Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	Since being tracked to her brownstone Momento went on the move. Joined by a pair of other hackers and a pair of armed security men who look like ex-military. They've set up in the basement of a sports bar that's closed for renovations. The hack has begun, so the hackers are bent over laptops at a folding table that is already strewn with the detritus of their work, snack food, energy drinks and so forth. The security men, sit bored by the door to the basement not expecting any trouble at this stage of things, but keeping their weapons close at hand all the same.
Alfred Pennyworth	Things have been quiet so far, it's too late for anyone to really put a stop to their plans now the groundwork has been set. Ricardo, one of the guards sets looking over his Facebook feed while leaning on his rifle. The screen reflects off his cool brown eyes as he mutters to himself in Spanish.      He'd been silent for most of the night keeping to himself while the hackers got to their business. Then the knocking comes at the door. The knocking turns to a panicked pounding. On the other side of the door a familiar voice is heard, the voice of Ricardo "Guys, open the damn door!" There's a panic in his voice as he hammers onto the door with all his might.      Ricardo looks up from his phone confused, rifle at the ready as he trains it onto the door. His phone goes down to one side, as he looks down the sights of his rifle.
Clint Barton	The other guard, looks up from his magazine, and reaches for his weapon. A look is given to the hackers, and he holds up a hand for them to keep working and let them handle it. Then, pistol in hand he moves to the door. "Hey, whoever this is, you better have the password or you're getting shot."
Alfred Pennyworth	"The password is" Is all the man on the other side of the door manages to say before Ricardo swings the butt of his rifle right into the unsuspecting face of the other guard. Teeth go flying from the force of the impact, and the gun is thrown to the ground, before Ricardo turns back from the door and faces the hackers setting at their desks. "Surprise." The voice finishes from the other side of the door.      Ricardo reaches into his back pocket before starting to walk towards the group of hackers setting at their desks. One hand goes up to his face nails dig into the surface of his face, before starting to peel it back to reveal what it was all along, a mask. On the other side of the mask is the face of Alfred Pennyworth with a deadpan expression, his eyes still the same brown of Ricardo's as his free hand levels a pistol at the group.      "You surprised yet?" He asks calmly stopping a few feet from their desks, looming over them as he cracks a small smirk. "I would be."
Skye Johnson	There's a cluster of four 'desks' in the room. The lighting is poor. It's like a parody of some bad spy movie. You can almost picture the curls of blue smoke lifting to the ceiling from cigarettes that aren't lit. There's the stale smell of old coffee, though - a coffeemaker sits in the corner on a counter that's suffincing as a kitchenette, the thing half full. Dirty cups lying around it, along with several spoons and other bits needed to make fresh pots. Everything but a sink. That was outside. Where the guard was. The guard that Momento didn't want. The guard that Miles insisted upon, touting how they had to be careful now that they were so close to showing the world what they were made of. She'd lost the argument. Three heads are bent over their laptops, totally oblivious to what is going on outside. But not the fourth, Momento. The muffled sounds are on her radar, and even as she's making to move towards the door, with a bitched, "Don't open the -", the door was open, revealing 'Ricardo'. which makes no sense at all. He wasn't supposed to.. until he unveils himself to be Pennyworth, which makes sudden and complete sense to Momento. Her lips slide along a dark smile. "Not surprised, no. Unless you count pleasantly. I guess you didn't give up after all. I suppose I should be flattered?"
Clint Barton	"Oh my god, shut up!" one of the other hackers shouts without looking up from his keyboard as he types away, they were only replacing the internet, not like they needed to focus or anything. Then one of other hackers taps him on the shoulder. "Dude..." The hacker looks up, "What the fuck man I was-" he sees Alfred take off the mask, and while Momento might be unflappable, this guy, ZeroPain, isn't. Seeing the one guard down and the other guy show himself to be that James Bond butler guy, he dives for his laptop bag digging inside.
Alfred Pennyworth	Alfred is a shadow in the darkness as he speaks the poor lighting casting him as such. He looks right towards the woman of the hour, leaving the gun down towards waste level. When he speaks it's in a Scottish accent, suave and in command of the situation. "Well I suppose I did knock first." The gun is trained right on her midsection.      "It would have been rude not to" He adds, before the loud bang of the gun being fired echos out through the room. There was barely even motion from Alfred, one moment the gun is trained squarely on Memento, the next a shot is fired directly into ZeroPain "Sorry love, I'm afraid I can't let you do that." The smoking barrel turned right back to Memento. "Honestly, you should be, it takes a lot to bring me out of my happy retirement."      His foot kicks back the door shut behind himself removing the light of the outside room, before it clacks back down onto the ground. He's still dressed in that heavy security getup of his Ricardo disguise, and to be honest it suits him just fine. "but you had to wake the bear, and now unfortunately after that little stunt I've decided to dismantle your little organization,"
Skye Johnson	If she's afraid, she doesn't show it. Momento is a cool mask. Thhough if truth were known, it's a lot of bravado. It's really all she has at this moment, and let's face it, you don't rise to the level she has in hacking, let alone the Rising Tide, without wearing a cool mask and riding the storms as they come. As things go, Alfred Pennyworth is one hell of a storm. And he just shot one of her team. "Well. So you're pissed. I suppose it's too late to reconsider your position, or see what we can do about patching things up, huh?" She's got an eye on the door, but with him in the way, she knows she's not getting out unless he lets her out. The other two hackers are now aware that something bad (tm) is going on, and to one's credit, he's working furiously to cut all the connections he'd been labouriously setting up. The other? Useless as tits on a bull in a crisis, or so it would seem. Just sitting there doing nothing. Even Momento can see his freshly poured cup of coffee and consider it a weapon - it's hot! - but she's not close enough to use it. All the while thinking he could at least dump it over the keyboard. Morons, all of them. Amateurs. She'd told Miles the weaning of the network with the Stark hack had been a mistake.
Clint Barton	The other two are doing exactly as described. The one cutting connections has his head down over his machine, shoulders bunched not sure when the shot is going to come. The useless guy just gapes at the red stain spreading on ZeroPain's chest. That is until he sees Momento's eyes fall on his coffee. What she's thirsty now? Then he clues in, right, weapon! He dives for his cup, grabs it and throws! The porcelain splattering their equipment with the caffeinated nectar of the gods enroute for Alfred's face.
Alfred Pennyworth	Calm and collected Alfreds eyes are square on the woman before him. He starts to speak before things go tits up rather quickly. The coffee cup is thrown his way, causing the elderly man to duck swiftly down into a tucking roll. As he tumbles across the hardwood floor his gun is leveled before him.      Gunshots ring out one, two. Dead aims for the center of mass for the two still at their desks. Coffee slams down to the ground the cup shattered into many pieces. His Walther PPK rattles out its familiar tune as he turns on his knee. Memento is quick to move past him in the chaos, but Alfred steadies his aim, taking a deep breath. His eyes narrow and finger depresses sending out one last echoing bang aimed right at her back.
Skye Johnson	Brownstone's coffee went flying across the room, spilling over the laptops, and ZeroPain's body. Momento had always hated his handle - Brownstone - and now she could add another thing to dislike him for: stupidity. Oh, not the throwing of the coffee. Just the general blank faced gawking. Of course, as far as making her own escape possible, she wasn't going to dwell on matters, or throw herself into heroics. As Skye had observed, there wasn't a man Jack of Rising Tide who wouldn't turn tail and run and leave the others to fend for themselves. Well, there were a few notable exceptions, but even as exceptions went, they were few. As the shots rang out, she took her chance and rushed the door, managing to get all the way to it before the shot hit her in the back. Lower left, right in the kidney. A bastard of a shot, even if it weren't a fancy round that, unexpectedly, didn't do enough damage to kill her outright, but did send a shookwave through her body that first immobilized her... and then sent her into blackness. The world just slipped away. Of course.. she thought she was dying.. She might have been luckier if she had been.
Clint Barton	The other two hackers go down where they sit. The coffee thrower slumping onto ZeroPain and the connection cutter falling face first onto his keyboard, pressing down keys and sending an endless stream of gibberish into the text box of his console. The room belongs to Alfred.
Alfred Pennyworth	As the last of the hackers hit the ground Alfred's shoulders slouch. He lets out a low sigh, slowly pressing his hand down onto the ground. This hurt, it hurt a lot, and since there was no one to see him he let it show. Slowly he comes back to a stand, cracking out his shoulders with a bit of force, the strain of the moment having wrecked havoc on his body.      Taking his time he begins preparations for his theater performance. The bodies are collected, the bleeding stopped with a liberal application of Gauss from his bag. It's a rough process for the elderly butler, but one that has to be done for this theater to be believable. He pulls his bag into the room removing detpacks, a makeup kit, and his second, prop gun.      Once all is said and done a camera is set up in the center of the room, with a clear view of the hackers, and the theater is set to commence.
Clint Barton	There's no interruption from the hackers. Though the second guard does come to long enough to groan and feel around for his teeth. He offers little resistance if Alfred shoots him too.
Alfred Pennyworth	The other guard is promptly dealt with, a single shot to the chest to put him out of commission, followed by his being tied up and left in the corner. He's the only one of the group that doesn't get a full makeup job.      Each of the hackers looks as if they've been beaten half to death. Covered in blood and bruises they look barely alive anymore thanks to the exquisite makeup job preformed by Mr.Pennyworth. To the purposefully low quality camera it'll look realer then nonfiction, every element a calculated play to tug at the heartstrings. In another life he could have potentially made good money in the movie industry. The thought passed through his mind as he slid the mask over his face, making him look like a blonde man in his early 30's and hits the button to start streaming live.      Stepping out from behind the camera he holds his rifle down in one hand, walking behind the set of chairs. His brown eyes looking right towards the camera lens.      "People of the rising tide." He starts in an Italian accent, a serious expression on his face as he taps the barrel of his gun to the side of Momento's head. "You were warned what would happen if your leaks persisted" He pauses, running a finger through the 'blood' on the side of ZeroPain's face. "You laughed in the face of said warning, scoffed." He pauses. "Now, you will all pay the price."      Drawing his pistol Alfred fires a shot into the head of the first hacker, causing him to backwards in his chair as the detpack goes off creating a hyper realistic spray of blood that splatters across alfred's face.      "I have your identities, the you behind the screen has been exposed." He moves down the line, pressing the gun right between the eyes of the next unconscious hacker. "Your friends were... unwilling to release the information at first, but after some... intense negotiation, they saw fit to relinquish all the information I could have hoped for." Brownstone gets a bullet right between the eyes, sending him limp the wound from his head drips down onto his shirt.      "I warned you I would be coming if the leaks didn't stop." He pauses running the barrel of his gun across momentos face. "Now their blood is on your hands" A third gunshot echos out, and alfred walks from the body, right towards the camera. "You had the chance to stop this." before stopping the stream.