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Donald Pierce	The alert came through at short notice, as these things always do. An FBI source reported there was going to be an arms deal on Staten Island that night. The dossier brought to Clint and Melinda before the deployed was surprisingly thick. The FBI had been working on the Chicos Locos gang for some time. They had control of Staten Island's north shore and were notorious gun runners. Word from SHIELD sources was that the FBI was letting Chicos Locos run because they had compromised them. The intelligence was valuable and let the FBI keep on top of a corner of arms trade. Normally SHIELD would have nothing to do with this. The FBI was more than capable of handling gun runners. But when they ran their source's information through the system it set off alarms at SHIELD. The contact for the deal was Peter Elliott Greene, age 32. He was an extremist, active in the Friends of Humanity for years. More recently, he had been caught on video footage that led SHIELD to believe he was actually a member of the Reavers, an anti mutant terrorist group run by Donald Pierce. The dossier included still images of a handful of cyborgs with blades coming out of their arms attacking some youths in a coffee shop. One of the cyborgs was circled. It was Greene. The meet was supposed to happen around 10:00 pm in the Tri-State Lumber yard off Richmond Terrace. Word was that whatever Greene was buying, they weren't normal guns and Chicos Locos were nervous about the deal going bad. The lumber yard has one roadway in, and is surrounded by high chain linked fences. It has its own dock off the water, and there are large gantry cranes in the yard. There are, no surprise, huge piles of lumber in neat rows. The area is industrial and all but deserted at this time of night. Lighting is uneven from tall lamp posts sparsely set throughout the yard. There are a number of neighbouring businesses. If you act quickly, you can arrive about 30 minutes ahead of the meeting.
Clint Barton	With May behind the wheel they probably arrive at 9:29. They'd been given a squad of guys from STRIKE, on acoount of the cyborgs, but they were back up. The goal was not to engage. The plan was for the agents to slip into the site, clock this meeting and get a tracker on the Reavers' vehicle. A few low-level guys were all well and good but SHIELD went after the big targets. They'd throw a tracker on the Chico Locos too, as a favour for the FBI. Of course, that assumed everything went to plan, and when did that ever happen? Clint's up high, on one of the gantry cranes with a view of the lard, clinging close to its frame so his silhouette doesn't give him away. << Comms check, everyone here? >> he asks as they draw close to the meeting time.
Melinda May	May waits for the STRIKE team to reply to Barton's request for comms check before clicking her own once to report in herself. She's too close to the site of the meet to want to risk speaking aloud, crouched behind and under a stack of lumber with a clear eyeline to where their targets are supposed to gather. Her dark-on-black uniform makes this kind of concealment only too easy. But getting close enough to plant trackers, that's a different story. Now, if only the Chicos and Greene would finally get here, already.
Donald Pierce	The first sign of life comes as a dark shape gliding silently on the water toward the dock. The boat must only be about 20 feet long, but it is black and there are no running lights on it. The dock is built for barges, so sits far to high for anyone to just step off the boat. Instead it drifts up to one of the emergency ladders. Two figures, also in black, climb up the ladder one after the other. Once up onto the dock they split up and move quickly and quietly. Both have very long barrelled firearms slung over their shoulders. One goes to the lumber yard's main building. There is a conspicuous thump from around the far side, and then movement on the roof. The figure lies down up there, partly in shadow. The other makes his way to to one of the granty cranes. He climbs deftly up the crane's ladders and liles down on the decking just outside the crane cabin. Both sight up on the entrance to the yard. The boat drifts away just as quietly as it arrived. About 10 minutes before the meeting, there is the sound of approaching traffic. A black and a white Escalade pull into the yard, followed by a U-Haul cube van. The van is pulled into the central area of the yard and two hispanic men get out. The Escalades stop off to one side just between the lumber stacks. Eight men pile out of the two vehicles. They are loud, brash and speaking in rapid fire Spanish. One, with a shaved head and tattoos that come up his neck and onto his cheeks, seems to be in charge. He waves around a bit and four of others spread out to search the yard. Or more accurately, saunter through it while holding their pistols. These men appear calm and arrogant, but are far from professional. They finish their sweep without putting Melinda in any danger of being seen. The two men now train their rifles on the activity in the center of the yard near the U-Haul.
Clint Barton	Great they had to pick his crane. Clint spots the guy coming but there's no time to seek another way down. So, he vaults up, grabs the roof of the cab and rolls on top of it. laying flat agains it's roof. Hopefully quiet enough the sniper doesn't notice when he sets up his nest. If he's not seen he shimmies closer to the edge to keep his eyes on the sniper and the yard, clicking comms twice.
Melinda May	May clicks twice back in reply, looking back and up at Clint's sniper position to determine if he's got line of sight to her then using the cover of the noise from the just arrived truck and Escalades to start moving to a more darkly shadowed spot that gets her just a little bit closer to the action. She's not aware that Barton's got company and competition, but she trusts him to somehow notify her if she moves somewhere that's ill-advised.
Donald Pierce	Right on time, two black Tahoes come barreling down the road toward the lumber yard. The second one rides the bumper of the first, even while they slow in unison and make the turn into the yard. More slowly, they drive down the center of the yard, past the U-Haul, and block off the central path through the lumber stacks to the main area where the meeting is on the water side. As soon as the Tahoes enter the yard, there is some hissing and crackling on the comms, which clears as the net automatically seeks out clear frequencies and adjusts. Three men climb out of each vehicle. The Tahoes rise appreciably with each one that steps out. The drivers do not get out of their vehicles. Anyone able to see that well by whatever means will immediately identify Greene when he climbs out of the lead Tahoe. The Chicos Locos congregate around one the white Escalade, then tattoo face and two of his men walk up to the U-Haul. Greene walks up on his own. They come to a stop a good 15 feet apart and start talking, loudly. Greene looks over the gangsters. He is just like in the picture. Tall, improbably muscled. "Show me one," he says. Tattoo face nods to his men, who walk around the back of the U-Haul. They slide the door up, which makes an obnoxiously loud creaking sound in the otherwise silent yard. Anyone who can see the back of the U-Haul will see it's piled high with white hard shell cases. The one the men pull out is about 6 feet long and a foot high. They carry it to the front of the U-Haul and the overhead light falls across the case. It has LexCorp markings. The gangsters set the case down halfway between their leader and Pierce, open it, and back off. If you can see inside the case, it looks like some kind of futuristic rifle out of a video game. Greene walks up and crouches down. He pulls the weapon out of the case and inspects it carefully. He nods, satisfied. He says nothing and makes no gesture, but suddenly one of his men come forward with a pair of metal briefcases. He sets them down, opens them and backs off. Greene stays where he is, and tattoo face comes forward to check the money.
Clint Barton	Clint's vision is good, but in the dark at this range, all he can tell for sure is that those are some big guns being swapped down there. Next he turns his attention to the sniper. Checking for any tell tale wires that speak of having comms and listening for him checking in. As he does, he reaches back slowly, takes hold of a taser arrow and slides it quietly from its place among the others and grips it down angle, with the two pronged head pointed down.
Melinda May	Having managed to get as close as she's likely to get, May settles into her new spot as the two Tahoes pull into the lumber yard. Using the cover of the noises of the vehicles, she pulls out her tracker deployment tool of choice: A slim, black... slingshot. Getting the first tracker ready and camoflauged by rolling it in the dust at her feet, she aims for the further of the two Tahoes and lets it fly close to the ground, the snapping sound covered by the creak of the truck's doors. Of course, she won't know if it hit its mark until the others start to leave. She gets a second one ready.
Donald Pierce	The sniper below Clint has no obvious signs of wires or any communications devices. Melinda's shot does not go unnoticed. One of the men near the Tahoe cocks his head. None of them say a word, but Greene looks over his shoulder at his men and suddenly all of their heads are on swivels. It's actually not a huge difference in their bearing and the Chicos Locos do not seem to pick up on it. Two of their men are busy trying to get their cellphones to work. Greene suddenly turns and walks away from tattoo face toward his own people. "What the fuck, man? Are we doing this or not?" Tattoo face says. There is movement beneath Clint. The sniper near him is re-orienting, and it looks like it's towards Melinda. The other sniper has slid forward slightly and sighted down his rifle toward the someone in the center area, it's hard to tell who from the angle Clint has.
Clint Barton	Clint takes in both snipers and the comotion in the yard. When 'his' sniper shifts his aim towards May, Clint switches things up. He comes up to his knees, raises his bow, flips his arrow back to a shootable position, nocks, and fires at the base of the guy's skull. The process takes a pair of heartbeats. Two more heartbeats sees him putting an arrow to string and flying across the yard towards the other sniper. << May we've been made >> he says over comms checking his shot on the first sniper as his hand snaps back for a smoke arrow.
Melinda May	May would curse if she weren't so close to Greene and his ilk that might have made her position. Leaving the slingshot on the ground (hence why she used it, easily expendable, and no potentially sensitive tech) she pulls one telescoping baton of the style usually preferred by Agent Morse from inside her sleeve and quickly moves to her previous, harder to spot though with reduced visibility hiding place.
Donald Pierce	What happens next would almost be comedic if it wasn't for the blood. Four of the men near Greene leap from a standing start. The first two jump over 30 feet and land on opposite sides of the U-Haul van cab. They start to get in. The other two leap twice that far, sailing through the air. To their credit, two of the Chico Locos manage to pull their guns and fire off a couple of rounds. Whether they hit anything or not, they had little effect. The hands of these second two men hinged over at the wrist and foot long blades push out of stumps of their arms. The scene is grisly but short lived as they slash their way through the Chicos Locos. The taser arrow hits the sniper near Clint right where he aims. The man's entire body convulses, almost sending him tumbling off the gantry. Then he slumps and lies still, draped over his rifle. The second arrow also finds its target. His body jumps slightly with the impact and there is a /thwip/ an instant later. Tattoo face gets spun around as a bullet takes apart his shoulder. With an admirable display of commitment to cause, the sniper shoots again and this time the side of tattoo face's head explodes.
Clint Barton	"Uhh, I'm really glad I had that taser arrow ready," Clint says as he watches the Reavers go to work on the Chico Locos. Not that he wasn't horrified but where other people shriek, Clint snarks. Smoke arrow in hand he takes aim and fires that at the second sniper. Not an ideal choice but he was working fast. Unsure if the trackers were placed. Clint draws an acid arrow and lets fly at the U-Haul's rear tire. << Any trackers on target? Also STRIKE, get ready we might need you in a sec.>>