Secret Agent Man

Summary:
February 27, 2015: Wasp runs into Flash Thompson in action.

New York City By Night

Rooftops and Alleys and More


Characters

NPCs

  • Russian Mafia

Mood Music:
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Things have never felt quite like this. It's one thing to experience the world through a haze of adrenaline and exertion, but it's another thing entire to have a super suit wrapped around you feeding you some kind of crazed endorphin cocktail and giving you a way of viewing the city that's almost like some sort of crazed kaleidoscope that twists and turns yet somehow makes sense.
In the lab it seemed fine. Just some weird black amorphous hoopadoop that slid over skin. But here, out in the field, the night sky overhead with the moon shining down… it's almost like being born again.
That's it exactly. For Flash Thompson it's another chance. It's something beyond the war, and the past. It's the new. It's a responsibility, a duty. But really, it's so damn exhilarating too. Especially as he leaps off the side of the building.
The black silhouette drops down… down down, falling and falling. The tightly bound ammo packs and the firearm over his shoulder locked in place by their space-age harness. He extends a gauntleted hand out and snares the flag pole, arresting his fall and converting that downward momentum forward. It's enough of a burst of speed that lets him keep pace with the car he's tailing. That dark sedan that he was tasked with following throughout the night. One last scheduled stop for it as it makes the right turn on 113th.
The operative known as Contingency C keeps up, lands upon the wall and climbs straight up it. He reaches the rooftop, dashing across it to reach the other side just in time to cast his gaze downwards and espy the vehicle coming to a stop. There atop that roof in the moonlight one might be able to get a decent glance at him. The man in black with the hardware and what looks like a balaclava over his head with white eyelets. He leans forward, resting his hands on the rooftop's wall, focus upon the scene before and below him.

***

Well, Wasp was on her way home from an engagement across town, by air, and yes indeed she spots the flipping flying wall crawling movements. Really at first she figured it was Spiderman, and she never had a chance to talk to him yet so she swoops in (tiny) closer for a better look.

Well that is definitely no Spiderman, but still this is interesting enough that she buzzes along bug sized but ridiculously quickly following the progress. Either it is a hero or a villain, hard to say so far. When Flash comes to a stop though Wasp hovers well out of arms reach and finally speaks up. "So are you up to no good up here, or is this something supposedly legitimate?" good question being who asked that.

***

Usually when something gets the drop on him he gets that weird sort of tingle thing, but for some reason when that tiny voice pipes up it doesn't trigger that warning. So when the man in the black suit turns his head sharply, those blank eyelets lifting up to fix on the small form of the hovering young woman, his body language actually conveys some measure of surprise.
Then his own voice lifts, somewhat resonant and curiously echoed as if modified by some subtle sound work. "Wha? Oh um, totally above board. Promise."
He darts a glance towards the car where two men have gotten out. One of them is taller than the other and seems content to lean against the hood of the dark sedan while smoking a cigarette. The smaller fellow advances into the alleyway and starts to rummage around for something.
Looking back to the heroine, Flash adds, "I know, guy in black, guns. Hard to believe. But…"
And that's the moment when the man digging around in the garbage straightens up, brandishing a metallic toolbox of some kind.
"I'll explain later," Is the last thing Flash says for the moment. It's in the next when without so much as a by your leave he plants a hand and /leaps/ off the side of the roof, dropping down quickly. He slows his descent, a hand reaching out to lightly tap the fire escape, the side of the wall, then lands with a /whumpf/ in a crouch.
The man with the box turns around, "Boris, look. I have found it." Only to suddenly gulp and choke as Flash fires a taser into the man, causing him to jerk and jump aggityaggity… and drop the toolbox.

***

May have something to do with the lack of dangerous intentions. Mostly because Wasp is so damn nice and not hostile, unless of course you were a villain. Also she is like barely half an inch tall as she hovers there now. She looks so very skeptical her tiny hands on tiny hips as you swear it is all above board.

When you leap off, well Janet follows after you. She is about to protest, then she realizes it is a Taser and she lets it slide. So far you haven't acted like a bad guy despite your guns, so she just hovers along waiting to see what else you do, or the Russians do.

***

Boris' response is almost instant, a 9mm pistol is pulled from inside his coat and with no care for his partner's well-being he starts to fire into the shadows. There's the steady crack-crack-crack of the weapon, the whack-FWEE! of the occasional ricochets. To his credit, the man in black grabs the tasered man and /yanks/ him back out of the line of fire even as he _leaps_ forward.
It's a movement almost like out of the Olympics. The whirling twist of Flash's form as he leaps over the one Russian even as he plants a foot on the wall of the alley and /propels/ himself forward straight into Boris' chest with both arms. It's a pretty nice tackle, considering.
There's a short sharp /whack!/ and then slowly Flash straightens up with both men down in as many moments. He turns and starts back over to scoop up the toolbox. It's then that he catches sight of Janet again and says, "Well, that was… different."

***

Janet surveys the scene "Well it definitely appears to be shenanigans…. also very good moves." she flits over to check out the Russians there and then flits back to you "Russian Mafia I am betting." then she flits around the toolbox looking business. "Are you Italian Mafia or some sort of special ops unit." pause "Also what is in the box?" then she flits back up out of easy reach.

***

***

Slinging the box over his shoulder, the fellow in black starts to quickly ascend, climbing straight up the side of the brownstone building. As he's grabbing a handhold he tells her sidelong when she flits near, "Thanks," for the good moves comment. Then he goes on as he grabs the lip of the building, "I umm, hope you can kind of understand how I sort of can't tell you."
It's curious, his voice has this almost ominous reverberating and alien quality to it, but his voice sounds young and strangely sincere. "I'm not with the mafia. Promise." He unslings the box and opens it for her perusal. He digs one black gloved hand into what looks like a bunch of silver and grey chips or flash drives. "Though they did tell me that it was likely at some point I'd run into a cape."
He pauses to look at her, "I mean, you're a hero right? The Wasp?"

***

Janet darts and circles for a look, though she is well out of range of you snapping the lid shut and trapping her inside it, fool her once with boxes. Then she flits back and touches down and grows rapidly, half an inch to just over five foot in a very fast blink of an eye, maybe two fast blinks. Somewhere around four foot and the wings are gone and she is just all young woman in her superhero suit. "That would indeed be me. So Mafia picking up computer technology. Interesting." she pauses "Glad to see I am finally getting a broader reputation around this town. So what are you called?"

***

Despite some of the stranger things he's seen he's still taken aback a bit by the sudden growth of the young woman before him. He turns to the side a touch and looks at her askance, then gives a small 'heh' of sound perhaps at himself and his reaction, or perhaps at her comment.
"Data drives, no idea what's on them but people smarter than me will probably be able to make something of it." He closes the box again after pocketing one of the drives, then slings it back over his shoulder, locking it in place with a small leather strap and a click. He looks back at her and at her height he still towers over her a full foot and some change. "You know, I don't really have a name yet. Or a codename. Well, one that I can share."
The shifts his weight casually to the other foot and starts to step back, "Though I'm glad you're not going to get all face punchy. If we got in a fight and I won I'd feel all bad. And if you won I'd never hear the end of it."

***

Wasp puts her hands back on her hips once more "Hey now. I am the superhero here and you have literally no idea how much of a badass I am. Why would you never hear the end of it when I won a face punchy fight huh?" not if, when, she is confident if nothing else. "Also well those guys are pretty clearly up to no good with the alley rummaging and shooting first. Still you could be a bad guy so I am going the social feeling you out route now."

***

Holding up both his hands as if to stave off any ensuing violence on her part, Flash replies, "Hey hey, I wasn't meaning it like that. More just my first night out and whammo, popped by an Avenger."
She probably can't see it, but there's a faint smile behind the mask, evident barely as just a small curve of the 'fabric' at the corner of his mouth. "And hey, I appreciate you making the social choice. Not that I should spent the night here chit-chatting, but I suppose I could pitch it as touching base with the vigilante community?" He says this as if testing out how it sounds to himself, as if not entirely sure it'll pass muster.

***

Holding up both his hands as if to stave off any ensuing violence on her part, Flash replies, "Hey hey, I wasn't meaning it like that. More just my first night out and whammo, popped by a hero."
She probably can't see it, but there's a faint smile behind the mask, evident barely as just a small curve of the 'fabric' at the corner of his mouth. "And hey, I appreciate you making the social choice. Not that I should spent the night here chit-chatting, but I suppose I could pitch it as touching base with the vigilante community?" He says this as if testing out how it sounds to himself, as if not entirely sure it'll pass muster.

***

Okay that gets a good natured laugh out of Wasp "Well okay.. first night and first mission. They don't have you wired up for remote surveillance on your mission?" she looks around suspiciously there and then back to you. "Probably best to pitch it as being social to avoid a pitched battle.. high speed chase.. risk to the objective… that sort of thing. So how long you been with the military?"

***

"Hey, why not ask me my mom's maiden name and my social security number? My first dog was Rex." Alright, so Flash might be a little flippant, but he's still pretty new to this heroic banter thing and being face to face with another heroish sort can be a little off-balancing.
He steps back and to the side, taking a small hop to perch upon the edge of the building, for some reason feeling entirely natural to be balanced there precisely on its lip. "I mean how would you feel if I asked you how long you'd been with, umm, you know. The fashionable beautiful people."

***

Well Wasp was trying to off balance him a smidge there, also she is like Sherlock Holmes in this current roof top ensemble. "Rex, I am sure he was a very nice dog. Also pretty much since I was a teenager. I even have several clothing lines I've designed and multiple superheroes wear costumes I made for them." she smiles impishly "Also don't sweat it. It is the way you talk about classified stuff and worry about your mission. You kind of just ooze military not superspy."

***

"Yeah yeah, next time I'll wear a tuxedo to throw you off the scent." Though, to be fair, she is rather making him a bit uncomfortable. You never know with super types what sort of sensory things they have. Best to be safe.
Then he ever so subtly tries to shift the topic, "But if you come up with a good name for me I'll think it over. Better than having you holler 'Hey You' after me." He plants a hand and almost effortlessly uncurls into a smooth cartwheel that sends him over the side of the building, his form precise and controlled. But he doesn't fall, instead he hangs there over the edge as if making ready to depart, "You can write poems in your diary about the mysterious man in black and then share them if we should ever run into each other again."

***

The Wasp there face palms "Okay… that was really bad banter. You need to really work on it. I mean.. my diary. Really. Why do you even think I have a diary or would write poetry." she just shakes her head lightly. "Seriously. Probably Solider something… I mean you have an outfit and seem acrobatic.. but what are your powers exactly?" She shrinks and flits around in front of you as you hang, face level.

***

Behind his mask his eyes cross as he tries to focus fully on the tiny Wasp that hovers in front of him. He /leaps/ backwards, flipping end over end to snare the opposite building with one hand and then starts to break into a run along the side of the brick wall, one hand extended as if to help him balance as he moves.
Yet she's able to keep up with him if she so chooses and as he runs he turns his head just enough to address her. "See, now you've gone and hurt my feelings. I thought that was great banter. I was going to build a theme around it. But now I'm all self-conscious." Though he might be fibbing just a touch as the tone to his voice… despite being all echoey and alien, is amused. "Here, why don't you ask me something else? Like… my favorite baseball team? The Mets, fyi."

***

Janet flies along, I mean she can zip at an easy 40mph so this isn't too hard. "It was bad soldier boy. The Mets… well you're a native whose dad took him to his first ballgame to see the Mets then." she grins sidelong "Seriously I asked about your powers to try to get a good name going for you. Soldier Sticks to Walls and Runs Fast and Flips Acrobatically just doesn't roll off the tongue. You kind of remind me of Spidey."

***

There's a pause as he crosses the distance between two buildings. Just a moment of vague silence between them while he reflects on what she says. He then crosses the way with a running leap, swirling around a flag pole and then leaping off it as he drops down into a nearby alleyway. He lands with barely a sound tucked into a crouch, then smoothly rises to his full height.
It's then that he turns to look at her and opens a hand with a small gesture, "Spidey's a good guy, way worse people to be compared to." And curiously enough there's actual admiration in his tone for the wall crawler.

***

Janet doesn't find it that odd really. She follows you along now. "Spiderman seems to be upright, young, bit reckless, but upright yes. Pretty much if you are a superhero you should just go with the opposite of whatever is in the Bugle. I swear Jamison is psychotic… and I know him… charity functions I swear."

***

"Seriously," She can probably hear the animation that enters his voice. "Jamison has it out for Spider-Man for some reason. The man's a freak, totally blind that Spidey's just tryin'…" Of course that's the moment when Flash perhaps realizes he's about to engage a little too easily and openly with Janet, so abruptly he clams up.
"I mean, yeah. He's not my favorite person." That having been said he faces Janet directly, folding his arms over his chest as he peers at her. "Look, Wasp. I kind of need to head back and check in. I can't really have you tagging along, but I'm really not inclined to try and make you stop following me. I mean sure I could totally take you and all. But just would be best if you didn't show up where I was heading. So what can I do to convince you to let me do my thing?"

***

Janet laughs and twirls down to land and grow to full size, she fishes out a card case and then offers you a card. "Sure if you call me sometime. We can work on your name and your costume." she indicates it "It could use some tweaking… seriously." she waits for you to take the card then steps back and shrinks flitting back up "See you later Soldier boy."

***

As Janet flits upwards, Flash stands there for a time looking upwards, his thoughts drifting away with the young woman. He then lifts up the card to eyeball it some and heaves a small 'hnh' of sound as if contemplating all that was said. He flicks the business card once with a black-clad fingertip and then casually pockets it in one of his ammo pouches.
Turning he starts back down the alleyway and touches a fingertip to his ear as he says, "One for extraction. Heading to rendezvous." And with that Contingency C breaks into a run down the alleyway.

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