Owner	Pose
Felicia Hardy	On the roof of the Carrington Insurance building, a single form stands stock still in the shadows. A shaft of light highlights a cascade of platinum hair, and a diagonal section of a pale, masked face beneath the halo of blue neon. Keen blue eyes keep watch below, for a dark blue sedan. And on the roof where she stands, predatory and silent, she watches for the arrival of another. Just one other. Below, in the alleyway behind DeVorsky's Jewelry, the sedan pulls into view, and parks in the dark along the building's foundation.
Phage	There's no noise but another shot of the white sticky silken strand fired from him would have heralded his arrival. Starting in a business casual suit towards the Cat he says softly, "Sorry I'm late. Long story. Got a bit tied up for a few hours but here now. How'd you want to do this..." He asks as Mach's form flows from one suit to the armoured, bladed, alien form of Phage, complete with remodulated voice, blades, spikes and claws. "We thought... we could cut to the chase and make our point... encourage them to rethink their decisions. Remind them of... consequence." Although he's already sighting the shots he holds fast to get confirmation. It's good manners and operational procedure... ladies first.
Felicia Hardy	Cat arches a brow, wearing the slightest of smirks as Carl arrives, making apology for his tardiness. "Quite all right. I think we both got tied up a little longer than we'd expected. It took a while for me to wiggle free, but we're here in plenty of time. They're just sittin' in the car at the moment. Likely going over the plan, or rethinking it completely. We can only hope the latter. But if they make a move, we need to capture them before they hit the door. Russian mafia has been crawling in and out, in and out, all night, and I have zero confidence that there isn't an operative in the back door, right now. It's like they know what we know. In fact, they may even know that we know that they know." The Black Cat grins at Carl and winks.
Phage	The clawed maw of Phage grows wider. "We can take the initative." He says nodding at the car, "It may be a strain but we could provide a... distraction. So you could... talk." He looks over and around, "The movements of the others are too irregular. So you may not have long. Or we... could just take what we want. Lift the car and the ones inside. We have no problems with doing this." He keeps looking, checking for a pattern but, it'll take a lot of noise to get them to throw everything at him.
Felicia Hardy	Furrowing her brow, Cat watches Phage with a look of growing concern. "I don't want you put in danger. Let's just get them out, part and parcel, before they have a chance to move. I'd rather you stay up here with me, if you can."
Phage	"That would make it harder for us." He states, "At this distance we could web the car but not move it away. We need to get in there. Get closer. Yes." A clawed talon points at a nearby grotesque, "I will disable the car and open the sun roof. Then take some punishment. That mount will be strong enough to let you swing in and pull them out of the hole in the roof. The same thing that kills the engine may activate the locking system." Flexing his forearm Phage forms a large length of symbiotic spike. Then a second. After a third time he shoots them towards the vehicle. Two that kill the computer that operates all the car's systems, like the immobiliser, the engine and so on... the third roaring triumphantly through the sunroof, shattering the roof. He then leaps from the building, webslinging around front. Landing heavily and firing further white webbed loads at the first two people he sees. The clock's ticking.