Snake Watching

Summary:
September 10 2014: Spoiler interrupts Jericho working in Gotham. Again.

Otisburg Rooftop

A tall rooftop about thee quarters of a mile from a mostly abandoned apartment building.


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Not all of Jericho's errands involve explosives and gunplay. In fact most of them don't. Some of them just involve survielance. Jericho being who and what he is, this means frequently that he actually doesn't have to be anywhere near the place he's watching. Sometimes, though, one must do this kind of thing in person which is why Jericho is on a rooftop three quarters of a mile from a run down apartment complex staring through a thermal scope that happens to be attached to a rifle.

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Sometimes the watcher is watched, and this is one of those times. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Apparently it is Spoiler, whose cape covers her head, hiding her nicely in the shadows as he settles there. Then she takes a moment to consider the apartment, before she speaks, "Doesn't look like much. Another criminal central station?" And then she steps forward, her arms folded across her chest, studying his response.

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"I don't do 'criminals'." Jericho murmurs still watching. "That's for you and whomever else. Batman I guess since this is Gotham." He doesn't jump at least. "I do terrorists and mass murderers and folks who want to kill me." There's a pause, he still doesn't look up.

"What is it?"

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Spoiler picks a location to perch, wrapping the cape around herself, her gaze studying him from behind the mask. "Nothing." She smiles, enigmatic, for a teenager at least. Two heartbeats later, "So, what did you do with those people?" Curiosity, with a tiny hint of a snark to it, adding another question, "Why do you do it?"

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"Which people? The ones from the last time I saw you? Storm took the one to SHIELD. Over my objection but I'll handle that on the back end if it becomes necessary. Most of the rest either scattered or died of their injuries, depending on where they were when we broke in. Or did you mean the victims? They ended up in the ER, but they're gonna make it." He reaches up to adjust a dial on the scope and shifts it's view point a bit.

"Entirely selfish reasons. Because they'll hurt or kill people I care about. And a lot of other people, unless someone stops them."

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Spoiler nods, her expression thoughtful behind the mask, the silence certainly hinting at it. "Why did you object? Surely we want to know what they were doing, why they were doing it. I mean, why would you do that to someone, another person…" The age, it shows then, in the confusion behind her words. "You care about people? Other than Pepper. I mean, you don't hang out with many people." Revealing perhaps her interest, that she is watching, that she may have been asking around.

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That last comment causes Jericho to turn and look over his shoulder at Spoiler, revealing his eyes to be glowing red. "Mmmm. No, I don't hang out with many people. But I'm not a machine. I do care though there are only a handful of people I'd say I truly care about." He turns back to look through his scope some more.

"I objected because I wanted him dead for very practical reasons: To wit, so long as he lives, there is a chance his knowledge could be used to recreate a horrible weapon of mass destruction that I am trying to destroy, along with all the knowledge of it, mostly because it is being created by some very clever, very ruthless, very persistent people."

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Spoiler's fingers tighten on her shins, her gaze returning that look through her mask. "Pepper Potts." She names the woman with a hint of curiosity, adding, "But she is with that other guy, right? Not the This One and so on…" She slides down from her perch, walking towards him, "What if we didn't keep him alive and find out what he was trying to do, and they could do it from other sources, so we never knew what he knows, and never did stop them…"

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“Hydra's so compartmentalized that the right hand doesn't often know what the left hand is doing." Jericho lets out a harsh, bitter laugh. "Hell, the right hand doesn't even know there is a left hand. I know more about the larger picture of their operations than they do in most cases and I've had to hack and kill a lot to get there." Jericho shakes his head sadly. "These are ruthless, very, very clever people I'm dealing with."

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"Hydra." The word is repeated thoughtfully and she glances down at the weapon, considering it and Jericho, before she chooses a seat beside him. Her arms go around her legs once more, the thoughtfulness returning. "Who are they? I haven't heard of them before." An admission of ignorance made quietly and then she comments, "It isn't just you though, is it? I mean, you aren't the only person fighting them. Ruthless, clever people that all of us are dealing with."

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"Good question. I can tell you what they '’are’': a subversive terrorist organization with global reach intent on controlling the world at whatever the cost. They're compartmentalized, decentralized and really hard to root out. As to who they are?" Jericho runs his hand through his hair. "The story of where they came from is too convoluted for me to untangle. The world learned of them in a big way during World War Two, but some stories claim that they are far more ancient than that. Whoever they are, they are well resourced and utterly convinced in the rectitude of their cause."

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He sighs, shifting his position slightly. "No, I'm not the only one, thankfully, but I am the only one I am aware of who does specifically what I do."

"Let me see?" The nod towards the weapon is brief, the words impulsive and she shifts position as if she might take it without waiting for a reply. "What do you do specifically? What do they want? What is that cause?" Less snark, whilst her mind is in gear, and her mouth engaged in questions that would kill a cat. "Controlling the world, that sounds like any big corporation ever." There it is, the snark, a touch of it in her voice.

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"I crack networks, track down information and then act on it. Sometimes that means doing what you see me doing now…" He slides over to let Spoiler look through the scope. She can see the heat from what looks like a very large chemistry set, as well as people moving about.

"Sometimes it means doing what you saw me doing last time. And sometimes it means doing other things, like having hitmen come to kill me." That last is said with a sigh as his red glowing eyes flick to glowing amber.

"No… not corporation. They just want to profit off the world. Hydra wants to define what everyone is, what they should be, and kill anyone who doesn't fit their vision. They want to control who is special and who is not, define how you think, what you can say, who you can see… the whole nine yards."

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She leans forward, studying the scene before she glances at him, "Someone doing some science, or cooking up a storm." The observation is quiet and she slides back, out of his way. "Telling people who they can be, what they can do, where they can be, that isn't right." A faint trace of tone shift suggests she has someone in mind, that these are words formed on history. "I should go." Flat words and she rises to her feet, moving back towards her shadows, to leave him with conversations unfinished. Again.

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Jericho smiles faintly and takes his rifle back. "I'd say don't be a stranger, Spoiler, but you hardly seem to need the invitation, do you?" This is just information for now. He's not sure what action, if any, he'll take here. Right now he needs to know the who and what in better detail than he currently does.

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"If I waited for an invitation, I'd be at home sobbing into my prom skirt." Sarcasm, heavy and sharp, Spoiler shooting him a look before she slips off, vanishing across the rooftops, silently moving.


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