Demonsy McSatanPants

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December 28, 2014: Jericho calls May, Hawkeye and Lunair to investigate a HYDRA Nest

South New York State


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HYDRA has mages.

That statement alone is rather chilling. HYDRA seeks nothing less than the ability to impose it's own version of world order on, well, everyone. Magic is a means to an end for them and the things it could accomplish… well in the wrong hands devasttating and limitless. So far, though, Jericho hasn't seen them do anything other than thow them at him, so at least they're not (that he knows of) out planning to unleash the elder gods or otherwise enacting apocalyptic badness.

Not that he's willing to wait for them to work up to it. This particular blacksite is in the hills between New York and Gotham. Fairly isolated actually for being as close to two large cities as they are, and also not horribly far from the Titan's Castle. Not that Jericho knows that last bit. Titan Castle isn't exactly in the yellow pages and he's never had reason to go looking for it.

This site is remote. Jericho parked his X5 and had to fly several miles to get to it. And it doesn't particularly look like anyhing though he knows from experience how little that means. He'd also sent a call out to May on his way out here. Figured she might want to know he was about to potentially kick a hornet's nest.

***

Melinda May had been about to corner Bishop and interrogate her for Barton's current status/whereabouts when the message came in from Trent. She reads the info, resists the urge to sigh, and goes to corner Bishop anyway, though for a different reason now. She's going to ask the kid to accompany her in helping keep Trent from getting his damn fool head chopped off.

***

Kate Bishop would never betray Clint's confidence! But tell May where to find him, that she might do. Possibly. Except this looks like a lot more fun, and Clint has things to do today. "I like Trent," she declares as she suits up. "He's really pretty…I mean, okay, he's sort of weird lately, but he seems like he's got his head and his heart in the right place, you know?"

***

Jericho hits his Outsiders communicator as he walks. "Okay K'tten, start scanning and recording. I've got a hillside in South New York, no obvious enterences but with a subterra passageway. What do you make down there?"

"Not sure." Comes a Tamaaran accented voice. "Old stone passageways. Very, very old. And we're reading some kind of interference on the same wavelength as your own, er, odd abilities. Wait. I think I have a way in for you. Two hundred meters to your left. By the way, I think you hit the omni broadcast again."

Jericho facepalms. Yay. He just sent that to basically everyone on his contact list. May. Kate. Oracle. All the Outsiders… "Hate it when I do that…"

***

Lunair is kind of confused by HYDRA. They can't even manage during a hailstorm. But for all the bumbling and bad puns, they are remarkably lethal and coordinated sometimes with some pretty dangerous individual agents. Admittedly, she doesn't know a lot about most of them or even that they have mages. Mages are usually things that are super squishy and really bad to ignore in a fight. And also, Lunair is also worried about Clint. She fully intends to burn his apartment at some point in order to cleanse it and perhaps encourage him to live somewhere lower if he's going to keep getting defenestrated. Or something. His lack of survival instincts are distinctly disconcerting to the somewhat paranoid mutant.

For better or worse, Lunair is one of the All Users. She totally counts! Happy day! And Jericho is going to get a response. "Hi! Need some help? I was hitting the bonsai garden but it's slim this time of year." Pause. "Not literally hitting. Anyway, want some help?" She also got her car cleaned and well. Y'know.

***

Melinda May is about to lead Kate to the quinjet bay when she hears Trent's misrouted comm and remembers that this isn't going to be an official SHIELD-sanctioned outing. Again. That makes transportation a bit more … challenging. Well, they're most of the way there. "Trent, any chance of alternate transport? Car's in the shop." That last is code for 'can't take SHIELD equipment without getting in trouble'.

***

"Hi, Trent," Kate carols cheerfully when his voice comes through. "Glad I'm not the only one with one of those protocols. Were you calling someone your kitten, though? Because that really didn't seem like your style of term of endearment." As May asks about transportation, she points a thumb toward her own car. "We can take the Mustang?" she offers.

***

"Uh, yeah let me get on that for you…" Jericho murmurs. Contrary to popular belief he can be made to blush and he's doing so right now. Big oops. Almost as bad as when he brain-dialed May with Romanov in the middle of a tirade about the universal evil that is Maria Hill.

"No, Kate it's K'tten. Not Kitten. She actually hates that." And she is also not Jericho's girlfriend. Try again. Actually that's not fair. He's pretty sure Kate hasn't met Illyana.

"K'tten could I get the three responding individuals routed to my location."

"Affirmative Jericho. Standby for transport in three, two, one…"

Lunair knows how this works. May might vaguely remember it from Greenland. Kate… well, maybe she'll think it's cool. Pools of purple light surround May, Kate, Lunair and the background seems to fade away. Moments later they're all next to Jericho in tall grass on a slightly windy hillside in lower New York state.

"Hey folks. Nice of you to join us."

***

Okay. May officially hates Star Trek transporters. Even purple ones. But she's been doing this kind of stuff long enough to know better than to just say that out loud. So instead she looks around to get a quick assessment of where they're at and what's about to happen. "What sort of numbers are you expecting?"

***

Lunair is - sort of getting used to it. At least Lunair's worked with SHIELD and knows to keep her trap shut in general. She has her backpack with her, and looks like she crawled out of an epic battle with an anime fashion designer. Yup. But she's a teenager and it's one of the last periods in her lives she can get away with it. She glances around. "I guess I'll get my armor on. If you need stuff, ask and stuff." Otherwise, she goes quiet to get herself armored up.

And her armor is sleek, dark colored and alarmingly high tech. No bikinis or bulky NFL armor here, no.

***

"Who, hey, hello," Kate yelps as they reconstitute near Jericho, patting herself down thoroughly. In case some piece of herself is missing.

***

Jericho smiles in Lunair's direction. He's worked with the young woman often enough to know not to judge the book by it's heavily ruffled cover. He also knows that she's one of the more tactically competant people he's worked with, even if she is very young and rather quiet. "Hey Kate. Sorry for the sudden 'yoink.' May." Jericho nods to the veteran agent.

"I'm not sure really… walk this way… I'll explain." He starts walking toward a rocky outcropping about two hundred meters distant. "The place is reading dead, so it could be no one down there, but there's interference so I don't know. I do have it on good authority that this place was very recently used by Hydra personnel of the Spooky pursuasion. And possibly other things. Now let me see…" Reaching the outcropping the Hacker takes a moment to look around and… there. Almost hidden in the tall grass. A passage down. "Well then, this way…"

The tunnel is tall enough to stand in after the initial bend to get in and terminates after about a hundred feet in a high tech door. One that Jericho opens after a moment's fussing to reveal long stone passageways, worn an ancient, lit by torchlight irregularly. Up ahead the path bends.

"Hrm… someone's been here recently if the torches are lit."

K'tten's voice breaks in. "The tunnel ahead of you branches. Left hand path narrows and branches off again several times. I suspect living quarters. Right hand path leads to a large, circular room. Still getting a lot of interference so no idea who else may be down there."

Huh… The hacker turns to his allies. "Which way?"

***

"Left has a higher probability of habitation, lower probability of prepared resistance. If we can block off that path, then we can clear the right first. If not, we go left first." May looks at the tunnel construction with a critical eye, then pulls two crescent shaped blades from where they were concealed on her person. Very close quarters, walls very solid and thick, kind of limits the options. She glances at Bishop to see if the archer has any alternate weaponry on hand. If not, the taser-ended batons will be offered.

***

"I'll go sweep right side," Kate volunteers at May's summary, pulling out a compact, folded bow like Barton's from a quiver at her hip and jogging down the other branch of the tunnel. "Call out if you guys need me on the other side," she calls after herself, tapping on her earpiece.

***

Lunair follows the group, her armor sleek and professional looking. She kind of blinks at May's weapons. Boggle. Is she - is she a KLINGON!? No, wait. Thats not a batwhatsits. Or a bat person. Not at all. But she doesn't say anything. Smart teenager never smart ass in melee weapon range. Thus said some teenager long ago. She might not have a developed frontal lobe, but she knows that pointy things tend to hurt.

She nods and waves to Kate. There's a quiet thought, "Should I get something that shoots or light sabers?" Hey, she is open to suggestions. Call it her experimental phase. Except unlike most teenagers, her college experimental phase involves light sabers and explosives, not pot and pillow fights in the nude.

***

Jericho moves in, nodding. He stops to cover the living quarters. They can't be immediately seen, not that it prevents him from prodicing his gunblade and setting it to 'gun'. He listens for a moment but doesn't hear anything. "You two go ahead. I brought some party favors and I think I can collapse this part of the tunnel." He murmurs.

Ahead there's a large circular chamber that looks like something out of a fantasy novel. Except that there are tables and chairs and lighting that make it look more like a secret Nazi stronghold. The room is devoid of people though things like hot coffee still in cups suggest that there at least were people recently.

Of more interest, perhaps, are the files scattered about the tables. They detail an old project to raise special children as assassins and operatives conducted by a certain secretive pseudo-government organization. There are pictures too. Some that Lunair may recognize. And one, prominantly, that May might recognize. Lunair. One of her at about twelve side by side with one taken a few days ago.

What the hell?

***

Melinda May nods to Bishop then to Trent as moves forward cautiously. She's listening for any stray noises as much as she's watching for movement from hidden areas of the room and the like. Hydra's taste in decor hasn't changed much in the past 60-some-odd years, that's for sure. When she reaches the tables and glances over the files, her eyes immediately flick over toward Lunair then back to the files, and then she's setting her mini-Klingon weapons down to pull one of those small drawstring backpack things from a pocket.

Every last file is hastily scooped up and dropped into the pack to be studied more closely later. She does, though, tuck the two images of Lunair directly into her jacket to show to Trent later. He greeted the kid nicely enough when they all arrived, so she'll wait to kick the kid's butt until her loyalties are proven. If they're proven to be anything other than friendly.

***

Lunair smiles back to Jericho, somewhat glad he doesn't think ill of her ruffles. Lunair looks to the others, although her visor has long since closed at this point. She even looks over her shoulders. "Man, I feel like I've gone back in time and someone sacrificed their sense of decor for dark powers," She muses and peers around. She doesn't get in May's way as she investigates the pictures. Although, she will get a bit closer after a little bit.

"… may I look?" Somehow, Lunair gets the impression that just shoving in would end badly, but she could swear that someone seems familiar.

And why, is she still so calm? Well, sometimes these things take a moment to sink in. Some awful truth she'd ignored for so long or wasn't entirely certain of. It's waiting to tip over, like a glass of something dark at the edge of a glass table on a white carpet. Just WAITING.

***

There's a muffled thud and the sound of falling rocks back up the passageway. A few minuttes later Jericho appears. "Right, that tunnel's blocked up…"

He pauses in the doorway. Unlike May and Lunair he's got thermal vision on demand and he can see the body heat from where people were sitting. "Hrm… folks were here within the last ten minutes. They left in a hurry…" Perhaps they didn't want to face the wrath of the assembled heroes. He couldn't blame them. May, Lunair and Kate are scarey.

He starts to search himself, looking through a stack of papers and then stops with a muttered oath. "Damn it." There's an entire file here on Melinda May. The worrying thing here is that it isn't about what she's done. There's about twelve projections of things she may possibly do and one prominant drawing that shows her dead and bleeding out in a pentagram with the notation scrawled out 'best fit solution'.

He hasn't even seen the files on Lunair and her fellows yet or he'd be swearing more.

***

Melinda May looks at Lunair and nods, stepping aside a bit to let her look, the photos of the young woman in question already tucked into her jacket. She picks her crescent blades up again and steps over to where Trent is cursing to see what's bothering him. Oh, and to show him the photos of Lunair and to nod at the table she just stepped away from.

***

Lunair's a bit - uncertain. Maybe they all went for a bathroom break or something? But who leaves files out and around? Weird. She frowns at the news that the tunnel's blocked up. She looks to Jericho and then glances to the pictures, unaware still that May tucked them into her jacket (Hey, May's probably really good at that stuff, right?). Nevertheless, she peeks over the desk and goes really, really quiet. There's a long moment.

"… hey, I know them." She's going to look over what remains, uneasy. Squint. "That's Susie and…" And … and … System shutdown, bluescreen error. The switch will not open. She knows that person, but why…? They were all sick, all dying. Biohazardous material is burned, not buried and - and - the screen hangs. Lunair just kind of stares.

***

When Jericho sees Lunair his swearing becomes sulpherous. Quite literally. May doesn't know any of the words he's using and the reason is he's unconsciously started using Demonic. They have a lot of curses, so it's a good language for that. As the veteran SHIELD agent steps over she can see what's in his hand. The file on her is all in chinese. But the police-artist quality drawing of her bleeding out in the center of a pentagram that he sets down to turn and look to see Lunair staring off into space? That needs no translation. (And anyway he's fluent in mandarin).

"What was HYDRA getting into here and why is this place creepy-crawling with magic?" He mutters. If May looks there are other files. One on Triplett. One on Lance Hunter. Another on Barton and another on Bishop. Someone's being stalked and targeted in some weird reverse scrying fashion.

If Lunair can look, Jericho certianly does as he walks over, the files aren't just on the old project. They're on a new project which involves duplicating the old one… which means 'acquiring' as many of the old test subjects as possible.

***

Melinda May glances at Jericho at his choice of curses — words she's never heard before — and then her attention is on the files. About her. Trip. Hunter. Barton. Bishop. Now she's the one cursing quietly. In Mandarin. These files get scooped upand added to her bag.

***

Lunair liked Trip well enough when she met him. He seemed nice, appreciates explosives and is another who kind of rues not getting the awesome super soldier body (complete with pecs, right?) and all that jazz. Lunair doesn't know demonic and stares at Jericho, worried. "Uhm." She looks concerned. "I knew some of these people, and saw them all at least in passing," She considers. She lets Jericho look.

She seems to trust the hacker well enough. "I don't think I like what I am reading." It all seems so twisted, taking advantage of scared families with dying kids. Turning hope into a small army of assassins that as far as anyone knows are dead. "Although, Susie's a CEO now. Mostly because she had mind control," Lunair remembers. "I kinda kept out of her way," She admits. Lunair is sensible enough to avoid riling up anyone who can scramble her brains without shooting them first, at any rate. Why, though? "But it ended so badly…" It makes an ugly sort of sense. Try, try and refine the process. But she doesn't like it one little bit, falling quiet again.

***

"May, you, me, Lunair and the rest of the Outsiders need to have a talk. Meanwhile we should get out of here before before the people who were he-"

"Going somewhere Aspect?" Says a deep voice tinged with a growling undertone. Jericho turns to look. A small knot of Hydra mages are just portaling in. With them is a tall, cloven hoofed, red skinned demon with a very large sword. "So nice of you to drop in on the place. We'll be taking those docuents back now."

***

"Like Hell." This room is bigger. More space to work with. And, May's been reading up on things that most of SHIELD would likely consider 'Fringe'. Sure, Hydra goons with guns are problematic, but her biggest concern is the tall being who fits the European concept of a 'demon'. So maybe the European defense methods will work.

She kicks over the nearest table to provide herself some form of cover while hastily reaching into her jacket for … a small drinking flask?

***

Lunair nods slowly at Jericho. Time has slowed down. Everything just got surreal. A part of her figured just leaving her old life behind was just too easy, and here it is in her face. Then suddenly, Demonsy McSatanpants is all up in their grill now. She looks over, eyes wide. Didn't she beat up a guy like him in Diablo at some point? Oh well. Fire isn't too likely to work. But there are some things that often do.

She dives for cover, pulling out an alarmingly large 50 calibre rifle. "No thank you!" And if any of them get any closer, she's going to shoot.

***

Jericho summons up his wolf armor as the other two dive for cover and not a moment too soon. Energy blasts from the mages (Mages with guns? Not kosher) impact against it and spark his traces, burning him. His gunblade begins to chatter as he slings automatic fire. Two of the HYDRA goons go down but that's all he's going to get as the demon closes on him blade in hand. Unless, that is, May and Lunair get it first!

***

Melinda May uses the moment of cover to also pull her sash whip from its storage spot, and soaks it in the liquid from the flask. Then she launches out at the demon, hoping catch the vile thing. Around the neck would be ideal, but not mandatory. Also, she doesn't know what Lunair's speciality is, or she'd be asking for very special requests right about now.

***

Lunair isn't sure her bullets are going to work. Pause. "Oh yeah, I gotta bless these things, huh? Hmmmm… didn't I see the pope once in Italy." And he blesses things. Where is a pope when you need one? She listens to Jericho doing his thing. A smaller weapon is called for and lasers pretty much hurt everyone ever. So she has a medium sized laser gun and is going to blast at the demon with a white colored light gun. Yup.

***

Jericho braces himself for impact when May's sash flies past his shoulder and wraps around Demon McSatanpants' neck. What. Lunair named him. Anyway, he doesn't like the holy water. Not one bit judging by the way he starts to claw at it and thrash. Then Lunair lights the thing up. Literally.

The thing about most demons is that they aren't immune to regular sources of harm. They're just tougher than most things out there. Lunair laying into it with a laser and May holy chocking it give Jericho the opening and confidence he needs to rush past its aborted charge and… well there's several wet tearing sounds from the other side of the demon and abruptly, no more HYDRA.

"Quick. Before anymore show up. Get to the surface so K'tten can get us out of here."

***

Melinda May abandons the sash, snags up the last files she can reach easily and does as Trent just directed. "Bishop. Get topside. Now." She knows the young woman will do so post haste, so hurries to do the same. "You too, Trent. Not leaving you down here."

***

This is why Lunair is banned from dialogue, battle cries and naming things in general. It might be part of why she's quiet in a fight. Ahem. "Yeah…" She's not exactly aware she's on their 'to nab' list, but the feeling is that they aren't going to welcome her in for tea and knitting. She follows the group, glancing over her shoulder. Worried.

***

The moment the four of them break the surface Jericho is clawing at his Outsider's communicator. "K'tten, this is Jericho. Emergency transport for four to the Triskelion parking lot. Now!"

Jericho doesn't demand things often and when he does it's always because there's trouble. So K'tten simply acknowledges the call and in a moment purple light wisks them all away to a parking lot May knows quite well.

***

Melinda May follows as fast as possible, and then… oh. There's Kate's Mustang. Yeah. She knows exactly where they are now. Unfortuneately, appearing like that in the middle of SHIELD territory will undoubtedly draw attention. "Unless you want to explain this to Hill, I suggest you two get going." She offers Trent the drawstring pack full of files.

***

Lunair simply doesn't know who Hill is. But she does dismiss her armor. Running around looking like a video game protagonist would probably draw a little *too* much attention. "Thank you," She does thank them and K'tten at least. "And uhm. I have no idea who that is, but I believe you." And Lunair isn't gonna stick around, not really. She's much like a startled cat. It's surprising she hasn't scampered so hard her feet leave dust clouds. But she's not *that* bad.

***

"Don't really feel like that no. But we'll be in touch. Come on Luniar. I can at least have K'tten get you back where you were before I yanked you all with me." Jericho keys that communicator again. This one will go on SHIELD video but oh well. "K'tten, two up please." And just like that, the Outsiders are gone.


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