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Burt Weston	Inside a Gotham City mansion owned by Mafia influence man Pryce Grieves, a meeting of top advisors has come together to discuss a shipment of blister agent stolen by the Russian Organitzaya. A shipment of mass destruction grade blister agent, recovered from a Quraci lab and bound westward for a Nebraska laboratory for analysis, the latest leap forward in the development of chemical weaponry to haunt the world. The American government wanted to analyze the sample, captured by the Suicide Squad, to determine Qurac's scientific backers, the efficacy and effects, and of course, potential medical countermeasures to victims. But the Russians heisted the shipment in a tactical raid, and now, the Italians held all the strings. General Charles "Charlie Boy" Lemarque, one star Marine Corps special operations expert, had been roused from bed with his wife at a late hour, and ordered into a meeting with Grieves, to see if the shipment could be recovered. A whole gaggle of the worst international criminals had been gathered at the mansion, including handicapped arms dealing expert Doctor Podivnelasky, former Soviet KGB. Lemarque's mission was to meet with the criminals and do anything he could to get the Russians to give up the shipment before it went back into Quraci hands, using the international crime syndicate representatives on the East Coast as contacts to locate the Russian mobsters and send in a strike team. Little did anyone know, Doctor Podivnelasky was really a Russian plant, real name Burt Weston, and his target was Charlie Boy.
Jill Valentine	SHIELD rarely employs a great deal of S.T.A.R.S. at the moment, as they mostly operate indepentently. This is why when she was contacted by SHIELD officials and instructed to not put together but be -part- of a strike team attached to the General.     She's the world's leading counter-bioterror operative, after all. Jill Valentine, the woman who walked out of the center of Raccoon, the only person to be infected with the T-Virus and develop her own cure internally- BEFORE the cure was even issued by the big brains operating companies like Stark Industries.     Her attachment to this team is something that was done by SHIELD- which, since it is the foremost intelligence agency in the US, if not the world, means that most people have no idea who she is. On hold, basically, for Lemarque's word to move on... Wherever she needs to go, she's essentially the sort of nightmare that all of the individuals the General is meeting with most dread.     She's not an intelligence agent. She's what amounts to a super soldier- stronger, faster, and incredibly experienced. Sure, she's not bulletproof, but she probably doesn't have to be.     Her idle waiting is punctuated by the processing of paperwork. Armed and ready to go at all times, she's just waiting for a signal of some kind, that tells her where she needs to be.
Burt Weston	A procession of armored limosuines approaches the mansion in the distinguished hills of Gotham, having driven from a nearby military base. Late in the night, the limosuines arrive at the manor, professional mercenaries with stock-attached Uziels strapped across their shoulders watching the soldiers arriving. Soldiers discharge from the vehicles, all dressed in battlefield clothing, before they open a door for General Lemarque and he climbs out, wearing Marine Corps fatigues and his brigadier's stars on his shoulders. All the American soldiers are armed, a mercenary opening a door to the mansion and a Triad woman with mystical tattoos on her exposed arms leading them through the mansion. She wears a sleeveless red dress of traditional Chinese variety. The meet in Pryce Grieves' banquet hall, a large set of tables stretched out with an entire group of smartly and grotesquely dressed criminals of every culture operating in America present. In addition, there is the KGB PhD, Dr. Podivnelasky, in the shadows, smoking a cigarette and wearing a black suit, sunglasses hiding his eyes. Film Freak has dressed himself in make-up to make himself appear to be in his seventies, with curly grey-white hair and jowls, his hands in leather gloves. His wheelchair is thick and ornate, the type that tycoons have custom-made. "Thank you, General Lemarque, for accepting our offer on behalf of the American government," Pryce Grieves says, rising from the table in the middle of the banquet hall he sits at, gesturing for the general and his men to join him. The tables are all circular and have proper allies seated together, enemy factions at multiple tables. "I am a patriot, like all those that come to America for opportunity, and I am happy to help you deal with these terrorists."
Jill Valentine	Jill receives word that the General has made his arrival at the mansion- which means that she needs to start moving with the rest of the teams to surround the mansion. She's not in charge, but it's a basic military affair- one breach unit at each entrance, all of them armed, including the General's guards as the front entrance team.     She's supposed to keep her cover and spoil none of the plan herself. Much like Film Freak is a Russian plant, Jill is one from the United States- both as an expert in Bioweapons to some degree, and as a form of trump card. Her regenerative capabilities and impossibly capable immune system make her the most qualified should- though the blister agent is not supposed to be there- something bad happen.     It also helps that she can lift a car and take a rifle round to the skull.
Burt Weston	"I'll forgo the references to patriotism, Grieves," General Lemarque says dourly, displeased at this entire nest of vipers, and the fact that his government has been forced into this position in the first place. "Patriotism has nothing to do with why either of us are here. There are innocent lives, and there are people that want to take those lives away. Patriotism is just something you teach your kid." Lemarque sits at the chair, the soldiers accompanying remaining standing, all of them facing Pryce Grieves. "Very well," is all Pryce can say, spreading a hand as his assistant, an older German gentleman in a servant's suit, places a black sheaf of documents in his hand. "In my hand is a list of every criminal access line into, and out of, New England, the Mid-Atlantic, the St. Lawrence River, and the American South. The shipment has to leave the country via one of these routes. I can give you the list so you can watch for it, but that begs the question, what is stopping you from calling law enforcement on our byways, despite us helping save you?" Pryce's face curls into a cherubic smile. "Actually," comes a raspy, phlegmy voice from the back, with a thick Slavic accent. "I have a different theory, that may make both sides of this negotiation rethink the situation." Film Freak wheels out of the shadows, his cigarette hand shaking as he puts his spark out in a built-in ashtray. "What if the Russians want all of this, for a terror attack in America? Who is to say who the Russians are working for? Or who their buyer may be, if it is for money? This particular group of criminals used military tactics to effortlessly steal seized goverment technology. For all we know..." Film Freak wheels up behind Lemarque. "The Russians wanted this very meeting." And then, near the manor, there's a lightning flash as a transformer explodes on an electric pole in the distance, and the entire mansion goes dark.
Jill Valentine	Though Jill has no idea what's going on inside, she knows one thing- that a sudden power outage is almost certainly, as they say, "the situation going to shit" and that she is there for the exact reason of not allowing that to remain the case.     She's no engineer- though she's restored power to enough places, and solved enough complicated mathematical riddles (because of course Raccoon City operated mostly by riddle and contraption) in order to release a colorful or specially and specifically shaped key- restoring power is not her job. What is her job is breaching the building with the team- which they do, silently, so as to ensure that the deal doesn't go south by their involvement. The moment they hear gunfire, they're going loud- all of the friendly troops have FF tags that'll help them distinguish even in the dark.     Jill's night vision is impeccable- something about crawling around in a moonlit mansion on the verge of collapsing in on itself, avoiding camouflaged monstrosities in both hallways and catacombs- though it's no match for goggles. She is weapons hot, but at the same time, she's also a light frame moving through an eerily reminiscent environment. Talk about memories she didn't want to to dredge up.     Either way, through the halls it is, ears pinned for a single noise that belies emergency rather than precaution.
Burt Weston	There are shouts inside the banquet hall as General Lemarque is taken from behind by the suddenly standing Film Freak, a long dirk taken from beneath the arm of his ornate wheelchair in his hand. The General has been lifted out of his chair in the dark and had the foot-long blade shoved into his back, puncturing his bowels and exitting the other side. In the blackness, as everyone's eyes adjust, the associated criminal gangsters get to their feet, clicks and locks and sputters of metal heard from inside the hall as people scramble for guns. Pryce Grieves, meanwhile, is rushing out of the hall with his German servant, rapidly heading towards a panic room in the wine cellar. The soldiers around Lemarque find him on the ground, choking and sputtering, turning on flashlights and scanning around in the banquet hall as it crowds with similarly armed men. The mercenaries and United States Marines alike are all shouting over their radios as chaos breaks out. Film Freak, meanwhile, is beneath a table in the banquet hall, peeling off his facial putty and removing his wig, shifting out of character and into the personality of Burt Weston. He feels a faint anxiety at all the sound, but his safe space keeps him locked into his mind, where he can work peeling off his suit and replacing it with the butler's trappings beneath the business suit he wore atop it. Posing as an elderly man has its advantages.
Jill Valentine	The sound of commotion over the radio is what flips this particular Engine of Justice on. In the dark, from angles seemingly impossible, comes fire from a rifle shouldered several inches below almost all of the soldiers. It may be the 2020s, but there still aren't many women around in this particular environment. Suppressed, but still loud enough to be heard in such tight confines.     It is not automatic fire. Instead, it is incredibly accurate shots placed in a tight grouping. Jill covers alone the distance that the others cover in teams, having left her own behind despite orders to remain together. She also does it in half the time, putting rounds in any hostile shapes- and most if not all shapes within the building are hostile, to be fair, it's a target rich environment- and making her way to where the General lay dying or dead.     SHIELD has equipped her well, and Jill has enough medical knowledge and equipment to stabilize that kind of wound, but admittedly, it's not the kind of -situation- that lends itself to being stabilized. She has to move incredibly quickly, and she is, to even -maybe- get there in time. She is served well by her paranoia, because even before news of the General's injury reached her communications, she was moving swiftly. It's always best to assume the worst.
Burt Weston	As the sound of gunfire rings out in the dark, there's a cacophony of shouts in multiple languages, ranging from European to Asiatic to African trade dialects. Gunfire erupts in all directs, soldiers hitting the ground in the banquet hall to protect General Lemarque as he bleeds out with the long dirk in his back and guts, mobsters hitting each other as rivalries burn hot. The chaos is heard in the rest of the mansion, as the mercenaries guarding the mansion exchange shots with the US Marines outside, and the SHIELD breach teams coming out of nowhere attempting to raid the manor. SHIELD has a marked advantage, with the lights out and the mercenaries unprepared, but Pryce Grieves' base of operations is designed with assaults in mind. Albeit, from Mafiaso, not from professional soldiers. Burt Weston finishes his costume change, dipping his head down as he sucks in air and his mind becomes a rolling assortment of shapes and faces and references. He crawls to the edge of the table and peers out, seeing a dead gangster laying before him. Reaching down, he removes some of the blood from the gangster's wound, and smears it imprecisely over the side of his head, beneath his ear. His mouth rattles hard as he sucks air in, and suddenly, his inner mind forces himself outward into a terrified waiter from the British classic television show, Fawlty Towers.
Jill Valentine	Jill isn't a consumer of british culture, admittedly. If she were, she'd know more about the character she's about to meet, perhaps even enough to spot that it's a disguise. What she does have, however, is keen intuition and senses... And whatever information SHIELD has given her in regards to who is going to be present, including a dossier on the known staff in the employ of Grieves.     Getting into the room and quelling the uprising is a strange sight. After all, most of those present are used to gunfights involving a delicate balance of cover and retreat, with more wounded than dead, likely ended by an explosive. What they get is a flurry of gunfire and movement, Jill like some sort of circus acrobat mixed with a pistol that knows not how to hate, only to kill. She is more accurate than most of the men there are likely to even understand is possible- the world near enough moves in slow motion.     The corridors had become too tight to navigate properly with the rifle, so once the magazine was empty, she popped it, reloaded, and slung it in favor of S.T.A.R.S. special issue. It required more finesse, and very quickly turned all the more impressive, considering that armored targets were being found with rounds in the eyes and throat.     When all was said and done, the firefight in the main dining room was only going to last a few seconds or so if it were limited to the soldiers she was allied with, Jill, and the basic mercs in the employ of the crminal element.
Burt Weston	As General Lemarque's combat staff press their hands onto his wounds and attempt to stabilize him in the chaos, the gunfight peters down briefly as criminals flee the hall in all directions. Sputters of pistol and submachine gun fire can be heard as the leadership leaves, their bodyguard retinues calling out for them in their native tongues, a Tower of Babel of criminal culture. Film Freak, meanwhile, is helping a wounded waitress out of the banquet hall, towards the side entrance, in the dark, holding her carefully as she limps alongside him with a bullet in her leg. His eyes are wide open, and a look of frozen submissive eagerness to help is on his face, his body moving steadily and surely as he helps his 'friend' towards the front entrance of the mansion, along with a few other servers and staff. Mercenaries move past him in the hallway with flashlights and weapons, tracer rounds flying past from roving hallway battles.
Jill Valentine	Jill doesn't arrive too late per se. Instead, she arrives right on time to do exactly what she knows she needs to do, which is eliminate all threats, ensure as few casualties as possible... And, maybe, assist the General. As soon as the fighting has died down, Jill has to focus explicitly on the General himself, whom she rushes to aid.     This means that Film Freak is essentially free to do as he pleases, stepping away from the chaos in his unassuming guis to, likely, be apprehended by another team somewhere and rounded up with most of if not all of the mansion staff. In that scenario, he only has to worry about whether or not he's caught at all, and indeed, only really if he's caught by a SHIELD team, as they're the only ones that'd sniff out his disguise.     Outside of that, Jill provides what triage and medical expertise she can to the General, uninterested in catching everyone present and more in dealing with the dying officer than anything else. She's not Rebecca, but she's also well enough versed in doing the deed from her time escaping a city overrun with the undead, alone. If it's possible, at this stage, to save the General's life... She can do it.     That does not mean that it's still possible.
Burt Weston	There are shouts from around the mansion as the mercenaries cease fire, pocket by pocket, along with gangsters surrendering to SHIELD authorities. Pryce Grieves, meanwhile, is in his panic room, where all the documents are stored, sealed in and shredding his documents by flashlight. As for Film Freak, he's reached a safe location, along with the huddled cooks, secretaries, waiters and waitresses, and butlers, bloody and shaking quietly, looking down past his feet and stomach and hands at a spot on the ground, frozen in position as if he had just accidentally caused a major automobile collision. And as the local Russian intelligence team with the hack on the military lines hears of General Lemarque's narrow save from Jill Valentine, money is deposited in an offshore bank account owned by one William Cooper, a financial alias of Burt Weston - and a reference to Michael Douglas' character in "Falling Down".