By Fire and Ice: Pre-Mission

Summary:
*September 14 2014:** Pre Mission jitters, briefings and sniping.

Hangar 14A, the Bus

A small SHIELD controlled airport housing the mobile command center known as the Bus


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The Bus. The ramp is down waiting for people to board, Lola's spot and the place where an SUV typically sits currently occupied by snowmobiles, leaving a narrow walkway between them to get to the glass doors of the lab and the spiral staircase that leads up to the main 'common' area of the plane's interior. May is currently nowhere to be found, presumably she's doing pilot stuff.

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Jericho showed up a bit ago, dressed in black tactical gear. His traces are glowing as he hangs out on the back of the ramp and he's got a pair of oddly oversized knives hanging from his hips, accompanied by a really unreasonably large rifle slung to his back (it's a Chinese grenade launcher actually but it looks like an unreasonably large rifle). He's not helping load, primarily because he's worried May will come out and slay him with a single well placed glare if he puts something in out of place. SHIELD has people for this. He's letting them do their job.

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"Well, it's no Helicarrier," Hill muses to herself while staring up the open ramp into the awaiting Globemaster.

For as inspiring as the jet itself is to look at, however, her expression noticeably darkens when she spots Jericho standing there with a very nasty looking weapon across his back. "Really," she flatly states while stepping up inside of the craft. This guy's not been on her good side, nor has he been making a whole lot of friends within the Division lately. Now he's inside of their jet, with a multi-shot grenade launcher.

"Unlike your tube, you only get one shot here." It's followed by pointing two fingers at her eyes, then pointing toward his. 'Watching you.'

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"Wheels up in fifteen," May's voice says over the plane's PA system. Get your bickering out of the way now or shut up until the Bus hits cruising altitude.

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There's a spark, and then a circle of light opens like a door just to Jericho's side and Illyana Rasputina steps through. Unlike the others who are dressed for work, she's in her usual boots jeans and T-shirt. The circle snaps closed behind her as she looks around. Secure facility? Yeah, that doesn't normally stop the blonde Russian.

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Cricket arrives via limosine, stepping out as the chauffeur offers her a hand. She's dressed as impeccibly as always, a cross between runway model and business chic. The limo drives away and she walks over to the Bus, a tablet in one hand that she is carefully scanning.

Upon looking up from her tablet, she looks to see who else is here. She nods to Maria Hill. "Hello, I'm Cricket Schodt. I'm the representative of Stark Industries. Mr. Stark sends his regrets that he himself couldn't make it himself and hopes that I can be of service."

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Barton, ever the overachiever when it comes to being 'in place', has already stowed his gear and is in the galley, attending to the coffee pot. The moment the portal of Illyana's opens, the pot drops to the floor, splashes coffee but thankfully doesn't break when it's dropped and a pistol appears in his left hand, pointed quite accurately. "What the hell—?"

Yeah, he's read the memo, read the reports, but teleporting 'discs' are a little different in person. And, Barton's not a fan of 'suddenly they appear out of nowhere'.

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Jericho smiles and nods to Illyana when she arrives. Hill? Well he knew her presence would be a risk when he dropped in to check on May. He's not actually riding the Bus, as per usual. Too many things that could go wrong, like one of his rubber banding random teleportation freakouts. This is not the time for that, so no air travel for him. "Speaking of shots, you're only getting this one because I put the time into it. Keep that in mind while you watch me."

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Mike Drakos wasn't certain whether the Red team would take their own vehicle, or fly with SHIELD, but it seemed more helpful to get to the Bus. He's scanning the machinery and the snowmobiles absently, looking to see whether there's anything broken or in danger of breaking, and happy to find that there's none.

"Hello, Jericho." He gestures to the metal box that's following him, a car-sized structure, and it moves closer by itself.

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Cricket puts a hand to her ear. Not that she actually needs to, but other then one person here, no one knows that. "Miss Potts? Yes, I'm on location. No, no one has said anything in regards to Mr. Stark not being here. It all seems to be going according to plan. Yes Miss. I will keep you appraised. I'll keep my earpiece in so Jarvis may contact me at any time, Miss. Yes. Thank you."

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Coming onto the ramp is a colorful character, known to the members of the team who were at the ill-fated mixer. Oh, and Clint, too.

Come to think of it, every time Vorpal has met with someone outside of his team in a social function, it has ended up in a brawl. That wasn't going to get him into the VIP rooms and the caviar, that's for sure. "Heh, looks like I made it on time this time 'round," Vorpal says with a grin. He's attired rather sensibly this time, instead of his Cirque du Soleil refugee uniform- bodysuit with a padded vest, gloves, and sturdy footwear.

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Then there's a portal. "Now who would so blatantly disregard security measures in order to get around… Oh wait, I know! That would be Rasputina," Hill dryly remarks as her hands fall upon her hips. "I must have missed the memo explaining that we were becoming a shuttle service to ultra secret global terrorist facilities. It's alright, Barton," she says with a drawn-out sigh. "While I don't approve of her transportation methods, she's a known entity."

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It's almost troublesome that the most unexpected thing is that someone new comes up and introduces herself to the Deputy Director. Turning to Cricket next, and giving the other woman a critical looking over, she cants her head slightly before responding. "Miss Schodt. Thank you for the update. Are..you meaning to take Stark's place for this trip?"

Stepping a bit closer so she can pitch her voice lower between the two, Hill adds "This is blunt as hell, but are you sure you're up for this?" Professionally dressed, small framed, short… Doesn't look like much of a fighter, though she has been proven wrong before.

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Lunair is among the group loading on. She has some of her sleek, high tech body armor that looks pulled straight out of some video game or another. She has a helmet with a neat visor that pulls itself back in her arms. She looks around, and smiles seeing a few familiar faces. There's the bathroom guy, Mike, Jericho… Hey! Hawkeye! Wavewave to them. And she listens, for her part.

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On his last visit to the Triskelion, someone let slip a reference to slapping down Hydra. Paul still owes them for putting a hole through four walls of one of the precincts. That's above and beyond the duty to make sure the people of New York are safe and stopping the makers of that virus definitely qualifies. He invited himself and no one actually said 'Hell no' outright. There was just the usual blah blah danger, blah blah death, blah blah not your job. Which sounded to him like an offer to supply him combat armor and weapons since it was so dangerous, thank you very much Agent and this vest is pulling slightly under the arm so half a size large would be great.

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Illyana slides her gaze over to Barton as he's got that weapon trained on her and arches a brow. She really, really doesn't like guns pointed at her. When Hill calls the all-clear she smirks over at the DepDir. "Don't worry, you won't have to suffer me for the trip. I still need to get lunch, get dressed… I'll be meeting you guys there. I just here for pickup." As the Bus is getting ready to roll out and folks are going to get settled, Illyana opens another stepping disk so that she and those that aren't going by Bus can make their exit. Before the pilot gets cranky."

With an effective 'stand down' from Hill, Barton gives one last look before the pistol is reholstered. "Doors. Doors are good." Though now, the coffee. Bending over to get the oh thank god it's not broken coffee carafe, he mumbles something about more coffee and turns to attend to just that. Hate it when this happens.

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That's Jeri's cue. See previous note about awful random rubber band uncontrolled teleporting. Ick. Haunted Arkham Asylum. No thanks. I'll take Limbo. Limbo's safe. Er.

"I'll be in contact on the way there. No one get airsick Y'hear?" And with that he's gone.

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And there's Bathroom Lady, too. "Fancy meeting you here," Vorpal says to Lunair, siding up to her. "That's one heck of a cool armor, though. Where can I get one just like that?"


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