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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2019 1:11:14 GMT -5
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SCENARIO "...quit the chatter you two, we've got enough signals going out as it is, don't need any more traffic," The voice was sharp, authoritative. Its owner put down the comm, staring at the screen. They'd been at it for weeks. Two months if she had to guess. Watching, waiting. Despoina had slipped into Musutafu without warning-probably to cover his tracks. The smallest mistake from one of his agents, half a face matching with facial recognition had lead to the alert going out.
The current Top Tier threat was within spitting range of UA Academy. Not a moment was spent debating the matter. Despoina had to be found and observed, he had to be stopped.
"We've got something on the outgoing, it's scrambled again. I'm gonna try to- damn..." Her technician grumbled, leaning back and rubbing his temple. "This guy has to know we're watching him, he's making five second phone calls... we can't get through in time to record his voice."
She sighed, taking off her glasses and rubbing her face.
"Just keep trying..." They'd find an opening. No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. She clenched her fists, she'd get the bastard one way or another.
She was just sitting down when the technician sat up again, reaching for his controller and flicking it on but not jabbing the record function. She squinted at him, and sat up; "Thompson," she started but he held up a hand, holding one of the ear pieces to listen more carefully. "Thompson!" She demanded.
He turned to her, wide eyed.
"Ma'am... we've got a problem,"
She jumped to her feet and grabbed the headset off his head, putting it on and leaning against the table.
"sshhtsst.... this is Pro Hero Kitstar. Ffthhht in Musutafu on patrol. Encountered unusual villain activity. Identified Deitr Aspland, Inky, attacking a civilian... sh-shit..." There was a pause, "I repeat... fought Deitr Aspland at twelfth and fifth. Civilian stabbed me, I don't know... It looked like it ran away southwest. Rest of team in pursuit. Damn... send... I repeat..."
Wide eyed she took off the headset. Her fingers were numb when she set it down. Almost in a trance she walked toward the map of Musutafu. She reached up with a trembling finger and put a well manicured nail on twelfth and fifth. From there she traced southwest. One block. Two blocks. Three blocks. Ten blocks. To their position... no that was wrong. He'd hit the building Despoina was heading for first... she hung her head.
"Ma'am?" The technician asked.
She reached for the comm, not answering him. He shakily put it in her hand and she brought it to her lips.
"This is Lieutenant Aiko Takamura of the Central Intelligence Unit. As of a few minutes ago, Special Threat A was spotted in Musutafu heading in the direction of Subject of Interest A," She shuddered, "There is a chance they may meet. All heroes, please respond. This is not a drill. They. Cannot. Meet. I repeat, this is Lieutenant Aiko Takamura of..."
The Technician watched her work, his skin pale, his eyes wide, his fingers trembling. She didn't blame him. She was just better at hiding it.
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Post by Genzou Shimura on Oct 21, 2019 5:42:34 GMT -5
Everything's a mess. but it's time to make my fantasies a reality... Despoina ran into more than his fair share of pro heroes in Ginza, with his increasing reputation and his crimes being attached to his name, he had to stir up noise somewhere else. If he operated only in Ginza, it'd make it more suspicious as that's his birth place, and it'd only narrow down the list of suspects that could be Despoina. He loved operating in Ginza, he knew the area well, he knew how crime worked there but if he wanted to maintain his identity, he can't stick to a repetition of how he committed his crimes.
He tried to get a base of operations going in Musutafu, but the agent responsible for setting up their base got burned, being identified by the police. How did Despoina know? apparently his visit into Musutafu wasn't so quiet and it ended up in a violent crossfire. The location he headed for initially got snuffed out. To ensure his agents at least had a chance to run off before they get identified by the police, he called each of them separately, using his quirk to mask his voice. "The goldmine has been taken." he'd say, a little code he worked up which only his agents would understand. He's taken every precaution.
There was one last place, an abandoned warehouse. There are no records or mentions of this being a location used by Despoina and only those within Despoina's trusted circle would know about this place. He either has a mole in his circle, or the police's deductive skills were beyond measure.
Either way, one would see Despoina pushing up a manhole, coming from the sewer. Not a very grand entrance for a illusionist, but the only choice to avoid the increased police activity, he was accompanied by three men, the only ones left. He came into Musutafu with over thirty men which he trusted, being reduced to three. The other twenty seven were either arrested, shot in the initial crossfire, or they're making their way to the warehouse if any of them survived.
"Boss, we ought to hurry... I feel naked here, the police shouldn't of found us." they started to walk, with another man continuing to talk. "How did they even find out we were going into Musutafu? if Despoina wasn't with us, we would've been busted for sure... shame about the other guys that didn't make it." at the moment, Despoina and his men were near a large open area with crates scattered all over, with one large building that stood out towards the end of this area... the warehouse.
Even though it's abandoned, Despoina found it odd that there's complete silence... it's too fishy, too perfect... just like the entrance into Musutafu and that didn't turn out well. As they started to near towards the warehouse entrance, Despoina ordered his men to stop. "Just a moment please." his distorted voice commanded them, as he walked behind one of the crates, away from sight from the three men. He had a feeling the warehouse is bugged and wouldn't risk his physical self going, so he'd create an illusion in his stead, with his green mist, he created an exact clone. The clone itself walked out and it's mannerisms were hard to differ from the real Despoina.
The gang soon walked across the entrance, sitting ducks essentially and to Despoina's expectation, a barrage of gunfire from the windows rained over the four men. Despoina manipulated his clone to act as if he was also being hit, falling to the ground along with his men. That ended the escort Despoina brought along with him into Mustafu, and it also confirmed his suspicion that the warehouse was also on guard. Why didn't they try to arrest Despoina instead of just opening fire? he found that unusual...
Something was going on, something that they don't want to happen if they resorted to actually "killing" Despoina on sight. How was he going to get past the defenses of this warehouse? He had an idea, but he needed to wait. He needed to scope this out further.
Despoina kept a few glances at the front of the warehouse, but ducked his head in constant repetitions so he wouldn't be identified from the warehouse, after all... his helmet isn't exactly discrete. He knew that the police weren't messing around this time, they were using the full extent of their forces to stop him... but he just can't figure out why. He knows he's a above average villain in their eyes, but this much attention from the law is very unusual.
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Post by Tenshi on Oct 22, 2019 0:52:57 GMT -5
 The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, catching the attention of a dark-dressed woman. The fog lay close to the cold ground, swirling around the bottoms of lamp-posts and the legs of Tenshi as she trailed the sidewalk.
Police sirens plagued the silence of night for what seemed like hours, and what little information she had drawn from the police scanners, something was going down. It was hard to even walk the streets without having to slip in and out of alleyways. It was only natural for them to be on high-alert, especially if what she heard at the bar was true. Two prolific villains? What a thrill.
Stopping to rest and take in the noise in a nearby alleyway, Tenshi leaned against the wet brick of the building behind her. A cigarette would really be great right now. Through the police sirens, the heavy panting of what sounded like a man could be heard from the other side of the dumpster next to her. Her short stature proved to be useful, seeing as she hardly had to duck down so he wouldn't notice if he stood.
Minutes seemed to pass like hours before his phone rang. She held her breath, listening closely. It was impossible to hear what was being said on the other line, but the distinct sound of him trying to drag himself to his feet was heard. He gripped the edge of the dumpster, the ring on his finger softly clinking against the metal.
Was he going to move or what...? Tenshi rolled her eyes as he started to shuffle away in the opposite direction, and she poked her head over. From his silhouette, he looked to be police... or just a heavily armed man. But his obvious limp stood out the most. Once he had turned the corner, she would investigate the other side of the dumpster to find another man laying there.
Giving him a kick with her foot only to find him unconscious, she scoffed. A metallic baseball bat lay inches away from his open hand, stained with the lightest bits of blood. Might be useful.
She made sure to pick up the bat before she started following him. With a poke of her head out of the alley, she could tell he was going north. They were a short distance towards that abandoned warehouse... if the cops were really doing a stakeout, would they be doing it there?
Not the best idea to show up. But Tenshi wanted to see the action firsthand. She could always lie, and say she was a clueless art student there to take photos of empty buildings for an art project... hm. Yeah. That would work.
But stalking a police officer was risky business. So, she kept her distance. It didn't take long for them to both reach their destination. They seemed to be at the back of the warehouse, as opposed to the front. As they got closer, Tenshi fell back. At this distance, she could tell there was just a single guard standing at the ready at the lone door. They didn't need much on this end, with the rest of the windows boarded up. Fuck. There was no way she was getting past two armed gunmen, let alone one.
Well, until gunfire rang out once more, this time much closer. The two men exchanged glances. She could hear the muffled sound of their comms, and they both hurried inside, pulling the door shut behind them. Tenshi clicked her tongue, waiting a few more seconds to make sure it was clear before she herself approached the door.
In their hurry, they had forgotten that this building was old. It was barely shut. Perfect. Pushing the metal door open just enough to slip through (it helped being so small sometimes), she found herself in the dark warehouse. The sound of fading footsteps could be heard, and she couldn't tell if they were going upstairs or just walking further...
The gunfire earlier might have been the downfall of one of those two villains, but she still had to be on her toes. Even if they did sweep this place tens of thousands of times before setting up. Better to be on guard and be careful about her next move. you don't mean a thing 713 words //  // yeet [googlefont=Merriweather Black] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2019 17:21:20 GMT -5
Several precious minutes would be spent assessing the report and preparing an appropriate response. The correct heroes had to be picked to handle both threats simultaneously. They just weren't ready! The correct team hadn't even been prepared for Despoina! In order to neutralize both threats simultaneously it required a level of planning and preparedness that the CIU and other task forces had never had to deal with in this new age of heroes and villains. The result? Panic. Panic that caused hesitation. Hesitation that cost lives.
A mass of black smoke coiled and whipped its way through the back alleys, moving as fast as the eye could follow. A coldness followed it, a chill in the air that left a icy residue on windows and metal. Rats turned on one another in the garbage, maiming and tearing flesh while their bodies throbbed with black poison. A member of the CIU's vanguard unit stepped around the corner, his flashlight raised, listening for the noise the creatures caused.
The mist turned.
The mist struck.
The man fell on his back, he writhed, struggling as something cold and thin wrapped around his neck. A body formed on top of him, the mass of blackness condensing into a solid shape. It leered at him, it's eyes and features coming into focus. It's body was about his height, his build, it wore... his uniform... its face was similar but not the same... he coughed, trying to cry for help, trying to reach for his gun to make a sound. His struggling slowed, his vision dimmed, and then the blood began to pool beneath him as the bladed wire cut into his throat.
The creature stood over the corpse, a cruel smile on its face while the last of its new disguise settled and the bloom of black mist vanished into it's body. It glanced over its shoulder at the sound of the two rats struggling for their lives and took a deep breath, licking its lips. It stared up at the moon and spread its arms wide, basking in the moonlight.
Another set of footsteps. Another sound. Another voice. The creature smiled to itself, madness in its eyes that settled into an almost serene demeanor. It knelt down and picked up the policeman's flashlight and gun, slipping it into the 'holster' it had made of its own mist. It held up the flashlight and waved, pulling a hat down over its face to disguise it's features.
"False alarm!" It called in a man's voice.
"Scared the shit out of me. You alright?" The other asked.
The creature threw its arm over his shoulder, a faint trace of malevolent mist coming up off its arm like dust in the air, weaving its way into the man's nostrils.
"Never better," It said, patting it's 'comrade' on the shoulder. "Anything new?" Inky asked, taking its arm off and slipping a hand in its pocket.
"Pro heroes are on their way. They want to cut that thing off before it figures out where it's headed. The whole Despoina raid is off now because of this. Back to the drawing board," The other policeman grumbled, scratching his chin beard. He placed his hands on his hips and kept walking.
"Let's head back to the checkpoint. Safer than here," It offered, letting out a fake sigh.
The cop nodded; "I'm with ya. Let's go,"
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