Cryotank Escapee

Summary:
January 5, 2015: Oracle and May are tracking a HYDRA 18 Wheeler coming through Gotham, Midnighter is too…. what they find is interesting

Gotham

Dirty, stinking, corrupt Gotham


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Midnighter gets lots of hot tips. He doesn't cultivate informants so much as the criminals he's beating up trade information for their lives. Tonight it concerned the innocuous looking eighteen wheeler that came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road when Midnighter showed up unexpectedly at the driver's side door to say hello. That the two in the cab decided to shoot first let him know the thug who told him about it wasn't making shit up. Now he's standing at the back, having opened the door to see what was being transported. The three in the back are just as dead as the two in front except these three are un uniforms. "Hydra? What the fuck is going on?" There are blood splasttered computer consoles lining one side of the trailer and some weird looking gizmo at the far end."

***

In the Clocktower, Oracle is watching Gotham streets for signs of trouble. All the Bats are currently engaged in other operations - it's the usual busy night, and with Robins extended leave of absence the team is stretched more thinly than normal.

An eighteen wheeler stopping in the middle of the road is enough to get the redheads attention and she frowns as she zooms the security camera pointing at the cab, in. "Midnighter" the words spoken into the quiet of the Clocktower. It's been a while since she's seen him on the streets of Gotham, but she's not surprised.

Watching as he opens the door, Oracle activates his comms channel "Good evening Midnighter. Is that eighteen wheeler your doing?"

***

Agent May has been working off the books: tailing a particular 18-wheeler based on a tip from Oracle, Barton co-piloting the quinjet after he busted her checking the vehicle over for tracking devices. She had had to explain what she was doing and why, and after that couldn't exactly refuse to let him tag along. Not to mention, an extra pair of eyes is always useful in a situation like this.

When the jet gets to within easy visual range of the truck (meaning it's stopped, and that's never good), she keys her headset over to Oracle's comm frequency. "Convoy's stopped. Suggestions?" She maneuvers the quinjet to hover a safe distance from the 18-wheeler, but certainly close enough to be heard by anyone on the ground. Fast, yes. Maneuverable, heck yes. Quiet? No. That's one thing quinjets will never be. Well, unless Stark opts to modify them.

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"No Oracle, it's Hydra's doing." Midnighter answers, not sounding at all surprised by the unexpected voice breaking into his comm system. "They don't teach their drivers to pull over to the side of the road before trying to kill someone." He studies the inside of the trailer a few moments, his gaze passing over the three dead agents as if their weren't there. "I don't suppose you could hack into this and figure out what that device is?" At the sound approaching overhead, he looks up toward where the quinjet comes into view. "Is that yours?"

***

The redhead lips quirk at Midnighters response just before her eyes narrow "HYDRA, we thought it might be. If you're referring to the quinjet, not exactly mine…. an associate." Oracle considers his request before responding "I could try and hack the HYDRA network, but right now… I would prefer to take this a little more cautiously… for reasons." Not the least of which being that's she's already caused problems for HYDRA over the last few days and wants to keep her profile low. "Can you get me a better visual on it? I can do other searches."

Oracle keys Mays communication channel "Midnighter is there, seems the occupants of the trailer are dead and there's something in the trailer he wants information on. I'd ike to conference you in, if that's ok?"

***

"Acknowledged, Oracle. And go ahead." May edges the quinjet to as close to the stopped 18-wheeler as is prudent and lands it in a clear area off to one side of the road. The paperwork for 'quinjet damaged while parked on a highway' is just insane.

As soon as the jet has settled, she switches out the pilot comm headset for a earpiece and looks at Barton. "You can stay here if you want." She's basically giving the archer a chance at being able to claim ignoance about this whole thing. After all, the quinjet was signed out as 'shakedown flight'.

***

Clint's in the co-pilot seat, his attention split with the flight controls and the now spotted tractor trailer. "Great. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that everyone aboard there now is dead. On their side." Which means there's not going to be a lot of information forthcoming from anything that isn't tech.

Clint waits until the aircraft is landed before he unstraps and spins around to grab his equipment. It's an easy toss on; arrows on the back, bow in hand when he smirks at the other Agent. "You kidding? Gonna go stretch my legs." His gaze lingers on May for those few extra seconds before he hits the hatch for the bay door in the back. "Let's go."

***

"I don't have a camera." As the quinjet comes in for a landing, Midnighter turns to watch it and wait for its occupants to get out. "There's a whole computer console set up in there. That's what I was referring to. So you work with SHIELD?"

***

Conferencing the comms channels, Oracle frowns at the Midnighters response "Comms channels conferenced. And no… I don't work with SHIELD." May can explain further if she wants. "I can try that console… if it's networked back to HYDRA though, I'm dropping the connection immediately."

Assuming the console has it's own power source in the trailer, Oracle looks for the telltale signals to let her hack in. She doesn't connect directly though, routing the connections through that neat server farm, located who knows where, Fenris had given her for Christmas. It takes a few minutes for the connection to be found and she waits. "Trying to connect now…"

***

"Oracle doesn't. We do." Yup. May's ever so friendly chattiness is going to win them a new friend for SURE. (not.) Her eyes skim the 18-wheeler and she gestures toward the open trailer. "May I?" She pulls the small device from her pocket that she used earlier to scan for trackers on the quinjet. Paranoid May is paranoid, and she does NOT want to have to deal with another parking garage fiasco if she can help it. She still owes Hunter a baseball cap.

***

While May heads in her direction, Clint goes high and easily climbs atop the trailer in one, two pulls. Once up, he crouches, looking for anything that might give a hint. "Hey, got a question for you guys. You think they're watching the progress of this truck on their GPSs? Because I'm willing to bet that if they see it stopped for too long, they've got some sort of fail-safe in there."

***

The question is, will Waller get pissed if Midnighter doesn't claim the truck for Stormwatch's jurisdiction? And does he care if she will? More likely, it'll be one less headache. Let SHIELD do the legwork. "Be my guest. And I'd put money down they're tracking the truck. You don't transport something like this without keeping track. They might even have mics and cameras watching." He hasn't had time to give the truck a going over.

***

"I'm in" Oracles systems connect to the console "GPS can be disabled, I can hack the vehicles computer system, but it will raise alarms faster than waiting. As to cameras and mics, assume they have similar systems to me. We need to work fast… If you can get the vehicle moving, it may look less suspicious."

The computer console gives her access to the survelleince systems IN the trailer itself "I'm cutting the feed from inside there, or more appropriately, routing it to my systems so they don't get ears on… but I do. Now what am I looking for here, Midnighter?"

***

Melinda May tosses the small device up toward Barton, expecting him to catch as easily as he fires arrows. "I'll get the truck moving." She's apparently expecting Midnighter to help Oracle with the computer systems inside the trailer and Barton to either join her in the truck's cab or hang out on the roof and act as lookout. She'll let him choose. She heads for the front of the truck and climbs into the driver's seat, sparing on a moment to make a faintly disgusted sound at the body there. "Hey," she calls over to Midnighter. "Did you make this mess in here?"

***

"Seconded," Clint murmurs.

The voice on the other side of the radio isn't a familiar one, Midnighter's that is, but he does agree with the sentiments, considering they pretty much echoed his- thus why he's on the roof and not inside. Anything comes, he'll know about it. Another arrow is nocked, though he's not pointing it in any direction as of yet. Never hurts to be ready, however. "I'm thinkin' you guys'll need to be quick then."

At the suggestion that perhaps it might be a good idea that the truck should start once again, Clint looks back at the Quin, down at the truck and back to the Quin before he exhales in a sigh, "Remember where we parked." The fact May's on the move to do just that brings a nod from the other Agent and indeed does catch that which is thrown up at him easily, and puts it aside. Now, he waves a hand, "Any idea where they were bound?" Go! Go! Go! He'll stay put up top. Don't worry about him!

***

"Pan the camera all the way to the back of the trailer." Midnighter tells Oracle. In the back, connected to its own framework to keep it steady, is what looks like a very high tech cryogenic chamber except that it's filled with a translucent, and somewhat thick, green fluid. Fortunately, it's empty. "No, Hydra did. They didn't teach their agents not to try to fight me." To Barton's question, he says "Go straight. Once you get to the first intersection, your guess is as good as mine. But you might try checking the GPS system and see if they entered a destination." Secret Hydra Base 227 theta.

***

"I've got the quinjets location marked… though I'm sure May remembers just fine." Oracle is panning the camera as she speaks. "This is going to take a few minutes to get through." The redhead in the Clocktower starts searching the databases on the console and crossreferencing that information with external systems she has access to. "I don't want to ping on HYDRAS systems again this week, if I can avoid it."

***

Melinda May gets the truck started, and they're underway with only one lurching gear change and a hastily powered-off radio. What? Second gear is always a bastard, and country music only acceptable during very specific occasions. "Keep me appraised." She'll be here, fighting this truck's alignment problem. Friggin' Hydra, can't even properly maintain their vehicles.

***

*griiind*
As the truck lurches forward, Clint takes hold of a random bar on top of the trailer. "That was sorta meant as a joke," he offers. Still, hard to tell over radios! "Just warn me if you go under any overpasses at 55. Assuming we can get this thing to go that fast." He'll be watching for anything following; cars, bikes, helos… other Quins…

***

"Ten minutes till it's stripped bare." Midnighter comments, glancing at the quinjet before pulling the trailer door closed. He walks back toward the cannister holding the goop, putting a hand out to steady himself as May proves she should stick to flying. "So, what are they planning to grow in there? Or if they already did, where is it?"

***

"Transported, I would say, not grown in there." the search results Oracle is getting are ambiguous "It looks like HYDRA are playing around with meta humans with enhanced magical abilities. This chamber was transporting one." Frowning, the wheel chair bound woman pulls up the video footage that had been recorded and watches as something malfunctions and the being in the tank gets away. "Well that explains the mess in the back… it got out, something went wrong, and when it did, it took one of their people with it."

***

Melinda May says, "So whoever they were transporting is loose?" Back near the quinjet? CRAP. Likely scared or angry, disorented, and without a doubt dangerous. "Oracle, I'm pulling the truck over as soon as you've pulled all the data you need." She's counting this thing as no longer useful at that point, and she really doesn't want to leave the quinjet unattended for too long."

***

"I didn't see anything outta place, though." And if anyone would have spotted it, Hawkeye would have. He's still crouched on top of the trailer, though he is facing towards the back now, watching for … who knows what. The fact that May translated if all for him, well… he's grateful. "So we have something around and we have no idea what it even looks like. That'll help in a line-up."

***

"Good for it. I just hope it has the brains left to know who the enemy is." Midnighter looks around the trailer frowning. "I want a sample of this goop. And we really shouldn't let them get this setup back. Disable the GPS and gun it. Don't you have a base to take it to?"

***

"I've got video of them, so we know what they look like. And I'll try to track it back through the cities systems…" Oracle looks a little grim "If they know what they're doing, they'll have gone to ground pretty quickly." Oracle is copying the data from the computer system to her server farm "Nearly got it all, May… just a minute or so longer." Midnighters comment gets a nod, and the redhead access the onboard management system and disables the GPS "GPS is disabled, Midnighter."

***

"Acknowledged, Oracle. Barton, Midnighter, be ready. I'm going to scuttle this thing." Or, make it look like it went off the road because of the wintry conditions. And she can do it convincingly, too. She knows how. Coulson taught her.

***

Okay… and Barton heads to the back of the trailer, looking forward as if he can see May within the cab, giving the signal by hand. "Okay. Give us a countdown, and find some nice soft rocks, rather than those bigger boulders that are coming up." Or the gravel of the side of the road. Or those frozen, bare punji-stick-shaped bushes that often line a road for 'landscaping'.

***

"You know those cameras Oracle is looking through?" Midnighter asks. "Are you really assuming Hydra wasn't using them for the same purpose? I'd bet they already know we've got their truck and saw everything up to the moment she took them over. In which case, you're destroying all this tech for nothing instead of taking it to study."

***

The data transfer completes and Oracle runs an integrity check to ensure that she's got it all. "Data transfer complete. Midnighters' right… and they would have seen the being they were transporting escape as well." She's ambivalent, on what they decide. Checking the video feeds of the area she identifies nothing incoming "I'm not seeing anything coming at you on the roads. Airspace is a little more difficult to monitor."

***

"All right." May accepts their arguments for not just trashing the 18-wheeler and pulls the thing over onto the side of the road. She's glad enough to get away from it either way, as the cab reeks just a bit of blood. "Oracle, can you tell if any of the hardware here should be salvaged to study? If not, we're leaving it all." Because, really. There's no point in lugging around hardware that isn't anything spectacular.

***

Clint's perched on the back of the truck as it slows, and his gaze hits the air. "What? You can't tap into Gotham ATC?" He's teasing, of course. Mostly. Okay. Only a little. "As long as you pulled the data, I think we're golden, unless we want to dust for prints." That's most likely a 'no go'.

Jumping down off the back, Clint clears the trailer and jogs around towards the front. "I can torch it." It's an offer on the table, anyway!

***

Midnighter waits for Oracle's assessment before making a decision. If it's nothing amazing, then there's no reason to steal it, after all. "If we don't need it, then yes, we torch it. No reason to let them get it back. Or for someone else to come and steal it and find something they didn't bargain for."

***

Barton has Oracles eyes rolling "Of course, HYDRA post their flight plans with the ATC" not to mention the use of drones and the like. "The only thing of interest in that trailer now is the chamber which appears to be a slightly modified cryo chamber. The plans for it were in the data I downloaded." Oracle has them displayed on the screen in front of her "If you've got a sample of the goo, I think we're right to go…"

***

Melinda May looks to Midnighter to see if he's pulled a sample of the goo. If he has, she backs off a safe distance to let Barton torch the truck. If not, she'll climb up into the trailer and get the sample herself. Hopefully this guy's got more presence of mind than she's afraid he does. "When you're ready, Barton."

***

Clint grins at the dry, sarcastic sound of Oracle's voice. "You never know. Could be logged under Schmidt comma Johann or something stupid." Lord knows he's checked into hotels with dumb names.

"Incoming!" There's an explosive, incindiary arrow that is pulled, and in a single motion, nocks, pulls and looses the arrow, aiming for a properly vulnerable spot that he knows will make the thing go up. "I think we're good here."

***

Yes, samples of the goo. Midnighter's already said he wants som. Problem is, he doesn't carry around vials. They break. Still, it's a mini lab so there's got to be something and he ransacks the trailer till he finds something waterproof. "Taken care of." he assures them. Which is followed by the sound of a couple thumps in greater volume followed by a cracking sound as he shatters the chamber and takes a sample from what's pouring out onto the floor. After that, he opens the trailer doors and jumps out to watch Barton torch the thing. "A Bic would have been cheaper."

***

"I trust you're all clear" Oracle hears Clints call to the others. "Would you like me to arrange a lift back to the Quinjet?" The data she's collected is slowly being examined and collated and she'll share the results with May, and maybe Midnighter, once it's all done.

***

Melinda May does a quick mental calculation, figuring they're not more than five miles from the quinjet. She has no qualms about hiking that far back. "I'm fine. Barton?" If he's gonna whinge — yes, whinge — about it, then she'll accept a lift back.

***

"Yeah, but nowhere near as satisfying. Really. And do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Bic that doesn't have a safety?" Clint walks towards May and pauses far enough away from the burning truck just to be safe.

Pfft? Five miles? Hawkeye can actually run that. The concussion isn't quite as concussed, and the bruises elsewhere are now pretty much a memory. "Nah. All good here, too. Besides, if we hoof it, we can keep an eye out for anything that isn't right."

***

Five miles is nothing and Midnighter doesn't care much one way or another. "Whatever." he says as he watches the truck burn. "Does your plane have defense systems? It'll be amusing to see some of Gotham's finest trying to take it apart. Course, Hydra could be there first."

***

Oracle nods "Alright then. Transmitting a visual of what got out of that trailer to your phones." The redhead sits back and watches the data she's downloaded flicker across her screens. She'll go dark now unless the team on the ground requires more assistance.

***

Melinda May nods to Midnighter then looks to Barton as she turns away from the burning truck. A nice quick jog back to the quinjet, no problem. "Thanks, Oracle." And then she's off at a comfortably fast jog.

***

Clint takes the opportunity to look at his phone and winces. "Oh… joy. Okay. Not meeting that in a dark alley." He sets his phone back into his pocket and shouts, "Oh hey…" before he starts his jog to pace May.

"Nah. No one'll touch it. It's got its own defensive systems." What those are, he won't tell. They're sekrit! Codes to get into the open bay door are set, and that's just the beginning. "Home in time for a drink."

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