994/Walk-ins Welcome

Walk-ins Welcome
Date of Scene:	17 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nick Fury, Juggernaut

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Nick Fury has posed:
The Daily Bugle classified section: the Craigslist of individuals who can't or won't turn to the Internet for easier and speedier communication.

Also, it tends to remain a forum for individuals of varying levels of interest in criminal behavior to communicate with one another.

In today's paper, there are several coded messages: some sort of doomsday weapon for sale, a get-your-own-power scam (it's really just a way to obtain slave labor from the dumbest criminals around), and a 'missed connections' message from one lovesick henchman to another.

But what stands out among them is a message whose language is just a bit different. In language that suggests an ad for an upcoming 'Big & Tall' type men's clothing store, a message is provided: next to the NY Public Library, an incredibly lucrative operation is being planned. Crafty collaborators desired.

Juggernaut has posed:
    A new Big & Tall XXXXXL store? Well that's just what the doctor ordered! He just -might- find a shirt that fits.

Yes, needless ot say, Cain Marko has indeed read between the lines, and is currently making his way towards the area in question. Even in his most restrained and human unarmored appearences, Cain has more in common with a wrecking ball and a semi truck with legs then he does a normal human. He practically takes up the entire side walk with his shoulder with and a height that towers chest over the heads of the next tallest in the ara. Muscles that would cast shadows over The Hulk round out his vast appearence and it's a given that any crowds in the area part to let him pass and obstructs him about as much as a boulder would find difficulty rolling down a shallow stream. At least the earth isn't shaking and seismic readers aren't going off. You could say he's stepping lightly. Overall his expression is neutral. HIs ice blue eyes scanning the area for any tell tale signs of whre to go from here.

Nick Fury has posed:
The space advertised in the classified ad has its windows covered by a thick plywood-and-steel construction that prevents any glimpse into the area. "COMING SOON!" reads a sign plastered cross the window-blocking structure.

The ad mentioned a particular knock.

Once it's provided, inside is a pair of nearly identical-looking managers with clipboards, clip-on ties, and click pens. "So, what sort of position were you hoping to interview for?" the male manager asks.

The ad mentioned a particular code phrase.

The managers both await with blank expressions on their faces.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Sales department." rumbles Cain Marko. His deep voice a low profound bass that carries with it the perpetual arrogance of that one high school bully who repeated grades several times. "..Don't take no for an answer." He flashes a big full toothed grin, his lare brickish jaw nearly hiding his teeth from sight from their vantage point.

Nick Fury has posed:
The managers slowly look to one another and then to Marko. "Sales? Seriously?" the female manager asks. Her male counterpart clears his throat. They lean toward one another and have a brief mumbled conversation.

After a moment, the female manager offers a pained smile. "Forgive me. Sales. Of course. 'It's a beautiful day for a sale,'" she says, completing the code phrase. "Please, follow me."

She walks toward one of the few mannequin displays set up in the space, a trio of figures sporting different hats. "Please high-five the figure in the center," she says.

The two managers stand expressionless once more, watching the much, much, much larger man.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "What am I..auditioning for a commercial?" quips Cain, under his breath, and only mildly annoyed by the added hoop jumping. His curiousity out weighing any sense of annoyance..or caution for that matter. He's The Juggernaut. what could go wrong??

His massive hand is big enough to wrap around the waists of mannequins..plural. uut nevertheless he displays surprising dexterity and control but reaching up towards the centermost Manequin and high fiving it without making any effort to flatten it to the ground. "Fine, fine." he rumbles, 'You guys offer health insurance, right? I'm due for a physical.."

Nick Fury has posed:
Once the high five is given, the floor begins to slowly descend.

"Please keep your hands inside the space for the platform," the male manager says as Marko--along with the mannequins next to him--drop down slowly into the floor, descending for what seems like several long minutes.

Eventually, a new space, one some distance underground, becomes visible. The platform-elevator stops with a pneumatic hiss.

A dozen or so individuals in the room all turn about to regard the new arrival. They're all wearing SHIELD uniforms, and, once Cain comes into view, dead silence pervades the room.

"I...have the feeling there's been some horrible mistake," one of the agents says quietly.

Juggernaut has posed:
    So there' a few ways this can be played. On sight, he might be recognized as just a really big meta of some sort. His face isn't distinct beyond it being thuggish and him being a red head. The restof his defining features are ..well.. 'I'm HUGE'. But that doesn' tmean a well studied SHIELD agent might not mentally sort him out.

Even so he just sort of stares blankly. at them all before rumbling in a deadpan voice to those escorting him, "I think this is the wrong floor."

Nick Fury has posed:
"Ya think?" another agent asks, before a different agent's death stare shuts her up.

One of the agents closest to the platform nods. "You really wanted 'Sales'? Jenkins, you moron," she says, turning to the agent who muttered the 'horrible mistake' line, "you don't know the first thing about coded messages, do you?"

Jenkins does nothing but turn a deep beet red.

The female agent near Cain sighs. "Okay, look. I think what someone of your...ah, natural talents...wanted was 'Loss Prevention'. You head back up there and maybe Tweedledee and Tweedledum will get you sorted out correctly. Unless," she adds, "My stereotyping of you is all wrong."

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain Marko's eyes widen slightly and he bites his lower lip as if resisting the urge to burst out in a roaring laugh that would probably rupture ear drums. His cheeks flush and his eyes water but he manages to reign it in. Meanwhile his huge fingers twitch but he resists and restrains himself further.

When he speaks his voice is tight, hoarse at first until he clears it. "Is this..entire...place...ah..a..SHIELD..recruiting drive? Maybe I've...been misidrected..just a touch.. What's in 'Loss Prevention'?"

Nick Fury has posed:
Jenkins rubs his face in shame.

The agent closest to Cain sighs. "Let me guess. You had in mind an entirely different kind of endeavor altogether." She slowly turns to stare at Jenkins, a frown clearly visible on her face.

"This is why we hire subject-matter experts, people," she says through gritted teeth.

"Look, pal," the woman continues, returning her attention to Marko, "you have two options. One is to go back up and try for Loss Prevention. They'd probably love to have you. The other option is to forget you were ever here."

She raises an eyebrow. "Which will it be?"

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain just stares at the woman, eyes widening even larger. He then grins slowly, "Well..I came here to get a job, I guess..getting a job it is. Loss Prevention then. Let's do it.." He looks over to Jenkins, "Take me back up, Jeeves."

Nick Fury has posed:
Rolling his head in embarrassment, Jenkins walks slowly over to Marko. "Fine. Just a moment." He types in a sequence of keystrokes into a nearby panel, and the platform begins rising back up toward the store space above.

The two managers are there, waiting, when Cain returns. "We understand you've had a change of interest for a certain position?" the female manager asks.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Word travels fast." grunts the huge man. "SO Yeah, something about Loss Prevention is where I need to be headed." rumbles Cain, placing a huge hand on his waist. "That sound bought right?"

Nick Fury has posed:
"Yes," the male manager replies. "That certainly seems more...appropriate." He gestures toward an area that says 'CHANGING ROOMS'. "If you'll just step through the swinging doors, please."

Through the doors--which is certainly a tight, if possible, fit for someone of Marko's size--is another platform that, once he's standing on it, descends just like the first.

In this room, which seems identical to the other room, is another dozen SHIELD agents.

"Welcome to Loss Prevention," a man near the platform's arrival point says. "Step to the right. Name and law enforcement experience? Hold out your hand for blood/DNA sample."

Juggernaut has posed:
    Well that seals it.

"This place is crawlin' with SHIELD alright! Yeah this aint going to work and I don't see no Thunderbolt program starting up again anytime soon.." He speaks up louder and rumbles, "Th'names Marko..and I got no experience with th'law worth mentioning. And you're probably not going to be able to get my blood." he steps to the right anyway and holds his huge hand out to let them take a crack at it. "Marko, Agent of Shield, got a nice ring to it though.."

Nick Fury has posed:
There's a SHIELD agent in a lab coat (over her SHIELD uniform, of course) with equipment for a blood draw. "Well, let's see what we can do," she says.

Several broken needles later, she sighs. "Are you, like, related to Luke Cage somehow?"

A male agent next to her, writing everything down, tilts his head to one side. "Did you say something a minute ago about a possible criminal history? Something about 'no experience worth mentioning'?" He swallows a lump in his throat. "Just making sure...for the record."

Next to him, a small computer dings an alert. The man looks at it and swallows another lump in his throat. "Ahhhhh," he sighs, giggling nervously. "You did say 'Marko'?" The man looks around the room. "We've managed to recruit the Juggernaut."

Everyone stares at him for a long, silent moment. Then, they repeat the stare in Cain's direction.

After a beat, everyone scrambles for cover and their firearms. "Don't move!" most of them shout, not quite in unison. "Why are you here?!" one calls. "Hit the alarm, already!" screams another.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Now what'd you have to go and say -that- for!" exclaims Cain, clearly disappointed that playtime is over and the jig, so speak, is up. There is a flash of red. Magical energy crackles across his body like lightning, his already prodigious muscles swelling bigger and bigger and his huge body growing even more immense and titanic as his trademark costume and domed helmet materalize into being around him. He raises both of his hands up in a surprising gesture of peace and calm though it's hard to say how sincere it looks given that it's coming from a behemoth who would now dwarf most incarnations of The Hulk and whose very presence begins to shake the ground from the most minor of movements.

"eey, hey1" booms The Juggernaut, "Calm down! Dont you think I would have already smashed this place apart if I wanted trouble? You idiots are the ones who put the -ad- out. I'm surprised you dont' hve more mercenaries marching in here looking for work!"

Nick Fury has posed:
"Believe it or not, we've already had, like, four today," one agent says from behind a filing cabinet.

"Freaking JENKINS, man," grumbles another.

"Yeah," agrees another. "That guy is an idiot."

"Alright," the doctor says, hands over her head and slowly standing. "It's clear that this isn't a 'thing' that will be productive for either of us. You're right--you could have completely ruined our collective day. But you didn't. That's genuinely awesome."

She gestures with her raised hands toward the platform elevator. "If you're willing to get back on that, I'll send you right back up. You head out, call it a day, we'll call it a day. SHIELD may be many things that people like you hate--but we remember this kind of thing."

"So," the doctor adds, grimacing slightly. "Deal?"

Juggernaut has posed:
    "And I was having fun trying to how deep in I could go. I should have given you a fake name." rumbles Juggernaut, "I was about to see how many needles you'd go through. I could still smash this place up you know..but that'd just bring more you and I'm not in the mood. Not like you could sotp me anyway.."

He just wouldn't be Juggernaut if he didn't get that line in.

"..Alright fine. Only if you haul out of here also. Next person who wanders in might not be as generous as me. You might end up accidentally recruiting Doctor Doom or something..."

Nick Fury has posed:
"I think it's safe to say that we're already beginning 'ghosting' protocol, Mister Marko," the doctor says.

"That is CORRECT," the man who had originally been near the platform confirms.

"I can also promise," the doctor adds, "that I will do everything in my power to make sure Agent Jenkins is not allowed near any sort of public communication outlet ever again. You cannot imagine the amount of money he's cost the organization for having to abandon this project early."

She steps slowly toward the platform control panel.

"And," the doctor says, offering a wide, if polite and artificial, smile, "I want you to know that all of us in here--whether we're willing to voice it or not--absolutely DO appreciate your not slaughtering us all."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Slaughter's to strong of a word. I aint some two bit psychopath.. And dont' fire that Jenkins fellow. You could use some shake ups in your lives every now and then." responds Juggernaut before turning and stepping back towards the platform. He won't remove the helmet and armor until he's ready to head out into the streets though. The thought just -now- occured to him that SHIELD could employ psychics. HE might have gotten lucky himself, if he admits it or not.

Nick Fury has posed:
The doctor nods while typing in the activation sequence for the platform. "I'll pass that comment on along. Really. It might just keep him from being assigned to the middle of nowhere, Yukon, for the rest of his life."

Then, the platform begins to slowly rise.

Up in the storefront, the two managers are not immediately visible--until it becomes clear that they're posing, like mannequins, in an effort to avoid the Juggernaut's wrath.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Juggernaut just sort of stares at them for a long time, trying to see when and if they will move. Eventually he mutters, "Sheesh, good thing I didn't say Human Resoures or Quality Control..." He begins to move past them, his huge body shrinking as his armor bleeds off of him in a crackling of crimson energies. Just before he passes by completely he reaches out with a single huge finger and gives the nearest manequin a solid *THUMP* into the arm. It's enough to send anybody flying over though not enough to injure them. His huge voice emits a booming laugh as he does so, and he continues forward, leaving out.