Stretching His Wings

Summary:
July 30 2014: Jericho calls Nancy and Sam for a chance to piss off Polyglobal and get Sam something he's been missing…

Camusett State Park

Scenic, public park on Long Island. With a small underground lab. Just for fun.


Characters

NPCs

  • Orpheus Security Personnel

Mood Music:
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Jericho had promised to be in touch with Sam but even he hadn't expected it to be quite this quick. He'd been doing what he normally does. Digging, poking his nose where it doesn't belong and generally being a hacker. And he's found something. A Polyglobal subsidiary that is theoretically working on prosthetic devices but has acquired the specs for something… interesting. And been building it at a site located underground at the Camusett State park. This called for a little field trip and since he figured Nancy might like a chance to thumb her nose at Polygobal, if ever so anonymously, he gave her a ring too.

*

This time when Jericho calls, Sam makes sure to show up fully equipped for some serious battlefield medicine, if not full-on triage. At his side is a brown soft-shell case in which he's got everything needed to treat bullet wounds, burns, broken bones — even a mild heart attack, if it comes to that. The moment he's got clear line of sight, he's checking the hacker for fresh injuries, and when his businesslike gait brings him into conversational range, he's peppering him with questions: "Infection? More bleeding? Did I not tie something down tight enough?" He runs out of steam with the case in front of him and one hand on the catch. "You look okay, actually. Is this…? This isn't a medical thing."

*

Nancy is making her way to Jericho's location. Pissing off Polyglobal? Oh yeah, in a heartbeat. She is striding along, wearing her favourite butt kicking boots. She's wearing a lot more make-up then she normally would, mostly because she's learned that people see the make-up, not the person wearing it, including contacts that look like target reticules, black on white.

"Hey there, bro, and who is the stone cold hottie you invited along."

*

Jericho chuckles. He's sitting at the edge of the sound, skipping rocks on it when they come up.

"Hey Nan!" Jericho gets up and gives the gothling a hug. "You're looking well."

Sam gets a grin. "Hey Sam, no, no injuries. Yet. But I've got something here that you're gonna want to see. Well, rather Orpheus Applied Technologies does. Oh, Sam this is Nancy. Nancy, Sam." The hacker is has a little cowl around his neck that looks like it's designed to pull up over his face.

"So long story short, Nancy is the result of some medical experimentation by some bad folks. The corporate front they used for it has a few subsidiary companies all allegedly doing medical research. Orpheus works on prosthetics. Most of the time. It took me a bit of time, but I caught a lucky break and found some delivery entries that led to a little research facility under the lake. The entrance to which is riiiiiight over there." He points over to a what looks like an old, disused hunters blind.

"Now they're supposed to be getting a new delivery of titanium alloys and advanced computer chips tomorrow. I changed the delivery log today, so they're expecting in a few minutes. Only two of you. If you think you're up to taking those crates over there and talking your way in… I think we can thumb our nose at them."

*

"Nancy, huh? You should see me in uniform," Sam greets the girl with a flirtatious grin, letting his case drop down to his side again. "But isn't that just typical. Yesterday, I drag my sorry empty-handed ass all the way up the Chrysler building and have to patch bullet holes with band-aids and rubbing alcohol, then today I hump a field-ready medkit halfway across Long Island and you don't even have a runny nose."

He shakes his head and considers Jericho's plan, then cocks one eyebrow at the hacker. "So, did you call me up for my gun arm or because I look convincingly like a guy who might carry heavy objects for a living? Second thought, don't answer that." He laughs and hoists the nearest crate, gauging its weight with a smile. "I'm in. Anybody who's doing medical experiments on teenage girls deserves whatever you've got in store for them."

*

Nancy hugs Jericho tight and smiles. She listens as he describes why they are here. "I'm not really dressed as a delivery person, Jer. I feel a little over dressed for this party." She sticks her tongue out at her friend and chuckles.

Her hand goes down to one of the pockets in her leather jacket and pops out a lollipop, unwrapping it as she smirks over to Sam. "Now now. No trying to tempt me. Got the coolest boyfriend on the planet, even if you do look like you walked out of Yumminess Monthly." She laughs then, smiling. "Isn't that always the way though? You never have what you need, and when you bring everything, you need none of it." She goes to grab a crate, finding one of the lighter ones cause she may be athletic but she isn't super buff ex-military type. "Oh no, they didn't do the experiments on me when was a teenager. They did them on me when I was still a glimmer in my mother's eye."

*

"Yeah, speaking of, I'm headed out her way when we're done here, if you're up for it Nan." Jericho grins. "You bring your Taser Nan?"

The hacker rises and pulls a collapsible baton out of his pocket. It's got an arcing shocker on the end when he tests it. He's also got a small handheld device that Sam will be able to identify as a compact Hypo. Sadly, these aren't Star Trek sized. They look more like super compact paintball guns. No firearm for him today.

"No Sam, I asked you a long because if I'm right about what's in here, you're going to want to see it."

"Oh, I've got a taser for you too if you need it, though I don't expect you will. The entrance is in that hunter's blind. There's a tunnel that goes to a door with a keypad. It's got cameras on the entry but I'll hit the footage before we leave. Door code is 424549372." No, Jeri doesn’t expect them to remember that, because he holds out a post it with it written on. "Once you're inside, stall them. I'm going in through the ventilation shaft about half a click up from here. Just keep their eyes on you and if it gets hairy, give em some volts or arm bars or what have you. Questions?"

*

"They experimented on your mom? That doesn't exactly improve my opinion of these guys," Sam says with a disgusted twist of his lip, setting down the crate and accepting the weapon from Jericho. He mouths the numbers after the hacker, and does appear to be memorizing the door code, post-it or not. "Never hurts to have a surprise in reserve," he says as he tucks the stun baton into his jacket. "I'm curious what you think would interest me, but really my only question is: are these crates stuffed with C4? Just in case I need to keep them from being inspected. Or, uh, jabbed with a stun baton."

*

"Did I bring my tazer? Is the Pope Catholic?" She undoes the snaps on one of the pockets of her cargo pants and pulls out a happy little stun gun that she has painted little chibi-goth skulls onto. "And yeah, I owe her a visit. We'll go after this is done." She smirks over at Sam. "You know, you're cute when you're all righteous indignation. I don't dare tell you the whole of it, cause then you'll get *really* cute. And that's just not safe for the female population of New York. And don't worry about the crates. They're stuffed with Creed's undergarments."

*

Jericho chuckles. "No explosives Sam. Couldn't risk it. And the place isn't that big. Just a lobby, storage room and a couple of labs. And a machine room for the ventilation. Security shouldn't be too hard and like I said, they're expecting a delivery. You two better get started okay?" Jericho's traces flush amber and he sprouts amber wings again, flapping into a hover. "This'll be fun. Nan, don't distract him too much." The last said with a wink, as he launches himself up the shoreline.

*

Sam's grin widens as he warms to Nancy's flattery. "You talk like that to all the guys you meet? Your boyfriend must be a nervous wreck." His tone is more teasing than anything; as Jericho says, there's a mission to complete. "And if his name is Creed, he's going to be annoyed enough at me already. I'm assuming you're not talking about the Pearl Jam knockoffs, because if so, I really do not want to know how we got this stuff." He wrinkles his nose and lifts a pair of stacked crates, leaving his medical kit on the ground. "Let's go, then." He heads for the blind, doing his best to look as bland and uninteresting as he can. Really, thinking about Creed the band sort of helps.

*

Nan starts walking towards the hunter's blind, wanting to get to work. She looks over her shoulder at Jericho with a smirk, her lolly in her mouth. "What? I can't help it if he has a thing for uber hot goth girls! Not that I blame him. Cause damn! I'm fine." She stops and gestures with her head over to Sam. "You go ahead. You look more like a delivery sorta guy then I do. And I meant Graydon Creed, hun. The politician?"

*

Jericho vanishes amid the park scenery in fairly short order, leaving Nancy and Sam to head into the (small) secret lab. Odd place for a secret lab, really. There's no reason to have one under the sound unless… well unless you needed a lot of water for something, like cooling. Can't be anything nuclear, that'd have been detected, so it must be something fairly small.

In any case there is an overgrown bush concealing a hole that does indeed lead to a 100 foot descending slope at the end of which lies a fairly high tech door, a camera and a keypad.

*

"Oh. Right." Sam isn't particularly politically engaged, outside of a few core issues. Graydon Creed certainly doesn't speak to any of them. He takes up his position ahead of Nancy, shifting his grip on the crates a bit to better obscure her face from the camera when it comes into sight. He trudges down the ramp, doing his best to look like he goes through this crap daily, and punches in the key code. From memory. Showoff.

*

Nancy pulls her hood up onto her head to help mask her appearance, but keeps herself behind the mass that is Sam. She chuckles as he punches in the number. "So, memorizing 10 digit numbers is a habit of yours?"

*

The doors slide open revealing a stark white, brightly lit interior. A couple of armed security guards peer at them. They're wearing a dark, pseudo military uniform and have sidearms, but no patches or even name tags. "Right on time Te- oh. You're not the usual guys. What happened? They take the day off or something?"

*

"You're damn right," Sam answers with a smirk, his voice muffled by the groan of the opening door. "That was only nine, though." He passes through the entrance and gives the guards a mild look. "Nah, they had a flat. We picked up the packages — they had to stay with the truck and wait for triple A." Ironically, that's a fair approximation of a few of his missions back in Iraq. "We figured you guys wouldn't want the insurance company tying up your delivery."

*

Nancy smirks, but keeps her comments to herself, because the door is opening and she wants to put as little attention on herself as possible. She listens to see if Sam's stalling is going to do the job. She keeps her head down so only the top of her hoodie and the crate can be seen.

*

"Guess not." The guard responds. "We're just about done and the eggheads are kinda excited about it. Okay. Just put the crates on the desk so we can inspect 'em if you don't mind." One guard takes up a position slightly to the left of the desk in the center of the room so he can keep an eye on the 'delivery people' while the first guard looks through the crates. The second doesn't actually draw down and cover them, but he does have his hand on his weapon.

*

"Yeah, that type is always getting excited about something. Fat lot of good it ever does the rest of us," Sam answers, obligingly setting his crates down and unstacking them. He slouches to the side, pretending not to even notice that the guard is armed. "You guys work here long? I gotta say, I like the scenery better than my usual route. I may see if I can get transferred." He keeps the chatter up, hoping to keep the guards' attention engaged while Nancy is more to the fore.

*

Sam is being all big and chatty, so Nancy uses this opportunity to get closer to the second guard. She is just one of the delivery folks, just wanting to get her job done so she can get her paycheck and go home. Or maybe she would prefer to drop the crate on his foot and use the distraction to stun the guy in his thigh.

*

These are really bored guards, but this is a secret facility. I mean, sure the fact that they had the door code helps but there is a reason these guys have this job.

"So tell me." The first guard prods through the crate and produces a small hand scanner. "Who exactly hired you guys?" This is a code question. The other guard shifts his stance ever so slightly…

And then Nancy drops a crate on his foot. Well, more like tosses it but that's not the move he expected. He goes for his gun and the other guard's head snaps up toward Nancy as taser darts hit the guard on cover detail.

*

Sam picks up on the slightly stilted delivery of a code prompt, and is about to buy a couple of seconds by playing dumb when Nancy makes her move. Not that he hadn't planned for something along these lines — slouching to the side at this angle just happens to be the perfect setup for lurching into the crate currently being inspected and giving it an almighty heave directly into the other guard's midsection. He vaults over the desk and hits the guy himself a second later. He pins the guard's arms with his legs while one hand clamps over his mouth and the other goes for the throat. Not to strangle — he puts precise pressure on the carotid artery, denying the guy's brain oxygenated blood and waiting for him to pass out.

*

Nancy holds the taser to the guard's thigh, twisting the weapon out of his grip and butting him in the face with it. She watches as he slumps to the ground and then looks over to Sam. She watches him work and smiles. "So, now we just wait for Jer to catch up to us? Sorry. I got bored."

*

The back door unlocks. There's another uniformed security guard standing there with a look of shock on his face. Then his jaw goes slack and he collapses. Behind him is Jericho, grinning like a Cheshire Cat and holding up the hypo. He blows over the port, as though blowing smoke off a gun.

"Nancy, what happened to 'stall them?'" He says with a grin. "I leave you for five minutes. Well come on you two, I've got this place on lockdown now. All their computers are now belong to me." Yeah it's an awful video game reference.

*

As soon as the guard is out, Sam reaches up onto the inspection desk and grabs a roll of duct tape kept there, probably for resealing inspected crates on the way down to the lab. "Hold up — this guy won't stay out for long." Executing a practiced maneuver, he tapes the guard's mouth shut and hogties him. "Slower than zip ties, but extra humiliating," he comments with a smirk, tossing the roll over one shoulder and catching it with the other hand. He follows Jericho further into the base, glancing at Nancy with a twitch of his eyebrows. "Next time warn me, yeah? We almost didn't get our timing right."

*

Nancy shrugs her shoulders, looking sweet and innocent. "Hey, I got bored. Besides, I love watching the way guys twitch when I use this thing." She pulls some zipties from inside her boot and ties up her guard. "Warn you? What would you have liked me to say "Hey hot stuff, I'm gonna distract this guy and then zap him with my stun gun?"

*

Jericho is whistling as he leads them through a room full of computers with several work stations and a trio of knocked out eggheads who have all been ziptied. "What did I say about not distracting him, Nan?" Jericho winks, teasing.

There's an open door in the back, with the ventilation machinery. The claw marks on the door lock indicate quite clearly just how he gained access so quickly. "A lot of the labs have better security but this one is pretty remote. I guess they figured they didn't really need it. Anyway, the company these guys are 'part' of works on medical prosthetics. Allegedly. But a while back they started a special project they wanted to keep away from the public."

The hacker shoves the other door in the room open. On a table, surrounded by computers and hooked up to some diagnostic software via several cables is… well it's not an EXO-7 pack. There are clear differences and the construction doesn't look nearly as advanced. It's a lot less like looking at a prototype and a lot more like looking at a ChiCom knock off.

"And there it is."

*

"Forget I even asked earlier: your boyfriend is definitely a nervous wreck," Sam tells Nancy, laughing. "An innocent little 'oops' would have been a good signal. Can't fault you on your moves, though." Sam is about to tell Jericho not to worry about his focus when he spies his own personal holy grail lying there on a table. God, it's even isolated in its own little pool of cool overhead light. "You're f#%king kidding me," he breathes, profane language matched with a reverent tone as he slowly approaches the device. He reaches out with one hand, pauses as though afraid he'll damage this legendary artifact by touching it, then steels himself and grabs one of the wing braces.

When he disturbs it, one of the hundreds of featherlike metal ailerons does, in fact, fall off. He glares at it reproachfully. That ruined the moment.

*

"Hey, you're the one who invited a hot guy who has a thing for goth girls," says Nancy, taking any blame off herself for her actions. She follows along the hallways. "Okay, next time I plan to hurt someone, I'll say 'Oops', just for you. And my boyfriend is as cool as a cucumber, trust me." She smirks, looking at the equipment and then over to Sam at his reaction to it. "Would you like some time alone with your girlfriend?"

*

Jericho's leaning in the doorway. "Yeaaaah, I don't think they got their hands on the actual suit specs. Guess there are some places they haven't infiltrated. Based on the contents of the computers I'm in the process of copying and wiping, I'd say they reconstructed the suit based on flight data. Pretty damn clever actually, but as you can see… they've got some issues. Still, if anyone knows how to make it work well enough, I figured it'd be you. I was gonna just destroy it. But I figured you might be able to put it to some better use."

Jericho grins at Nancy's jibe. "He spent a lot of time with the real thing, Nan. That's less his girlfriend and more someone who looks sort of like his girlfriend after a few beers."

*

Sam completely tunes out the others until he gets the wing suit on. Back casing: check. Harness: check. Gauntlets: check. He spreads his arms and flexes them, and hundreds of burnished metal feathers flex in synchronicity. Granted, there's a bit more grinding and squeaking than he might like, but that's what WD-40 was invented for. That's what LOVE was invented for. And from the looks of things, he'll be putting every ounce of love in his little flier's heart into this rig over the coming weeks.

He turns back to the others, a glazed look in his eyes. "I need to get outside," he says a bit hoarsely.

*

Nancy walks over to Jericho and nods, watching as Sam puts on the suit. She purses her lips and then looks to Jericho, "If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one yer with." She laughs as Sam asks to head out and gestures to the hallway that led them here in the first place. "After you, hot stuff. And remember to be gentle. It's her first time."

*

Jericho chuckles and makes an 'after you' gesture. Oh lord. He's gonna fly the thing back home isn't he? "I'm done with the computers here and cameras. Ventilation's shut down now so we should clear the building. Once we're going I'll give parks and rec an anonymous tip about some illegal dumping here. Oughta get them out here in a hurry. They probably won't do time, well the important ones, but it'll disrupt any efforts to reconstruct the data… along with the fact that there isn't any, anymore."

Turning slightly serious Jeri glances over at Sam as they walk out. "Hey, if you do end up going to SHIELD with this, don't mention who was with you when you got it. In fact it may be best not to associate yourself with me at all. There's at least one person important person there, probably more than one, who seriously doesn't like me and you don't need to be painted with the same brush."

*

Sam grins giddily at Nancy's astute summation of his state of mind. "Don't worry; no one knows what this girl needs like I do." He nods to Trent, too, although he doesn't imitate the other man's tilt toward a more somber demeanor. "I owe you big, Trent. As far as SHIELD's concerned, I got this baby from a ghost. And if there's anything you ever need from me, say the word."

Once outside the lab, Falcon — and that's exactly what he would like to be called right now, thanks — crouches at the bottom of the exit ramp, wings unfurled, and leaps forward. The Exo suit kicks in with some sort of hybrid of jet afterburners and hover tech, and he's off like a shot, gaining altitude at the gradual rate of the tunnel's slope. As he bursts through the fake hunting blind, he adjusts his angle of ascent steeply and is lost to sight. His wild, heavily dopplered whooping is definitely audible, however.

*

Nancy follows along, looking around the building as they leave it. "Oooooh, yer SHEILD candy? Fun fun fun. Yeah, they don't even know about me and I'd like to keep it that way. So, you think that thing is going to actually fly? Or just tease you with the possibility. Or… " she says as he flies off. "You could just leave us to clean up the mess? Damn, and didn't even get his number."

*

"Oh lord. I'm gonna feel really bad if he hurts himself with that. I've got his number Nan. If you really, really want it. Thought you had a 'cool' boyfriend, though." Jericho laughs. "Come on, let’s grab your ride and go see your mother."


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