The invitation had been to a place in the West Side on North Avenue the night after the encounter with the man that Jericho and Bash’t presume to be ‘N’Jadaka’. The man that Bash’t calls ‘Killmonger’.
The building is unassuming to say the least. a door in a brickwork building above an H and R Block shop. Unit F is at one end of the hall. Inside Jericho is sitting at an actual computer, the glow of the screens the primary light on his face right now. Around him – unseen to the naked eye but clearly visible to anyone observing AR – are a number of auxiliary windows, screens, tabs, readouts and assorted other workspaces so common these days. He’s looking at data as often he is and waiting to see if anyone he messaged shows up.
There might be a coffee next to him. And a pizza behind him. Recently delivered and with a slice missing. He’s been at this for a while.
A slice of pizza is lifted up and delicately eaten so as to not make a mess as Bash’t looks over the screens and makes a thoughtful noise. When exactly did she get here. Good question. “So. Are we going to take the facility tongiht or are you just going to tell us something new?” okay maybe she has patience issues.
Kaylee isn’t a regular guest at Jericho’s place, but she knows where it is and has made herself more than comfortable on his couch. Not coffee. Not tea. She bought wine tonight. Why, she didn’t say but that’s what she’s drinking as she juggles the glass, the piece of pizza and her tablet.
“So what happened the other night while I was looking into the journal?” She’d missed the fun. If that’s what you call it.
Bash’t gets a upraised brow “When did you get here?” she asks. She hadn’t seen her come in but then, she’d been a bit preoccupied.
Ian wouldn’t have denied hoping that the business with killer leopards and the N’Jadaka were finished. He //did// know better, however, and so in the end the summons isn’t at all surprising and here he is, coming down the hall and knocking a few times on the door before he tries it to see if it’s open.
At least he’d gotten off early again from work, so he’d had plenty of time to relax a little at the apartment, change out of work clothes and eat. Of course, it’s not that he’d expected to get called over, but at this point he supposes it’s as good as being on-call for work of some sort as you never did know when you might get a message from the hacker or someone in these odd fields of work that better operated at night.
Samantha has never been here before. Luckily, she just tagged along with the pink-haired Kaylee. She’s declined to share the pizza, but did take a glass of wine as well, stil not feeling entirely normal after taking the reverbium shield to her ribs… or what approximates her ribs.
“It was … a mess,” she offers to Kaylee, then looks toward Bash’t. Sneaky woman is sneaky. She’ll have to do something about that.
And finally, as it’s been bothering her for literal weeks, she asks Simmons quietly, “Why //did// you change your hair to pink?”
Jericho glances back toward Bash’t and smiles. Anyone carefully enough to slip past his camera setup is someone worth watching. Also, he’ll have to adjust that setup. There’s clearly a blind spot in it somewhere.
“Mid-life crisis.” The hacker answers for Kaylee ‘helpfully’.
“And to answer your question Bash’t, we’re certainly going to take something tonight and I’ve arranged for a better ride than last time. But I thought I’d give you a choice because I found something last night while I was looking for where our missing kitty might have gone.” He means N’Jadaka, of course.
“Here…” He punches a few keys and brings up a big holo map, projected from something recessed into his ceiling. For such a drab looking place it has nice toys. “… is the original site we were going to. Suspected HYDRA safehouse that our quarry may or may not have coopted. It’s in the North Sprawl. And here…” More tappying. “… is what came up last night. Footage from a traffic camera spotted this…”
It’s grainy and low resolution but the image of a man half riding half clinging to and being dragged by a very large leopard can be seen. The odd pair enters what looks like an old subway transit station.
“That’s in the West Sprawl. I checked, the station is part of a disused subway network that dates from about 2010. One of many public works that was abandoned before the Corps flooded this place with money about twenty years back.”
So… follow up on their original lead, or follow the trail of their quarry directly.
There is a soft hrrrm, it has some serious rumble to it and then Bash’t returns to eating pizza. After a couple of bites she notes. “Well I imagine that the original hydra base then may be a red herring. That or he was hoping we were following and the subway is a trap.” pause “Well both probably have traps. Anyone have opinions?” another bite of pizza. “She looks good in pink.”
Whilst ‘a mess’ is descriptive, it doesn’t really give Kaylee anything to work with but that seems to be par for course for her lately. Even Cullen’s invitation to dinner and the like have been ever more subtle. Sometimes the british biochem just likes to hear things plainly said.
Sams question gets a soft snort and Jericho gets a glare. “I’m … not old, thankyouverymuch.” she says quite indignantly, putting her glass down and running her hand through her hair. “It’s different. All the Simmonses are brunettes and I’m … not.” As if that’s an explanation and one the Bash’t may find confusing. Do LMD’s have their own personalities? It seems that they might … or at least, it seems that Kaylee has developed her own.
“And thank you. I’m toying with green for the next colour.” That’s to Bash’t.
“Given I have a lack of data on the other night, it’s hard to make an informed decision but I think the subway is our firmest lead.”
When Ian enters, the pink haired scientist waggles her fingers at him “What do you think?”
Well, it would have been embarrassing if he joined the wrong party, but the place otherwise seems pretty dead. Looking around at everyone gathered he offers his greeting in the form of a nod, stepping over to the side somewhere out of the way but where he can have a good look at the maps and such that Jericho brings up.
“I kind of like the pink,” he replies to Kaylee without missing a beat, whether that’s what she meant with her question or not. He’s still looking at the footage that Jericho has played back for them. “Bash’t makes good points. But maybe he made the first move in anticipation of being tracked. I guess you should look at it in terms of priority- try finding him first or check out the original building- with the potential of either or both being traps.”
She’ll never say it aloud, but Samantha is honestly a bit disturbed by the fact that there are multiple Simmonses and multiple Fitzes wandering about the base lately. She very much hopes that no one intends to make another Carter, she’s just not sure how she’d handle it. Wait, she is sure. She’d handle it very poorly.
“I think we need to make that man the priority. He is dangerous, and we can’t afford to have him or that remaining cat wandering around loose. Once he’s been dealt with, then we’ll have a bit more freedom to examine the original building without the risk of being ambushed.”
“I doubt he planned on getting his leg hurt like that. The only reason I can think of for not moving under your own power is that Bash’t injured him pretty badly.” With the shockwave she produced, he’d hope so.
“Even so this guy’s enough of a hunter that she’s right. High chance of traps. Sounds like we have a decision though, so…”
There’s a noise at Jericho’s window and a big cargo container comes into view and opens It’s being toted by a jumbo sized repulsor powered drone. “Not a Quinnjet, I know, but it’ll draw less attention. Everyone in. I’ll get us there. No one gets airsick right?”
There is another piece of pizza filched by Bash’t as she looks a the cargo container. “Really.. we are going to fly around in a cargo container…. to get to a mothballed subway facility. This.” she just shakes her head. “You know if it gets me closer to breaking the rest of his limbs and dragging him from the mantle of my people then sure. Let’s go.”
“Thank you, Ian …” Kaylee smirks “… but I meant which priority. What do you think of seafoam green though?” She’s teasing again and he should know that by now.
“Good thing I bought my toolcase with me…” the LMD grumbles as she swigs the last of her wine, looking mournfully at the rest of the bottle. Making a decision, she puts the cap back on and takes it the fridge. Jericho can be sure he’ll have her as visitor at some point. “I could have got a quinnjet if you’d asked nicely but … I guess this is good. What’s the plan, boss?”
Without any more questions, she waits for Ian to get in and then follows the rest.
“…..” Ian stares at the window, or rather what’s pulled up beside it, a brow lifting. “Less attention, right,” he says, shrugging as he glances at the others. “Hm. Not green. Purple, maybe?” They’re so professional here. Maybe he’s stalling because really, who wants to travel via cargo container.
“…I still fail to see how this would draw less attention,” he says even as he carefully makes his way out of the window and into their transport. “Not sure about airsickness. This as smooth as a power armor suit?”
Samantha blinks and sits up straight at the arrival of the drone-carried cargo container. “Right now?” She looks at Kaylee, then quickly swallows the rest of her wine as well. She did remember to bring her shield along again this time, even if she’s going to be much more cautious about throwing it this time. She can just imagine decapitating herself or someone else with the ruddy thing.
The shield’s carry bag is left in Jericho’s apartment and she doesn’t hesitate to clamber into the container. It’s an inelegant way to travel, sure, but she gets the feeling that she’s dealt with worse in the past.
“Yes? Depends on who is flying it.” Jericho says as he climbs in last and the door starts to shut. “Next time, Bash’t, I’ll steal something nicer.” The hacker winks as the door shuts and the drone heads away.
It is surprisingly smooth. It is //also// surprisingly fast. The city is large but flying means that they can cut out a lot of the delays of normal traffic.
As they go, the hacker brings up a map of the old subway system, projecting it over his arm. “Okay. So, city files say that the subway was closed off by partial demolition back in 2016, but the demoed sections are all closer to the city itself. There are miles and miles of forty year old subway. Some of it gets traverssed or cut off by modern power or data infrastructure. The area we’re headed to should only have one major trunk running off it. But that doesn’t mean that someone hasn’t dug something new in the mean time. Expect traps and try not to move alone. And for goodness sake if Bash’t tells you she sees something…”
He’s already learned the woman has good eyes.
It doesn’t seem like long at all – or maybe it seems like too long – when the container dips again. The door opens onto an empty street with the stairs down to the subway station in front of them. They’re gated off at the bottom or they’re supposed to be. Even from here it’s obvious that the gate has been cut.
On the bottom there’s a very clear set of drag marks and what might be drops of blood that run from the stairs to the far end of the platform right up to the ugly tiled wall where they just… stop.
It’s like whomever was making that trail simply vanished into the wall.
Sometime during the flight Bash’t finishes Jericho’s pizza. She totally brought the box along with her. “Looks like a very good place to put a lair actually. Could tap into power and data lines. Loop them into a lair. Leech everything. Smart.” she says begrudgingly.
Bash’t will leap out and take lead. Probably because she assumes she is the studiest. She still isn’t aware of the two LMDs secret really. “He is definitely hurt…” she sniffs the air like …well an animal would and then stops in front of the wall. “Hologram or…?”
“A shipping container makes sense…” Kaylee chatters as the all board and the door shuts behind them. “They’re moved commonly across the city just like this and I’m assuming the permits are in order…” that gets the grey eyed hacker a look. “But it also means that depositing us into the yard where the subway is easy. Much easier than getting a Quinjet in, even with our stealth tech.”
As they move across the nights sky, she opens her case and fiddles with the little spherical drones “The Dwarves will be active, Jericho, if you ca—-” She had been going to say tap into their feed, but then she changes her mind “I’ll monitor them and let you know what they see.”
As the door opens, the seven little sphere’s spin into the air and whizz on out into the night. Two of them hovering around that around wall. At Bash’ts question, one moves forward, nudging at it…
Oh, and as far as Kaylee is concerned? Bash’t is most definitely the sturdiest.
Samantha follows Bash’t cautiously, her shield carried on her left arm with every intention of it staying there. When the trail leads up to the wall and just stops, she immediately suspects a concealed door — after all, that’s exactly the sort of thing that the SSR can and did do regularly. “I suspect that it is more of a mechanicall illusion than an optical one,” she offers to the warrior woman.
She watches the little drone nudging at the wall warily, ready for one of those traps that Trent mentioned to be sprung at any moment.
Ian braces himself for the ride although he’s glad that it’s a smooth and uneventful trip. He’s also glad that the trip hasn’t turned his stomach, especially with Bash’t feeding on pizza.
He’s not about to question anyone’s advice here. Everyone’s far more sturdier than him and has a better sense of what to do, so he’ll be fine with following their lead. He’s also seen how formidable Bash’t is, even without the fancy catsuit.
Once he’s clambered out after the others, he reaches under his jacket to make sure the snap on his ICER’s holster is off so he can draw it without issue if needed. He looks at the trail and the wall ahead of them. “Only one way to find out?” he suggests as he looks at the others.
No, it’s solid which Kaylee figures out fastest by nudging her drones into it. Solid but… Yeah, there’s something behind it. She and Bash’t can both tell. Secret door or hidden wall or whatever you want to call it. It’s pretty seamless or would be if the trail didn’t lead right to it. “No time to clean up? Or left it deliberately. Bash’t you figure you can force it?”
Jericho nods to Sam. Other than Bash’t, Sam’s probably the sturdiest here what with her shield and all. So if there’s anything behind it it’ll be best to have them there.
As Jericho drops back to where Ian and Kaylee are there’s a faint rumbling. As if something is shifting beneath the floor. And it’s coming more or less right from under Ian’s feet.
There is a tilt of her head and then Bash’t panther mantle spreads and envelopes her in the black catsuit armor from head to toe. The other three have seen it. But it may be surprising for Kaylee being her first time. Silver highlights. Purple glow that moves aruond the armor. “I think I can force it… in case that is a trap you should move to the side Ian.”
Wiggling her clawed fingers Bash’t stretches and then drives them into the wall trying to find the seem to pry the door open.
<<+roll>> Bash’t rolls Physique (+2) +2 for Super Strength: – 0 + + for a success level of 5.
“Let me …” Kaylee taps at the wearable on her wrist and a holograph is soon display. It shows the void behind the wall, but not a lot more. “I’m not detecting anything electronic but then … N’djaka has proven to have toys that I couldn’t imag—-”
“Oh. I say … ” she breaths as the panther mantle settles on the dark skinned woman. Jericho and Ian might see her fingers twitch wanting to get her hands on it. “That is rather impressive.”
Then it rumbles beneath them and she gives a startled look to her companions. “Does the subway still run through here?” She … could probably look that up herself.
With everyone fixated upon the wall, Ian doesn’t quite notice the rumbling until he and Kaylee are joined by Jericho. Frowning, he glances down. He starts to step back even as Bash’t suggests to do so.
“No idea, but I’d rather not take any chances,” he says in response to Kaylee. It’s a bi difficult not to want to watch as Bash’t sets to work on the wall. She’s one frightening woman, more so with that armor.
Samantha Carter has arrived.
The wall creaks and cracks and after a tense moment swings inward and to the right on hinges, the studry bars that held it closed broken. At the same time there is the unmistakeably sound of an air cannon as a pair of seven foot spears are propelled at the doorway at firearm force. Both strike Sam square in the shield and wrench it upward, sending her tumbling back as the ‘click’ of a mechanism on the back wall suggests that something is reloading.
The ground beneath Ian begins to shift, rolling away as if the tile were part of some kind of demented rubix cube that is reassembling itself into some kind of bladed protrusion that begins to spin like a buzz saw.
“Crap. Look out.” Jericho has to dodge a similar construct. Whatever it is, the ground parts as it passes and then closes behind it, leaving no cut marks. Just spinning death.
Having moved the door aside, well Bash’t surges in as the thing starts to reload. She is ready to dodge the next spear but in the meantime she intends to just rip apart the mechanism if she has to. “Good bet the alarm is tripped then.”
Komodo has partially disconnected.
Eyes widening, Ian stumbles back in his haste to more quickly clear the area of ground he’d been standing on as it begins to shift. Between that and the launch of spears (//spears?!//), he’s eyeing the rest of their surroundings even more carefully as they somehow seem to survive the initial attempt.
“….someone’s been watching old movies or just has an odd taste for old-fashioned booby traps,” he mutters. When they’d spoken of traps, this isn’t exactly the first thing that had come to mind.
“Ah…I don’t know about that.” Ian glances at Bash’t. “Something’s still clicking back there. I’d be careful. Well, //more// careful.”
Kaylee stumbles not quite sure what has happened. It’s going to take her a few moments to recover.
“Well, we expected that …” she grumbles to Ian “Just not that.” And now Bash’t and Sam are in the firing line.
Having solidified her stance and raised her shield at the rumbling, Samantha gasps in surprise when she’s knocked nearly off her feet by the spears hitting the shield, and she stumbles back a couple of steps. The clicks of something reloading gets her attention and she hastily braces her feet again, approaching the direction the first set of spears came from. Her goal: To reach whatever is launching them and disable it while blocking the projectiles from possibly hitting anyone else.
Another ‘c-thunk’ announces the next pair of spears. They fly toward Bash’t and Samantha arrow straight and with the same ‘go through two people and bury in the opposite wall’ force that the others had. It looks like a pair every second or so. Actually kind of slow by gun standards but these are really big spears so there is that. It’s a narrow corridor. There’s not a whole lot of room to dodge. The mechanism isn’t exposed either. Bash’t and Samantha will have to be clever about how they disable it.
The two spinning wheels of death and perfectly diced vegetables meanwhile seem to have ‘locked’ on to Jericho and Ian. The hacker throws himself out of the way of the one that’s following him. Barely. Then he has to scramble a bit to avoid the return. Ian’s keeps trying to split him him right down the middle. Does it have a thing for symmetry perhaps?
“There’s got to be a control mechanism further in. Kaylee! Can you get the dwarves through the corridor and disable it?” Quickly? Please? Because Jericho is going to tire and miss a dodge much faster than this thing is going to tire of chasing him.
And Ian. Well. Ian perhpas a bit faster.
The thing about those old movie traps was that they //were// old and considerably more limited in movement. Also, they didn’t reset. “Remind me again why you had me tag along?” Ian asks pointedly, probably because he’s trying to keep from losing limbs or being sliced in half. At least you can shoot leopards. He’s got nothing against a giant buzzsaw.
It’s impossible to tell where the things come up as they leave no distinct lines of their passing. He’d consider it clever and impressive if he wasn’t the one having to dodge them. His arms windmill as he nearly falls backwards, and then he tries to throw his balance frontwards to avoid another pass by the blades. He’s in fair shape but his stamina’s so much more normal compared to anyone else on this team, so it’s a sure thing that he’d be the first to tire fastest.
“-or short it out or…or something!” Quickly, yes. He’s all for quickly.
Komodo has partially disconnected.
Samantha braces to take the spears square against the shield, and says succinctly to Bash’t, “The moment they fire, get in close. Hopefully we can disable the mechanism quickly.”
The instant the spears clang against the shield and are deflected, she presses herself against one wall of the passageway to give Bash’t room to get past her and toward where the spears are originating. And then she’s going to promptly step into place again, to keep the spears from getting past her and close to where Kaylee and the menfolk are.
Small Corridor and more spears. Bashh’t falls behind Samantha and her shield and then braces one foot and leaps up grabbing the two spears out of the air. She then darts in when Samantha gives her room to move past. Bash’t fully intends to jam the two spears into the holes and hopefully jam up the works fiercely.
The seven spherical drones spin off at a gesture from the pink haired LMD. Can they disable the mechanism? Maybe . Maybe not. The dwarves were initially designed as ‘sensors’ – gather data and feed it back to the controllers.
These dwarves though are enhanced and as they spin down the corridor, Kaylee watches the holodisplay. “Got it. I just …” she taps at the display on her wearable “… need to … ” ‘Sleepy’ – the drone with that network id – emits a short EM blast at the panel.
“That … should do it.”
The spinning blade is arrested mid charge and stops about six inches short of Ian’s groin and sinks back into the ground from whence it came. Jericho’s blade does as well, leaving the floor utterly unmarred. Its… creepy, a bit.
Bash’t manages to force an impressive double feed malfunction, causing the loading mechanism to grind and jam. Which leaves… everything safe. For the moment. There may be more traps.
Kaylee already has a view of the room but when everyone arrives its not actually all that big. There is some African looking art hanging on the walls, a long work station on one wall amd some storage units on the other with a living quarters off a short hallway.
“Lab and safehouse…” Jericho kneels down to look at a set of discarded bandages on the floor. “Recently used. He eas here in the last several hours.”
There is a computer running near a holo window with with what looks like a mass of medical data on it. The storage cabinets have Vials of some kojd of serum in them a long with a lot of equipememt much of it… well this is like a doctor’s toy shop. Lots of really advanced devices. There is what looks like some spilled and partially dried serum on the work space and scuff marks where something heavy and… boot like was placed on it as well.
Komodo has partially disconnected.
Ian sighs heavily in relief. He’d been sorely running out of places to maneuver, if his awkward dance could have been called maneuvering. Squinting at the floor and the absence of any traces of where the blades had even sprung up, the librarian shakes his head, moving onwards once the spears are handled, eager to be away from a deadly square of groundspace.
He nods quietly as Jericho makes his observations. Even not being an expert at such things, Ian can figure what the place was generally used for. Head tilting, he wanders towards the wall and its artsy hangings to look at.
Tilting her head to the side Bash’t studies the spears she stuck in the wall. “Well that should do it.” then she looks back at the others and moves forward now into the lab. “Careful there could definitely be more traps.” when it is empty se frowns “Our quarry does not like to stay still long, which is quite smart it turns out.. just frustratig.” she looks around and then indicates the spills. “Kaylee is that the drug or … something else?”
Still keeping her shield ready, Samantha looks around the small room. She figures if nothing else, the pink-haired agent can collect samples to take back and examine. While Ian focuses on the wall hangings, she starts chekcing the room for any other exits, concealed and otherwise. By the looks of things, I’d say that whomever was here did not have a lot of time to depart. It’s quite possible he’s still somewhere nearby.”
“It looks like.” Kaylee says, taking samples as she explores the room. “There was a boot here. I suspect he was using it to rejunvenate, I guess that’s the right word.” She wanders over to the computer and takes out a data stick, looking to Jericho before plugging it in.
“Do you think it’s safe?” She wants a copy of it, even if she can look at here. “And we’ll want to collect all the vials over there. What’s in the living quarters? Anything?” She’ll keep poking around here for the moment.
Jericho nods as he himself looks around. The computer files are research notes. Specifically they detail a years long effort to replicate the effects of an unnamed plant that is apparently ‘toxic to anyone without the right genetic markers’. The progress made makes for interesting reading but the interesting part comes toward the end. “My partnership woth HYDRA is at its end. I jave used them for as much as I can. Now I need the next component. The keystone that will unlock immortality.”
What follows are two pictures. Both look very much like Bash’t though one is too old to be her by a decade or two.
Samantha can hear something on the wall… ringing. Humming. Humming with very similar frequencies to her own shield. Its right next to that odd ape like mask yhat Ian is looking at.
Wait, did the eyes of that maks just glow?
“Hey… anyone know what a Jabari is?” Jericho calls from the living area. Clearly he also found something.
The smear on the table, its definitely mot the drug. Its… got a sweetish odor and no sense of opiates. Which may narrow it down for Basht as to what it is.
Bash’t is looking around slowly like she is trying to figure out what might or might not be another trap. She is mostly trying to let the experts do what they want to do. What they do best.
When the photos come up and does peek over Kaylee’s shoulder. Sharp eyes. “My mom and myself it looks like.” she frowns and “Is he …” she reads the file associated with it now. “Trying to use our genetics to get past the protections…” she mutters unhappily. “That is a village in Wakanda.” she frowns but at this point the crew has all the pieces if they put it together. “The White Ape’s capitol … the center of their beliefs and worship of the White Ape.”
The notes might be something Ian would ask to have a look at later. There are some ties to that case they’ve been asked to look into, after all.
He’s by far no expert in art past whether something might look aesthetically pleasing or not, and that’s merely based upon his own opinion. The mask on the wall isn’t exactly something he’d choose to decorate his own apartment, that’s for sure. Blink. Slowly he frowns. “Er…” Did those eyes….? He starts to step back from the wall.
Samantha’s eyebrows draw together as she puts one hand on her shield, trying to place waht she’s hearing. She turns then steps toward where Ian is standing and …
“Bloody hell,” she utters in surprise, then rushes toward Ian to bash ape-face mask with the shield. Because glowing eyes? She’s not about to give that a chance to do something nefarious. And if she offends Bash’t in the process, well, she’ll apologize to her later. With cookies, or something.
“Maybe.” Kaylee answers distractedly, copying the data and reading it. “Keystone might be genetics but I don’t know enough about the floral component to be sure. Is that the missing piece he’s looking for?” That’s interesting to the biochemist.
“Is that what a Jabari is?” A White Ape or the capitol? “What have you found, Jericho?”
Komodo has partially disconnected.
The shattering mask is by far the loudest sound in the little space. It drops to the floor to reveal some kind of camera mounted behind the mask. They’ve been either recorded or observed. Which is… possibly bad. That hum is still there though, in Samantha’s ears and it seems to be coming from ‘chakram’ hanging next to the mask.
“Not sure…” There’s a pause when the mask breaks. “Uh, what was that? I think I’ve found some kind of… contract or agreement. It says that the Jabarai provided N’Jadaka with technology scavenged from the battlefields of the-”
“Colonizers!” A voice says from seemingly everywhere in the room at once. “You dare to defile my sanctum and the hope of my people!”
Seeing Samantha come rushing in out of the corner of his eye, Ian throws his arms up as the woman brings her shield against the thing, wincing as it shatters to pieces. He glances back up at where it had hung and sees the camera. “Uh-oh.”
Certainly that just prompts for more to be said by way of explanation, but the disembodied voice covers that soon enough. Whoops. Caught.
At the crash of the mask Bash’t turns and blinks looking around and then to Sam. She doesn’t seem mad about it at all though . She does slink over to peer at the camera and then reach out to poke it with a clawed digit making sure it is disabled. “Well he knows we found him…” then the voice. “Your people!” she looks around. “Coward. I will find you.”
The sound of the mask shattering has Kaylee turning from the computer to peer into the camera. “Jericho, that has to have a feed somewhere can yo—-” then the voice and she frowns “Colonizers? Well, I suppose he has that right, Agent Carter…” It’s a sarcastic sort of comment, dry from the british agent.
“Well, yes we do. You’ve got all sorts of interesting things in here. Do I presume we’re addressing Mister N’djaka?” Maybe that won’t work given Bash’t threats. “Can you bring those contracts with you, Jericho. We can review them.”
And perhaps it’s time they departed here.
“No, I will find you.” The voice says. “Your mother could have helped me, but she refused. You will help me whether you like it or not. As for your friends. They can die while you watch.”
Kaylee and Samantha both get sprayed with… something. Aerosol. Something likely to have been intended to be deadly. However spraying an LMD with a poison of whatever fashion is only going to be so effective. It might make them uncomfortable but simulated biology has an advantage in that… it’s only simulated. At most, it’ll make the women uncomfortable. It might not do more than that.
“Seems like you weren’t wrong about the traps.” Jericho mutters as he looks up at the broken camera as if he could somehow see through it to the other side.
“I’ve got something. I think I know where he went.” He’ll likely be gone by the time they could be there so there’s no point chasing him just yet. They’ll just keep running into more traps. Instead Jericho looks to Bash’t.
“I think we need to rethink our hunting strategy.” Later, though. Somewhere with fewer listening devices.
“Agents? Ian? Shall we?”
Defiant has partially disconnected.
Bash’t listens to him talk about her mother and there is a slight shake to her slight frame. She growls very softly under her breath. “There is no reason my mother would help you Killmonger, you are a monster working with the people’s enemies.” at the spraying she reaches out trying to pull them clear, sure her own mask of physiogology will see her through but she has no idea Sam is a LMD. “Jericho is right.. we need to get clear and get medical attention for people… fast.”
Sprayed by the aerosol, Kaylee gags and immediately has trouble breathing. Her eyes water and her skin reddens. All a programmed response to what her system detects in the gas. Yes, it’s simulated but Bash’t doesn’t know the difference and Ian might not realise that either.
Coughing and gagging, welts appearing on her skin, the pinkhaired scientis lets Bash’t drag them clear. She’ll wait for Jericho to roll his eyes at her … when she remembers that she’s a LMD that is.
“…nice guy,” Ian mutters under his breath. He doesn’t quite jump when things spray at the two LMDs, even though he’s only really aware of the one and not the other. There’s still naturally a moment that he looks concernedly towards the two. Simulated or not, it’s not like he’s sure what was in that aerosol either.
“Kaylee, Agent Carter? You two all right?” -no, that’s a no. Kaylee certainly doesn’t //look// all right, but at least Bash’t takes care of moving them clear.
Glancing at Jericho, the librarian nods. “Ah, yeah.” Away from any more death traps? He’s not going to object.
Samantha looks at the camera revealed by the crushed mask, then looks at the wall again as the voice starts ranting at them. She focuses on the next object over form where the mask had been hanging but then startles as she’s sprayed with something. She, oddly enough, doesn’t react at all to whatever was in the aerosol, though she’s really concerned for Kaylee. She gets pulled clear by Bash’t along with the pink-haired agent, then turns to the younger-looking Brit in clear concern.
“Kaylee? Breathe, you’ll be fine.
Jericho is a bit more worried about Ian than he is about the other two so he hurries the Librarian toward the exit. He won’t argue with medical attention though if only because the aerosol might still be toxic to, you know, people like him and Ian and it’d be a good idea to get it cleaned up properly.
“Kaylee, you’re going to be fine. It’ll be okay. Just focus.”
He can explain why she’s not in real danger to Bash’t when they’re on their way out. And then have a talk with the young woman – possibly with the others – about just what they’re going to do about this ‘Killmonger’ fellow.
Hopefully before he strikes again.
With intel on where N'djaka went, the group decides on a target. Things go ... interestingly.
February 18, 2051