuse the theatrics but I am trying to get information to the vigilantes active in Gotham City. But I would ask one thing before I do so."
    It could be a recording, could be one of those vocal programs that takes a sample of your voice and then replicates it saying whatever the user wishes. "Where do the vigilantes of Gotham stand on the Sentinels?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
That causes an eyebrow to raise rather quickly. Even as she listens to the phone she doesn't stay in one place. She was foolish enough to pick it up, she's not going to risk being a sitting target while listening to someone talk. So as he speaks, she dashes across the roof to leap to the next rooftop, and continues on moving. Until the question she remains quiet, just listening. Then...

She snorts.

"They're not welcome in Gotham or in general."

Megatron has posed:
    No hesitation upon her answer, the voice continues. "On this phone you will now find a file that contains schematics of the Sentinel nullifier weapon and four pages of the research log regarding its proper utilization and best practices. Get this to those who can make use of it."
    There's another short pause, then the calm voice returns, "Individuals should not suffer for the crime of their own creation." A curious sentiment. But then there's quiet, though the link is open still.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The perhaps unnecessary trek across the rooftops slows when it's clear that there's information being handed off and this wasn't a trap. At least not one she could suss out. She was beginning to become as paranoid as the others in her line of work, though. A simple nod is given though it likely can't be seen.

"I'll get it to the right people." Which she will. There's a pause before she adds, "Thank you," and then looks down to the phone in hand. That was an odd exchange... but one she was going to have to report rather quickly.