Fractured Feelings

Summary:
December 12 2014: Kate beats up drug dealers and has another run in with Fracture

Lower East Side Park

A run down park in Manhattan's Lower East Side


Characters

NPCs

  • Drug Dealers

Mood Music:
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After Damian's death, Kate spent the night at Clint's. And the next day, she went to give the news to the Titans. After that, there was some recovery time. And then she went back out. She promised Clint she'd be careful, and she has been. She's not out looking for the woman who killed Damian. But she's also not sitting at home.

At the moment, in a dilapidated park on the lower east side, she's introducing a group of drug dealers to a little extra pain. Two are down, one with a taser arrow, the other with an arrow through the shoulder and another through the knee, and she's currently dealing with two others, a maelstrom of flying fists and feet that has them staggering.

It's very satisfying.

-

Noticing a thing like a young woman beating up drug dealers isn't a huge feat. After all Kate doesn't generally look like the type to do so and yet there she is, most definitively putting paid to some overdue accounts. It is pure coincidence that Jericho Trent was in the area (back from Russia on a small errand) and happened to be passing over and curious enough to drop to ground level and have a look. He doesn't bother pulling a weapon, though he does put his traces out the moment he lands. No reason to give himself away more than he already does. Who is that?

Wait… he's fairly sure he knows.

-

*Drip*

*Drip*

The blood from one of Kate's victims slowly pool into the ground. The puddle large enough for her to seemingly connect to, for she's like a shark. Where there is blood, there is Veruca. But she wasn't there in the flesh, using the surface of the blood as a looking glass, getting an upskirt view of the happenings and goings on with a slight frown. She ducks out of view from the pooled reflection, and into view with a hockey mask just for kicks. The only thing visible, were the eyes that she would be known for. Eventually, people will get tired of hearing about them.

A punch here, a kick there.. each flailing limb that connect gains a wince from Veruca.. and finally a loud..

"OOH! Okay. That hurt even /me/ and I'm not even fuckin' there!"

-

One of the dealers lunges at Kate, only to be pulled into an efficient hold that sends him flying into a bench, where he thumps and lies still. The other one doesn't seem to have the sense to run like he ought to, too upset about having his butt kicked by a girl to see that he's next in line. Kate shifts her stance, swaying back and forth in front of him. Normally, this is where she'd make some smart comment, egging him on. Instead, she's grim, challenging. And when he makes his move, she sweeps his blow away with one motion, then brings her fist up to his jaw in a powerful, full-body uppercut.

-

Jericho watches for a moment before starting to advance. There's a sound of metal scraping on metal as his blade unfolds. He approaches at a walk, in no great hurry. There's a fairly good chance that this'll be over before he actually gets there, but fighting so angrily is unlike what he knows of Kate and he's curious what's happened to change that. The hacker's eyes gleam amber in the darkness. Almost as an afterthought he sends out a ping to May, wondering if she knows of what Kate's up to.

-

Text reply back to Trent from May: No. Tell me.

-

And all the while she watches; her reflection bouncing from one visible surface from the other. Thank the light of the night for that.

It appears that the woman from the other night wasn't alone, and once Jericho passes the gleaming pole, the stretched out vision of her lets out a low whistle. Cause.. hello! He was cute. She may be an insufferable wench, but she wasn't dead yet.

The dealer is down for the count, and Kate gives herself a moment to catch her breath. It's long enough to hear the sound of Jericho approaching, and she spins to face him, lifting her bow and drawing back the string with an arrow in a single, smooth motion. She doesn't fire, though, brows furrowing as she looks back at Jericho. "Aren't drug dealers a little below your pay grade?" she asks, still not entirely lowering her bow.

-

"Depends on what they're dealing." Jericho says. The whistle catches his attention and he turns to stare at the pole… then glances in the other direction… no, no one there. Okay… "I was going to say they seem to be a little below yours, but I think we have more pressing issues. We're not alone." Jericho's blade is at his side, not in a guard and he really hopes Kate doesn't shoot him.

May gets a text back. 'Beating up dealers in the Lower East Side. Also being watched.'

-

It takes nearly three minutes for May to reply to Trent's text: Coordinates. I'm on my way.

-

Veruca knows a guy. She knows an Italian Mobster in Hell's Kitchen who knows a guy. That guy visits Veruca all for the love of money. A stack of cash for his usage of computers and the ability to pull cell phone numbers from whomever is in the area. Cell tower hubaloo. That sort of stuff. Each number was dialed in the area.. first from the two drug dealers.. and then to Kate.

Really. Who has time for all of this? That's 100 bucks off of The Guy's stack since she had to do all of the work. The mask was soon pulled off as she paces around the top level of the warehouse, favoring the warmth instead of going outside.

Perhaps this wasn't the right number, and dear ol' Kate.. (who's name Veruca doesn't know by the by), wasn't going to pick up. At least people have funny and catchy voicemails.

-

"They needed to be stopped," Kate answers Jericho grimly, turning a slow circle with bow drawn when he says they're being watched. "If they've got any sense, they won't do more than watch," she starts to grumble when the bluetooth earpiece she wears beeps. Sighing, she starts to lower the bow as she reaches up to hit a button. "What?" No doubt she expects it to be someone calling to tell her she's too distraught to be out beating on drug dealers.

-

Clearly she's not. Jericho takes a few more steps forward till he's standing next to the younger archer. Disabled dealers litter the floor (well, five of them.) He doesn't say anything yet, not wanting to interrupt what might be May calling, but he does wonder why she seems a bit… angrier than normal. That pole gets a second, kind of suspicious look. Who was whistling? And… at him? That's kind of a new one.

~Coordinates incoming. Is that you calling her?~ Just in case, he's starting a trace.

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May's reply text is even more terse than usual. ~no. driving~

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"I think you're a little too distraught to be beating up on drug dealers." Veruca mutters matter of factly. "I could /totally/ understand. A long time ago, I had a boyfriend killed right in front of me too. That's some pretty hard stuff to shake. How you feelin' baby doll?"

There was a slight serious note to her voice, though as she stands within the mirror, she fixes her hair as if she were talking to an old friend.

The urge to hang up immediately is strong. Kate knows she isn't ready for this confrontation yet. It's why she didn't go out looking for it. She went out looking for easier prey than that. Glancing to Jericho, she lowers her bow, shielding her hand with her body as she signs 'trace this' to the man. Chances are, he doesn't know the sign. Chances are neither does Veruca, though. It's a useful thing Clint taught her.

"Not my boyfriend, but thanks for your concern," she says after a moment, voice carefully steady. "Why, looking to turn yourself in?"

-

Jericho does not know the sign, but he's already recieved confirmation that it's not May on the line and given Kate's tone, it's not someone she wants to talk to. So he's tracing it. Cell towers are fun things. Also not as secure as people like to think they are. Luckily again, he doesn't have to look like he's hacking to be hacking. He finds a post to lean on, puts his blade away and folds his arms across his chest, subtly tap-taping with the fingers on his left hand as he watches screens scroll across his vision.

-

Melinda May receives the coordinates from Trent and since she (thankfully) had just gone off duty, she didn't have to explain where she was running off to. At the next res stop light, she quickly types in one last text to Trent, then tosses the phone onto the passenger's seat. ~ETA 5 mins~

-

Tsks. Was the sound that comes from the other end of the bluetooth. Veruca pulls the phone away from her ear to give it a look, then presses it back against her ear with a shake of her head.. that wasn't seen at all. Silly her.

"Typical Americans." She says casually, there was no mocking about it. "For a moment, I wanted to extend my apologies for killing.. Damian was it? You know, show that I was a wee bit human on the inside but you know the deal. And so do I. So I'm going to take a step aside and surmise that this phone call is currently being traced, and you're expecting some long winded jargon … hold on a second."

She turns to face the Guy with a wide smile, her free hand lifting to snap and gain his attention. As he turns, a dumb founded look upon his face, she tosses her head towards the door and mouths the words 'Get out'. He was smart. He knew those words and began to pack up.

"..sorry about that. You're expecting some long winded jargon that'll keep me on the phone long enough for this call to be traced, then you and your band of bitches in tights will bust all up in here glittering and glowing ready to take down the big bad and haul me off to a jail that you know I can escape from so we can start the little battles again, thus leaving me to learn all of your ways throughout the years and.. pretty much by the time I'm 50.. or the group of you wise up enough to fly off the handle and lop my head off, each of you will be dead. And probably fifty other people who get caught in the cross.. no. I'm being nice. One hundred other people who happ… no. That's still too low of a number. Let me see…"

Long winded much?!

"Oh hey. Forget this mess. Let's be pals. Just so you can tell me who that cutie-patootie is that's standing near you."

-

"Been dealing with the Batman, have you?" Kate turns another slow circle, looking around. "Superman, maybe. There are a lot of heroes who don't go in for killing, you're right about that. There are also plenty who don't have a problem with it." She looks over at Jericho, quirking a brow at Veruca's comment. "You should see this guy's girlfriend. I once saw her take out an entire ship's crew worth of terrorists. You know, she did say I should call her if I needed anything."

-

"I think she did." Jericho seems to recall that. He doesn't bother correcting the notion that Partisan is his girlfriend. Parti would probably find that amusing. He hopes. He does indeed have a girlfriend. Who could indeed have taken on an entire ship's worth of terrorists. And might not have left them alive either. Kinda depends. But he's fairly sure Kate's never met Illyana. "And she always pays her debts. Just the kind of girl she is." She does look different. She's blonde now. And in Russia. Which is where he is a lot these days.

-

Melinda May gets stuck at a traffic light THIS close to the coordinates, a small community park that sadly isn't frequented by children. She'd tap on her generic little car's steering wheel in impatience if she was the sort to let her impatience show. But she's not, so she doesn't.

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"Batman? Superman? Those dudes? Oh nooo.. think I need to work my way up to something like that. You know how it is, being small potat…" She pauses, waiting for the man to leave, her tongue clicking like a clock until the door closes. ".. small potatoes. Besides, those plenty are few and far in between and those types who don't? Not really worth the time." She does pace the floor, letting out a little sigh upon hearing that the man has a girlfriend. "Hey. I /do/ have morals when it comes to crap like that. If he's got a girlfriend, he's pretty much off limits. Though, I am curious and would like to meet her one day. Cook up something nice and sweet for that one. Oh, don't worry. I won't kill this one either. We'll call Damian a happy little accident."

There was another pause, she was clearly killing time, waiting for the search to pick up. When and if it does? She'd be in a warehouse loft, probably not too far from the club she was at earlier in the night. And there would be drops of blood, randomized DNA if someone decides to check.

"But you sound like a well put together gal. Beating up on folks. Gettin' out the anger in a good and proper way. You know, I don't believe those homempathic folks who all are.. 'Oh, you need to cry it out, feel the pain, nya nya nya'.." NOW her tone was mocking. "Whip some ass I say. Fight until you're done. Sleep and do it again. Get that stuff out of your system and let it go. I don't mean to speak ill of the dead but that dude sucked /ass/. You totally deserve better. And tell that dude to shut the hell up. No ones talking to him."

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See, Jericho? Kate's doing you a favor here. You absolutely have a girlfriend, and it's absolutely the psychopath who can take care of herself. "Therapy's great for dealing with shit," Kate says into the phone, still scanning the area for some sign of where the woman on the phone could be watching from. "It's also one reason I don't let other people decide what I deserve. So thanks for your concern, and it's super nice of you to want to be gal pals, but gal pals don't kill each others friends."

-

This woman is nuts. Jericho is seriously considering forgoing telling anyone where Veruca is and just bringing a satellite down on her building when he finds it. Alternately, letting Kate introduce her to Partisan would at least be very educational. He isn't listening in on the conversation, except what he can hear with normal ears (he hasn't hacked Kate's phone, in other words) but he is watching the way Kate's expression changes as she talks.

You should absolutely go kill her. And the entire block she's in. Just to make a statement.

Shut up, Maxwell.

-

Melinda May pulls into the parking area of the park, cutting her headlights just before turning in and stopping in a parking space where she can see Trent and Bishop — the former leaning seemingly idly against a post, the latter clearly talking on a bluetooth phone call. She cuts her car's engine and waits for a moment to see what's going on, because Jericho's posture is far too casual to be normal.

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"Awe. Well Miss Lady, I'm a terrible friend either way. You've /seen/ that. Right? But let me make up this whole happy accident for you and have you meet me somewhere nice. I'll politely surrender and you can stick me somewhere that's a hole in the ground. Proooomise I'll serve out my life sentence for killing a dude. Okay, a couple of dudes. And a few more. Speaking of. To cement this whole gal pal thing cause.. I'm going to /jail/ for you.." No she's not. "..you might want to swing by that club in Lower Manhattan. The one where they have the X and awesome music? Bunch of dead folks over there. You clean up my mess, and I won't tell anyone you managed to pelt your dead boyfriends body with arrows after he was dead. Innnnsult to innnjurr… woah.. wait a minute.."

Veruca steps into the mirror now, the mask she once held gripped and tugged on over her face, and with a quick lean in.. her image bounces from the pole that Jericho stood against, to the blood that pooled on the ground from the injured thugs.. and into the rear view mirror of Melinda May.

"Dude. There is this asian lady in the parking lot and she is /gorgeous/. She's got this sort of resting bitch face that works /well/. And her hair! Owweee I bet chicks are just fighting her left and right for a name of that conditioner she uses. Totes jealous of her. Totes! She.. kinda looks scary though.. scary hot but.. christ I'm getting uncomfortable."

"Jail is for people who can be rehabilitated. Jail is not for mass murderers. The only hole in the ground I'm putting you in is a grave." Jericho is good at his job. Surely he's traced the call by now. If there's any point to it. But Kate has gotten as much information as she's likely to get from the conversation, and knows she's getting too close to giving away more of her own if she goes much longer. She draws back her string once more, turning to aim an arrow at the streetlight and shooting it cleanly out. She can't kill all the light in Manhattan, but she can certainly cut down on the light for reflections in the area.

-

"That club she's mentioning?" Jericho says quietly. "She's there now. Or the phone she's calling from is." He has no idea if she's attached to the phone. He's used tricks like that before. Use the two phones as connected radios by putting them next to eachother. "It's not far either. Ten to one says she's ready for it though." Still he's willing to fly over there and have a look see. Take Kate for the ride too if she wants to come.

-

It's a REALLY good thing that May can't hear Veruca's verbal diarrhea, or she'd have to file a report on why her loaner car's rearview mirror looks like someone punched it and shattered the glass. But, she DOES see the eyes suddenly peering back at her and… yeah. She'll have to ask Coulson which form that is. She knows he'll remember.

Knuckles stinging a bit from punching the car's mirror, she pulls the keys from the ignition and gets out of the car, figuring there's no point in staying there any longer.

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"What was that noise?" Veruca doesn't bother to check. It was about that time for her to vamoose. Just when she was about to comment more on the prettiness of May, the mirror was smashed, the last thing she sees was a fist coming in her direction.

Man, that kinda hurt her feelings!

"Ahh. Nevermind. You won't kill me. People like you deal in death by proxy. Sure, you'll put someone in jail but once they get out and kill someone else? Sort of like you had a hand in their demise. But.. whatever. We'll keep up this cat and mouse. Make you a wee bit relevant. Damian's avenging angel or something weird like that. But really, you won't catch me. You probably won't even find me after this conversation. You are not my equal." She walks towards the table where The Guy once sat, pulling the phone away from her ear to snatch up a bottle of windex to spray it down.

She really didn't care of the signal continued, she was busy wiping the phone clean of any DNA and fingerprints that she'd leave behind. The mirror she looked into got the same treatment, wiping it from top to bottom with a little bit of a lift upon the tip of her toes, cleaning the surface and all it's edges as best as she could.

She doesn't toss the towel away, or put down the bottle of windex, instead.. she carries it along with her as she channels what little bit of energy she has left to step through the window. Phone left behind, she didn't need it anymore. It was probably compromised and wasn't hers. William B. Dudley wasn't a very attractive name for her to steal.

-

Kate disconnects the call once the lights are out, letting out a slow breath as she looks to Jericho. "If she told us where it is, it's already too late," she says quietly, jaw clenching. "I told Clint. That woman is dangerous. I'm one hundred percent sure that killing her is the right thing to do."

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Fenris says, ""As am I…" Jericho's jaw tenses and for a moment he considers calling up to K'tten and asking for a favor… but it might be a bit much in the middle of the city. Next time though. His eyes cut over in May's direction.

"I'm a bit busy with other things but if you need help tracking her down I'll make the time. Hello May."

-

Melinda May walks toward Jericho and Kate with her keys still in hand, and catching just the tail end of what Bishop says, she offers up, "I have a better idea." She knows of secure 'holding' areas in various SHIELD facilities that would keep just about anyone this side of Captain America from getting loose again. And unintentional bonus: These cells are usually designed with zero reflective surfaces.

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"Nothing's as secure as dead, Agent May," Kate says grimly. "If she's alive, she's going to find a way to keep killing. She has a point to make. There's nothing worth saving there." She steps back to the downed dealers, retrieving her arrows with a decidedly unpleasant jerk. "You should probably call a unit to that address. I'm sure it's a crime scene by now."

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Which is another good reason for Jericho not to have the building blown up or smashed. "Can you tell me what she did?" Killed is obvious enough but Kate's taking this kind of personally. Which makes him think that she did something personal. At the very least it'll give him an idea of what they're up against.

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Melinda May watches Kate intently for a few seconds, then … sighs and goes back to the car for her phone. She returns again to have someone call in the LEOs for people here, and then has to stop and LOOK at Kate and Jericho for the address to where ever creepy stalker-in-the-mirror woman would have been.

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"She used seven people rigged with bombs as cover and excuse to kill my friend," Kate answers Jericho, grim. "And after she had a sword in his guts, she blew them up anyhow. To make a point, about heroes. And clearly she isn't done yet." She puts the arrows away, pausing to restrain the downed dealers. "He traced it," she adds to May's look, glancing up from a dealer to point a thumb at Jericho.

-

Jericho provides the address as he considers what Kate told him. "May, sounds like we have someone targetting masks. But that might put some of your operatives at risk too. This sounds like it's a priority." He's decidedly not worried about Veruca going after himself or Partisan. In fact, he'd be really, really amused if she went after Partisan.

"Reflective scrying, possibly a form of magic or a mutant ability." The one can sometimes look like the other. "I'm not really a due process kind of guy myself." He says to both Kate and May off handedly. People who are too dangerous to let live… die.

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Melinda May nods to Kate and Jericho and relays the intel shared with her, then ends the call. She gives Kate another of those long evaluating looks, then declares (as if she had any say in the matter), "You're doing this again." She's clearly indicating the drug dealers put down with prejudice even though she doesn't actually point or gesture to them in any way.

-

"She can also duplicate herself. There were seven the other night, but no indication of any limit. When struck, they shatter like glass." Kate looks to Jericho, brows furrowing in thought. "I thought about resonant frequencies with the duplicates. I hadn't hit on the reflective surfaces. I hit the lights. Not much reflection in the dark. Bet she'd have trouble if she couldn't see, too." May's comment gets another look, and she nods. "I need to work it off. So I can be smart about her. Besides, it needs to be done."

-

Jericho follows May's gaze down to the disabled dealers. Mostly he doesn't really care about people like these or indeed crime in general. His focus tends to be on world wide conspiracies not because he's too good to take on 'small fries' but because the latter tend to be trying to kill him and/or people he cares about. Tends to keep one's attention. "Probably, but absolute darkness can be hard to manage. Especially in a city. For that matter so can getting rid of reflections. On the other hand… if you can find a mage…" Jericho's had some odd reading of late… "If you can find someone who can open a sympathetic connection you might be able to follow the reflection back to her. Just a thought."

Jericho only knows a couple mages but Kate seems to know a lot of people. May's comment goes without comment from him. Clearly she is indeed doing this again.

-

Melinda May is silent for a moment longer before adding. "You ARE going to be careful. I do not want to hear a call out because you got in over your head." She looks ready to turn and leave again. Why are the weeks between the major american holidays always THIS level of crappy?

-

"If she left-" Kate pauses, and the smile that curves across her features isn't very nice. "I'd bet the shards from the duplicates collected at the last scene carry some connection to her. Maybe as much as any blood or DNA. And I'd bet if someone cast a spell on them to blind her, she'd have a real hard time watching people." She nods to May's caution, grim. "I won't be stupid about it," she promises. "I just…needed to take the edge off." And with the dealers restrained, she steps back, nodding to Jericho as well. "Tell your friend I may be calling her. And…thanks."

-

"Later Kate." Jericho waves as she takes off. "May wait up." The hacker moves to catch up. "Headed anywhere in particular?"

-

Melinda May slows her usual walk to let Trent catch up, then replies neutrally, "Home. What's up?"

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"Want to talk to you about another project… semi-officially." The hacker says quietly. He doesn't offer to drive. He knows May can and will drive anything with an engine. Better than him.

-

Melinda May unlocks the car doors and waits for Jericho to buckle in before they're underway. Oh, and that rearview mirror is still smashed. Looks like someone punched it.

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Jericho looks at the mirror as he buckles up, then back to May. "Someone piss you off?" He asks mildly. Because clearly someone did. Or she didn't like the way the mirror showed her reflection and punished it.

-

"Probably Bishop's 'friend'." They turn in to traffic, so she takes a few extra seconds to say, "I saw a pair of eyes, and reacted."


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