Tasks and Targets

Summary:
July 02 2014: Partisan shows off some new toys to Jericho and discusses plans and targets.

Hangar 19

A large commercial aircraft hanger with several helicopters, machine shops and a living area in the back.


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Usually, when the partisan gets things they tend to be ya know like guns and shit. Today though, no she's got new goodies. Situated in the back of the hangar is an utterly normal looking plain white unmarked box truck. In front of said truck we find Part, hands on her hips and cigarette smoldering between her lips as she eyes the truck. Waiting it would seem, as the RATM throbs over the hangar's speakers. This does indeed her first major legitimate purchase in some time of course.

*

One does not keep Partisan waiting if one can help it. And Jericho's usually pretty good about that. The familiar growl of his Harley outside announces his presence. When he steps inside the hangar the first thing that's evident is that he's wardrobe has branched out a little. He's in an open colored button up with a colored tee underneath, and some fairly reasonable slacks and sneakers on. Could be he's acquiring some taste… or that he was sneaking around recently. He does that too. He's also got a file folder with him that's quite full.

"Heya Parti." His eyes slide over the truck. "New toy?"

*

Partisan nods softly. "Ayep, I got us a toy. Been thinking a lot, remember that car chase on the highway with the lasers?" How often do you get to say that, really? How often do you get to say that with a straight face?

"Well, I got to thinking that, ya know we had a major gap in our little equipment arsenal. So I bought a truck, oh and also I bought us a place we can use as a base, but we'll get to that next it's not that far of a drive from here really. So, I need to ask because we've never had a really in depth discussion about this. I was thinking MK.19 but I worried about fragging ourselves so I'm thinking machinegun for the codriver, I've got some M2s and a few general purpose machineguns but you'd be manning it primarily so your call entirely."

*

"I've used both. You're thinking of making us a souped up technical? In the field I generally preferred the Mk.19 just because you could shoot things other than lethal munitions with it. But hard to argue with a good ma duce."

He walks a bit closer, setting down the folder on one of the tables and gives the truck a once over.

"Not a bad little rig, though. Sure to turn some heads especially with the crew served weapons onboard." His eyebrow quirks at the mention of the base, but he nods. Makes sense, can't really be operating stuff like this out of the address of a legitimate business.

*

Partisan smirks. "Oh no no, hold on. The box truck is just the carrier, goodness I'm getting ahead of myself aren’t I?"

Sliding past, and popping open a side door in the "box" of that box truck before vanishing inside. Up go the rear doors, followed shortly after with the distinctive rip snarl of a proper American V8. Then with a surge of engine noise she simply pops the technical out the back of the Box truck, before swinging it around. Matte black with splinter shaped portions of dull green and grey in what could approximate an urban camo pattern. That is a mother fucking pre-runner Ford Raptor, complete with IR lamps mounted above the cab and antenna whips and all the rest. She weaponized, a prerunner.

"Bongo trucks suck for car chases, right?" Off goes the motor, before she pops open the door and climbs down. All the way down. "Seven hundred horse, Eighteen inches of suspension travel upfront and twenty six in the rear. I fitted it with some basic radio kit for you already, I have some grenade dispensers I haven’t mounted brackets yet for it, already ran kevlar through the door panels and surrounded the engine in enough armor to keep it safe. Self sealing fuel tanks, oh and runflats on blast proof beadlockers." Pausing to light another cigarette with a happy little grin.

*

Now Jeri looks impressed. "Well now if that isn't just a proper little gun buggy waiting to happen." Okay, so it's not precisely little, but it is really damn impressive. He does a slow walk around it as Partisan lists the features.

"Good tow on it then. You had it armored too? Good, good. Nothing worse than bits of spall knocking about a cab. Yeah, this'll carry an M2 nicely. Heck it'd probably carry just about anything we felt like pretty nicely."

He folds his arms and grins looking it over once more before turning his gaze to Parti. "Where the hell did you get your hands on one of these things?" He supposes that they're not illegal really, but goodness they're not cheap either.

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Partisan puffs with a grin. "I bought it, we now have eight million left in the war fund. I peeled some cash away and liquidated some stuff that was, well basically it was probably outdated when I got it. Some land I'd bought around Peru went skyhigh in price, so I still padded my personal account no worries. This, the truck, all the overflow armaments I could scoop up on short notice and someplace where we won't be bothered to house it all. I got us an airplane too, but don't go getting too excited it's a hell of a lot less neato keen than a fucking technical with seven hundred horse."

*

"Eight Million?" Jericho chuckles. "How are you at laundering money? I can add a little bit to that if we can clean the stuff up." He does another walk around of the technical again. "This is pretty sweet, I've gotta say Parti. What needs to be done with it, if anything?"

Already he's trying to work out if he'll need to retrain any.

*

Partisan nods softly. "Well we both don't have experience with, let’s say modern race capable off road vehicles. I played with it some today when I got the kevlar dried, but no shit Jerry it's like stupid fast and it weighs six thousand pounds and it feels like it. I threw some radios in there, but that was mainly just to fabricate the brackets and get everything sort've laid out so you should feel free to move things around to your heart's content. The airplane, is well going to be down for a little while."

Leaning back against that boxtruck amiably. "I bought us a C295, but there are automated communication elements I couldn’t trace without fretting over killing the entire electrical system. So I'm gonna need you to rip into it and cut off its sort've pingers, and then I need access to the squawk box so we can manually override the IFF as necessary. Had to call in a favor from an old Algerian friend to source it. On the books, it's a C-212 and those are pretty common. We've got some additional electrical issues to overcome and I'm gonna need help building a runway for it."

*

Jericho nods, going over the common types of systems on those aircraft in his head. "Yeah, not a problem. If you don't already have the parts we need for that they won't be too hard to get. Though I'll want to be a bit discrete I suppose. I don't fancy another run in with the Kaibilies." He climbs up far enough to look into the window at the radios. Sure enough, basic radios, but they'll be easy enough to replace or modify into microburst transmitters. "Good stuff. Runway hrm? Got a line on that or need me to go find one?"

*

Partisan rubs at an ear. "Well I got an old k-mart distribution hub that they bailed on, it's not near anything and the property has enough room for us to grade an airstrip on and we can land it there. The C295W is rough field certified, which is where I landed it already but fuck if it wasn't rough as hell. With full load I don't think I could get off with the airfield like it is now, so we'll need to grade it and level it out. Paving it would raise too many questions, the least of which would come from the FAA as to why we just built a fucking air strip."

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"I can put some feelers out, but it's possible we can get some legitimate grading done just as a pretext to, I dunno, expansion or landscaping or what not." Jeri has a lot of practice hiding these kinds of things in plain sight.

"How close to the vest we want to play it I suppose is going to be the question. Is it just gonna be the two of us or are we gonna go find some folks who can stand my personality?" He winks at that with a chuckle.

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Partisan smirks. "This is bigger than just us Jerry, I mean we can't do this you and me forever. Hydra aren't the only bad guys, and we're gonna end up out of our depth if we wanna keep this up. We need more bodies, and we need differing skillsets. You’re a hacker and I'm a Guerilla fighter, right? That covers an awful lot've the shit we may have to do, but we need to be more than this. We're going to end up out of our depth sooner or later, and if we don't start recruiting we're gonna end up getting people killed."

*

"Fair point." Jericho nods. "Right well we'll just have to keep our eyes out. There's bound to be folks out there who have similar… ahem, goal oriented viewpoints. I'm not sure I can think of any off the top of my head but… oh, right, speaking of people, Parti you may need to keep an eye out for a girl from Hell. Er Limbo." He chuckles and shakes his head, but doesn't seem to be joking.

*

Partisan raises a brow "Is that so, how low does she go?"

Fear not, the partisan has been equipped with tactical grade humor. "Is this a ‘murder her horribly on sight’ sort've keep an eye out or, do not invite to our tea party sort've thing?"

*

"Pretty damn low." Jericho mutters, remembering the Castle in her home dimension. "I don't think she's a problem… Well, strike that, I don't think she's a problem that'll kill me. She's a teleporter of some kind and broken in on me twice. So far the worst thing she's done was wait to give me a big scare when I came out of the shower. But she seems to have decided I'm 'interesting' so it's possible that you may see her at some point."

Jericho shrugs. Illyana's a bit of a mystery to him, though he's dug up most of what was available on her. Warning Partisan about her is sort of a service to them both. He knows well that Parti doesn't do well with surprises of that manner. Hell, he'd have probably shot her on reflex… if he'd had a gun handy.

*

Partisan yaaaaaawns and looks, terribly unimpressed. "Christ, that's a wierd impulse. I wanna beat the snot out of her, because she invaded your privacy and personal space. Which is a violation of your territory, which is by extension my territory because we're effectively packmates. Hmm, awhile since I felt so…" Lifting her hands to expand and contract her fingers. "Territorial over someone I wasn't banging, ok. So. Anyway. Is that what’s in the folder?"

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Jericho quirks an eyebrow and smiles a little at 'packmates.' When she asks about the folder, then it's his turn to smile. "Ah, a few things. Let me pull out the stuff that's the most relevant to what we're talking about."

He walks back over to the folder and pulls out a report on the AH-6X project… and the 'pilot optional' technology it was developed to demonstrate. "Speaking of mobile kit, I thought you might want to have a look at this. It was a bit of hardware developed in 2010 to make normally manned helicopters optionally manned." Handing over the report and several pictures, he lets Parti look it over and mull the implications.

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Partisan puffs at her cigarette and quietly pages through the documents, yes actually reading.

"Doesn't look like they did any work on giving it firing control systems, which I guess isn't that big of a deal for us. Would be, well beyond awesome if we could get our hands on it but…"

Glancing up over after Jerry with a bit of a frown. "This would take, what ten months or a year for us to get our paws on. An AH-6 would be cool yes, but it seems like if we're going to go with this sort've scale a little bird seems like something of a waste."

She pauses, snap-snap-snapping her fingers. "Uhm, fuck whats it called. BA-609, like a V-22 but a little smaller and presumably more nimble. I mean fuck an osprey would be fucking killer, but the last thing we need is to be confused for a US domestic counter terrorist op. Medium or heavy lift chopper would be able to sling load the truck too, I know the MH-53s can carry things like UTVs internally too." There’s a pause and a rub of her chin.

"Our timeline is too tight, and eight million would just buy a brand new medium lift bird. I mean, you think I'm on the right track here?"

*

"We might be able to pursue other venues of acquisition. But I think you're right. A gunship is nice but if we're gonna get a rotor wing craft, it may as wall have some lift capacity to it, if only because one day we may be ferrying or extracting more than just our team, whatever that ends up being."

He pauses and rolls his shoulder and pulls a set of photos out of the folder. These are all of men, primarily gang types, but some more refined, business types… and an assortment of hardened looking ex-military types. "This is one of our new problems. Remember that Meth Lab we took out? It was connected to a crime group called the Silver Syndicate. They're a regional group that does a lot of gun and drug trafficking… and a lot of… antiquities dealing… very particular antiquities… powerful ones, rumor has it." The last couple of pictures are grainy… but the shapes in them appear to be vaguely… lupine…

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Partisan rubs her temples "Well the bird I just bought us does not have the room internally for a chopper, which would be convenient but we'd need at least a Herc for that and that's never going to work. Otherwise a kamov, KA-26, KA-27, KA-32 or similar fits us pretty well. I'd say MI-8, or those new PZLs but we'd never find the components necessary to bring it up to spec in a reasonable timeframe. We're looking at maybe twenty mil, and a year or more because to sneak it over we'd need to fly over and buy on the sly then throw it on a freighter and wait four months nevermind components to keep it running. Could you, well ok this is pushing things and bad form for a Guerilla but I think maybe you need to get Nick Fury's email address."

The photos take her attention quickly enough, flipping through with a practiced eye. "Weaponized werewolves, fucking lovely. We're going to need logistical capability we do not have in order to manufacture sufficient quantities of silver bullets to work these fuckers down." Frowning sharply as she peers after those granier photos. "I need to get in touch with Fury."

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Jericho frowns a bit. "Yeah… well… I'm not entirely convinced they're all weaponized. There's a lot of rumors floating around about these guys on certain underworld boards. They're aggressive, territorial and very tough. And no one's ever been able to prove anything. Most of their guys are just pretty well resourced criminal types but… there are persistent rumors that their leadership is somehow special if you take my meaning. Nothing solid, though, I'm afraid."

He quirks an eyebrow. "You want me to get the e-mail address for the leader of SHIELD? Are you trying to get May to come strangle me?"

*

Partisan nods softly "Fuck." Leaning forward to rub her forehead.

"Alright, we'll do this oldskool I need you to send it word for word alright? No changing words. I want him be the only one who'll understand what’s being said, so we're going to use a code that only like him, me and some retirees would understand. If he's the spook I've been lead to believe, he's never thrown out a code key in his life. Alright?"

Serious business here. Jericho opens a recorder in his buffer and prepares to take Partisan's message. "Code? Wait you knew Fury? Nick Effing Fury? The man whose secrets have secrets?"

No matter how well he thinks he knows Parti, she always manages to surprise him. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Alright. What am I going to tell him when we find a way to get it to him?"

*

"No, I worked for the OSS when he did. I presume he went shield when I stayed CIA, and we likely participated in alot've the same ops. Never met him, but he'll have known most of my handlers and he'll know who I am."

She lifts a hand to clear her throat. "Drop it straight to his email, anyway message is as follows." Eyes sweeping shut as she recalls a code that hasn't been used since the forties. "Nine nine six eight two, Rodeo Rodeo Rodeo, The dog has left the yard, The dog has left the yard, The dog has left the yard. Nine nine six eight two." Holding up a hand to signal that’s the end of it.

"Christ if it's romeo and not Rodeo I'm gonna fucking shoot somebody, OSS Codes were always a fucking tangle."

*

"Hopefully he'll get it." That sounds so World War II but then… that was the OSS for you. "Alright, I'll find a way to drop it in his mailbox." Hopefully a way that doesn't involve a SHIELD op team converging on his location in record shattering time. "Are you really going to ask the guy for silver bullets to fight the werewolf mafia? That seems not quite like the kind of thing SHIELD does, y'know."

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Partisan clears her throat once more, before lighting up a fresh cigarette "No, I'm going to ask for a bird, that optional pilot thing, brief him on the current situation and why we're operating under wartime conditions and request some additional low level material support in trade for oversight. His oversight, not because he's captain spook. I just need someone who can greenlight logistical requests and make sure intel we develop gets passed up anonymously in a timely fashion. He wants to give us someone to do that, fine by me."

She sighs. "I have always been very reluctant to ask for meetings, even more so than equipment requests but they've always been needs not wants so presuming he is half the spook they say he is? He'll recognize I'm not off the reservation, neither are you, we're on mission over here, and we need the shit we're going to request."

*

"Oversight… Knowing my luck it'd be Agent May. Well, that seems reasonable. You know the man better than I do presumably. I try to have relatively little to do with SHIELD that doesn't go through May. I just don't trust the information to not wind up in the hands of people who want me dead. And I don't think they ever did fix their little leak."

"One other thing." He produces the last set of photos and a report. "This is a list of public locations that have recently experienced… odd incidents. Let me know if any of them sound like our Kaibilie friends doing dry runs."

*

"I know his type, we learned our tradecraft from the same men. We grew up professionally, in the same place and time. We shared people, we're both very old school. We're both paranoid, aggressive people who have backups for our backups. I've never met him though, but considering the sort've operational school we're both from? He's big on compartmentalization and low on transparency, so if he had fixed it we wouldn't know. He may just be stringing them out to roll up the whole network, not our job and not our problem."

Part puffs at her cigarette, before slowly rolling her shoulders. "None of these, no. They won't do dry runs, they'll do it live and we'll get no prior notice. What we need to do, is find one of them and capture him. They'll talk, because they know what I'll do if they don't. They also know holding out, is bullshit."

*

"I'll work on getting a line on that, then… possible I can piggyback some resources from some other people."

When he says that he usually means swiping NYPD or federal law enforcement sources. "What kind of a time table do we have? We've not seen them in a while which means either they were looking for us or… they're working up their first big 'statement' to the city."

Stuff like this makes Jeri ponder things like hacking satellites. There's a surprising amount of data you can gather if you're good enough.

*

"They're waiting for something, maybe the fourth of July but I suspect not. The fifth, is when I'd do it. People will be eager to get home, relatives visiting and so forth. Fridays are always the best day for a big attack like that. They could also have gotten the green light for getting something, scary and now they're waiting on logistics. Either way, we have a tight timeframe and we should proceed sas though it's going to be on the fifth of this month." Puffing at her cigarette idly, the Partisan shrugs. "Or they could be fighting Hydra over money, who knows."

*

"Not with my luck. The fifth it is. That doesn't give us a whole lot of time. I'll make the rounds and try and dig one of them up. Is there anything we could do that would push their timetable back? You know the playbook. It's not often wise to be less aggressive when doing stuff like this but there has to be a point where the risk isn't worth the rewards."

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Partisan shakes her head softly. "Our chances to stop the attack, maybe ten maybe fifteen percent chance. Our ability to make them regret it, immediately is almost a sure thing. We can't dismiss the likelihood that they're doing something else either, Hydra may have some operation and doing this is part of their payment. They could be held in reserve, not clear."

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"Consider taking a shot at you part of their payment?" Jericho frowns and turns to face Parti more fully, one hand on a hip. "Anything I should know about or just… a thing?"

He doesn't get… well, okay, he does get how someone might disapprove of the Partisan that much, but having worked with her a fair bit and gotten to know her a fair bit he just doesn't understand regarding her as the sort of evil one considers it a privilege to strike a blow against.

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Partisan smiles. "I died in 1992, as far as most everyone is concerned Jerry. The CIA murdered me and my husband, after I retired. They came and put a hit on me, and murdered me after all I did for them. That’s what like, everyone believes. I helped those boys write love letters to their girls, most of them at the insistence of the CIA were war orphans whose parents had been killed by guerillas. More than a few of them called me Mama, and meant it. These boys believe a woman who taught them how to be men, how to fight and defend their country was killed by the CIA. They wrote me letters when I was living in Colombia, like they would their real mothers. I taught them to be smart, to be faithful and loyal and to protect each other. I taught them to fight with wild abandon, to fight like cornered animals. Now this woman calling herself the partisan shows up and starts hitting domestically, enemies of America. If you were in their shoes, how would you take the CIA stealing my identity and giving it to one of their random hired fucking guns?"

"Probably pretty badly, actually." Jeri says with a sigh. "Well that at least explains their desire to kill me on the internet. Not that I haven't taken that personally, Parti. Can't promise I'll play nice with these guys." Parti hasn't ever seen him play truly rough with people. Hydra comes close but even then she's never seen him really cut loose and vent rage on a target. Partisan is, however, a very perceptive person and she probably has a pretty good idea what that might look like.

*

She just shrugs "They are off the reservation, do you see me advocating we capture and torture them or sending them pizza and beer? This is sadly, not the first time nor I predict the last time I'll have to fight students of mine. That’s why, I do not work with the CIA at all any further."

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Jericho's snort rather eloquently captures his opinion of the CIA spooks he met during his time in the service. Near universally dislikable even for soldiers accustomed to fighting as dirty as he does. "Can't say that I blame you on that, but in that case are you really sure you want to approach SHIELD? They're not the CIA, sure but I'd be lying if told you I thought they were really any better. Some of their people, sure. May's good people. I'm sure she isn't the only one, but the organization is built on the same platform of smiles up front and knives under the table.”

*

Partisan smirks. "if they fuck me again, with or without you I'm setting off VX and I'm going to rip apart the basic underlying system of American constitutional government because whatever happened along the way they fucked up and they need a hard reset. If they wanna fuck me, I'm gonna have national cemeteries built for what I did on a weekend when I was bored."

*

Well that sounds like the Parti-Girl he knows. "If they screw you again, Parti, then this isn't the country I thought I knew. But it's your call and I don't deny we could use the help. I'm just hoping we can find other support of the more independent type. There's still only one SHIELD agent I trust and even if she wanted to help us, she can only do so much."

Jeri shakes his head, mentally reminding himself to get back with May on that side project in Chinatown she asked him to look in on. Yeah, asked for his help in a non official capacity, will wonders never cease.

*

Partisan shakes her head softly "Nick I trust more than May. She like you once did, and Nick has. Swore an oath to protect this country, to do whatever was necessary to protect it from enemies foreign and domestic correct?"

*

"Swore it and meant it, yes." It's a little sobering when you think on what the oath really means too.

"Part of the reason I don't have any problems doing things like this - aside from the fact that they damn well have it coming - is because I still believe in that oath."

Jericho gives Partisan a lop sided grin. "I keep my promises."


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