Fifth Column does have holding cells. It doesn’t have many, the agency does it’s level best to get rid of perps to the relevant authorities. Holding people is expensive. But sometimes someone needs to be in custody and they don’t have any where else to put him. So. Holding cells.
Michael Cross is leaning on the door to the detention area, watching the far cell. It is presently occupied by a smuggler picked up just this afternoon by one of the other teams. Someone who has pulled his attention and interest off the cases he’s been working to one that had gone a bit cold. Until now.
“Hey Neke.” He says as his boss comes up. “We got a break on the N’Jadaka case. Ramos brought him in. I’ve left a message for Bash’t. Well, as best I can. We caught this one while doing a sting at the port looking for signs of our other smuggler. He was with a shipment of illegal Wakandan salvage and get this… it was marked for delivery to N’Jadaka’s old penthouse.”
Neke hasn’t been in the office long when Michael called her over. She’s dressed rather nicely, actually. A straight skirt, heels even, shirt and a jacket. That usually means she’s been out on ‘sales calls’. It’s a balance – keeping their sales funnel full and delivering the work – and despite the windfall they’ve found with SHIELD lately, that work will dry up eventually.
Hopefully. It means they’re doing their job, right?
“Is that so?” she answers, smiling faintly at Michael when she gets to his side. “It’s funny how things work out, isn’t it?”
If Bash’t comes in, she’ll be shown right to them. Marieke is on the reception desk at the moment.
Where has Bash’t been. Well where hasn’t she been would be a much better question.
Hunting leads, not just locally but pretty far and wide. Also applying her claws to smugglers of Wakandan technology. Seeing expats from her homeland lost in exile. All sorts of stuff.
The call from Fifth Column does draw her back and thankfully she was back in town when the call came in. IT was highly motivting to get Bash’t to show up, which makes her hope it isn’t some sort of trap.
“What salvage was he smuggling from my country.” and yes that is Bash’t batmanning from behind the two of you.
“Bwah!” Michael jumps a bit. He remembers now, yes. She’s quiet. And sneaky. And does that. She’s also, he recalls, good at disappearing.
“Hey there Bash’t. Uh, weapons, some of it. Things that looked like power units. A lot of it was parts and scrap. If any of it was useful I couldn’t have told you. I’m not an expert. We’ve got it all in our impound lot.” Which is downstairs. Under guard. Doubled guard. Wakandan stuff is not to be messed with.
“His name is Kayvan. No other name than that.”
He looks… kind of Euro-mutt. Olive skin. Uncertain ancestry. Lots of tattoos too.
“Thought you guys might like a crack at questioning him.”
Neke jumps and turns to face the Wakandan as she lands on the ground. “Why am I not surprised?” That’s to Bash’t and then as an aside “Michael, didn’t you tell me that you audited our security systems not a week ago?” She might be trolling the panther shifter, but it’s hard to tell.
“I’m sure Bash’t would like a word, at the very least.” She gestures and moves the three of into the holding cells, near the cell where Kayvan is restrained.
“Hello. I’m Neke, this is Michael but I think you know that and this is Bash’t. She’d like a word with you, if you don’t mind.” There’s nothing in the way that Neke phrases that that makes it sound like a request.
Bash’t isn’t wearing her costume exposed, she is wearing her usual clothes for being out with civilians.
The suit was on of course when she scaled and penetrated the security.
“I would definitel like a chance .. or crack.. at asking him some questions. Also to see the pillaging that is being done to my kingdom.” there is a low rumble to her voice as she talks about tht last part.
Once Neke has introduced them she moves in to the edge of the cell and stares at him, taking him all in now. “Hello. Are we doing this the easy or the fun way Kayvan?”
“Just last week, yes.” Micahel says rolling his eyes. This girl is a ghost, Neke knows that. She IS trolling him. Right?
“Oh I dunno. Depends on what the fun way is?”
Kayvan defintely has an odd accent. He’s not from around these parts and it sounds like his first language was a romance language. Maybe… French?
He seems to have badly underestimated Neke and Bash’t, particularly the way he gives both a smirk that’s almost a leer. “Hello luv. Care to have a seat?” That’s to Neke. He’s already sassed Bash’t.
Michael shakes his head. Nooooo that was a mistake.
“You might want to do them again …” Neke winks at her partner. She’s probably trolling, yes.
Neke had moved aside to let Bash’t at the cell, snorting softly at the question and the sass. “Well this should be fun, then.” She snorts again at the invite, batting her eyes a little.
“Take a seat? On your knee? I don’t see anywhere else I could sit. And are you sure you’re man enough for me?”
Oh boy. It was a mistake, but Kayvan doesn’t know how much of one yet.
Michael does. He had to pick Neke up from the bar she messed up when someone had be silly enough to get physical with her.
Bash’t lets out a low noise, it is definitely a rumbling growl and she raises her hand, black material lows and coats her arm. Not a symbiote thankfully but stll the nanotechnology that makes up her panther habit expanding and coating her from the right shoulder down, ending in wicked claws is disturbing. Distburbing and very fast.
What is faster thuogh is when she punctures the energy field fingers speared to a point and then grabs Kayven and pulls him with a smash int othe energy barrier right by her face.
Not through the barrier no sir. Smashed against it as the field dances and charges across her arm, abosrbed by the nanites and empowering them.
Micahael comes in and leans on the wall on the other side of the cell door. He gives Neke a beatific smile. This is entertaining.
Whatever retort Kayvan had for Neke dies when Bash’t smashes him into the energy field. “Ow ow ow! Lady what gives?!”
As if he didn’t know.
“Get this psycho off me!”
“Mmmmmmm.” Michael seems to consider it. “What do you think Neke? I think no. In fact maybe we should just turn the field off and let her have five minutes alone with him…”
“Ow! What do you want?!”
Neke’s eyebrows rise as Bash’t keeps her arm in the energy field. She can see the lines of colour as it flickers over the suit. Iiiiinteresting.
“Why turn the field off, Michael? Bash’t doesn’t seem to need it and it must be very uncomfortable for Mister Kayvan. We could leave them, just like this.”
Neke’s sure that Bash’t has own questions for the man – for the moment, she’ll hold anything she has. This is entertaining.
Bash’t seems intent on putting on a show. She drags Kaylen’s face across the sparking energy field of the detainment cell. Even as her suit moves and covers the rest of her, revealing the full panther habit.
“My name is Bash’t. You were trading in my property. You will answer my questions or I will cut the answers out of you one slice at a time.”
“OWOWOWOWOWOW!” The man’s pained yelps as he is rather thoroughly dragged around the field. It rather drowns out Michael’s chuckles.
His eyes widen when he sees the panther habit and he starts to struggle. After being roughed up a bit more he startes to yelp.
“Ow! Okay! Okay! Whatever ghost you people have conjured up I’ll answer your questions.”
Ghost? That’s… interesting. Is it the Panther habit? Or something else.
Neke smiles ever so sweetly at the man. In her heels and skirt, she looks … innocuous. It’s no wonder he propositioned her.
“Shall I turn the field off, Bash’t? Once you let him go, I rather suspect he’ll scuttle into a corner to lick his wounds.” She’s … not very nice really. Her hand hovers over the switch and when Bash’t says, the bars will disappear.
“Now, Mister Kayvan. When you’ve finished answering Bash’ts questions, you might tell me what you were doing in the warehouse where my partner found you.”
Bash’t nods so that Neke can drop the field. When it drops she flings Kaylen over onto the bed in the cell and strides in after him. The panther habit staying up. “Tell us what you were doing with my people’s things. Why you called me a ghost. Where the man you were delivering them to is.”
“Ooofff!” The man scrambles up and tries to back into the corner of the bed, away from Bash’t.
“I don’t know what you’ve done. Cloned her or what, but she’s dead! She’s dead and it isn’t hers anymore!”
Michael peers into the cell, watching. “Who is dead?”
“She is!” He points to Bash’t. “I don’t remember what he called her! Suri or something. But she’s gone. Years ago!”
That gets a quirk of the brow. “Maybe you should answer the questions.”
“I was hired okay? Hired to get material out of Wakanda. He was paying well. Said he needed them for tests. To bring back, I dunno, what Wakanda was supposed to be. He said Wakanda could have cured us all!”
“And where is he now? And what were you doing in that warehouse?”
“I don’t know exactly. Somewhere up north. Out in the Canadian mountains. Needed to keep stuff cold. I was waiting for the pickup. They were bringing my pay. Supposed to take all of the stuff off my hands.”
That’s not the first time they’ve heard someone say that Bash’t looks like … her mother? Neke frowns as she folds her arms and leans against the edge of the cell, watching the Wakandan with the …. wakandan? Good question.
“You sound like you knew her, this Suri?” That’s a leading question. He doesn’t //really//. He might have seen a photograph or similar, but he certainly knows of her.
Bash’t reaches down and seizes his front again and lifts him up into the air, off his feet and growls threateningly. “Who was coming to take the Wakandan technology off your hands. Where up north. Also… what she said what did you know of Suri.”
That last question comes with a shake.
“I saw her! I saw her! He made her. Cloned, I guess, I don’t know. Said she was going to inherit everything with him as soon as he finished whatever it was he was doing!”
That gets a frown. More than a quirked brow for sure. That’s disturbing. Michael looks at Neke and then back to Kayvan.
“You saw… her. Or someone who looked exactly like her.”
“Yeah and I don’t know what you did to get this one but they all go psychotic. You should get rid of her.”
Michael sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Better tell her who he is.”
“I don’t know his real name okay?! He calls himself the Killmonger.”
There’s a moment that Neke feels a little sympathy for Kayvan but that moment passes quickly enough when he calls Bash’t, or her clones?, a psychopath.
“Seriously, Mister Kayvan. You’re in the cell with her, she’s got you held extremely well and you’re saying things like that. Do you have a death wish?”
Neke doesn’t expect an answer to that but it makes her feel better for saying it.
Whistling low at the name he gives, her dark eyes turn to Bash’t. Will they have to intervene here, she wonders.
The growl is severe “He ..cloned…. her…” she reaches up and lets him see one of those vibranium claws right near his eye now. “The clone you saw. Did it die. You say they are all psychoctic… that they all go wrong.. how many has he tried… how many has he failed with?”
Well Bash’t hasn’t lost it yet, she is considering losing it though as he just piles on the revelations.
“Eep!” There’s a… scent. One that is typically associated with fear. Coming from his leg. Yeah, he may have an inadverant death wish. He should probably stop talking but all Kayvan can think to do is keep babbling.
“Don’t let her kill me! I swear it’s true. He had her with him. But she lost it and he had to put her down. I don’t know if he’d ever tried before or tried again. Maybe. Probably. He seemed to think it was important she be with him. He said he’d get it right eventually…”
Michael steps into the cell juuuuuuust in case.
“What… what are you going to do with me?”
Neke’s nose wrinkles at the smell. Thankfully she’s not channeling so her sense of smell isn’t enhanced. “Michael, the cell is going to need a thorough cleaning after this.” She says rather matter of factly.
Whatever this Killmonger is up to, it sounds bad and she wouldn’t blame Bash’t if the wakandan wanted to rearrange the smugglers face a little.
“Bash’t. We need to hand him over to the authorities. Whatever you do to him, do let it mark to much.”
The claws flex dangerousy close to his eye. “The authorities and Killmonger can not protect or keep me from you. If you lied to me or do not tell these two everything you know about Killmongers opertion I will find you and make you wish you had never crossed me.” the habit peels back and she looks him literally eye to eye now.
“Killmonger will pay, slowly, for what he has done to my family and my mother. I am not going anywhere so do not ever think you are safe… I am not an unbalanced clone Killmonger has made.”
Kayvan is sweating buckets now but apparently once you get him scared he just can’t stop talking. He swallows and almost whispers. “You seem kind of unbalanced to me…”
Micahel groans and punches Kayvan across the jaw. From across the room. His silvery arm just extends six feet and he socks the guy. Kayven’s head rolls back and hits the wall. “Ow!”
“You really need to learn to have a filter, buddy. Where was the shipment going?”
“North. That’s all I know. But since I wasn’t there to deliver it, he’ll be sending a recovery squad. It should be at the warehouse in the next day or so…”
THAT’s useful. Though the recovery squad will probably be armed.
Neke laughs. “I really should take you out drinking with me, Michael. Might save me busting up the place when they handsy.” She’s kidding of course. That’s often the best part of her night.
“Is that so? Bash’t do you double date? Michael and I would love to have you along …” Of course the recovery squad will be armed. That just makes it a little more thrilling to the spirit channeler.
Bash’t flings the man back down onto his bunk and stalks out now leaving the cell. “I will definitely join you to welcome this recovery squad.” she looks back at the prisoner. “I want to see all of the wakandan goods he was moving for Killmonger.”
“All you have to do is ask.” Michael grins to Neke. He gestures for everyone to come back out. He’ll have medical send someone up to look… in a little bit. The guy can ache for a while. It’ll do him good. Mouthy git.
“Come on then. I suspect you’ll want to see this too Neke. They’re just down in the evidence room on the sxith floor.”
It’ll probably take a while to go through everything and figure out what’s to dangerous to hold. So it’s actually good Bash’t is here.
Plus going down to look now will prevent her from gutting this guy. Which he… kind of deserves.