Flashing Wolf Cub

Summary:
March 1, 2015: Wolf Cub and Hardwire investigate a very fast anomaly

New York City


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« Remember Coropral Thompson, try not to wear the suit longer than a few hours at a time. And under no condition more than 48 hours. »

The words echoed through the young man's thoughts even as he was dashing across the rooftop, the moonlight shining down through that haze of low-hanging clouds that threaten rain with each passing moment. To a passerby he'd be little more than a shadow dashing against the skyline of the city, an occasional moment of darkness that blocks out a star here or there. Were one to look closer they might even see the small white highlights of the special ops 'uniform' that he wears.

« Try to keep your focus, to keep calm. Don't push yourself. » More words of advice from the men in white coats back at the base of operations. Words easy for them to say, but bet they never felt like this.

It was the exhiliration, the adrenaline, the rushing and feeling of speed. Ever since he was a child he loved the simple act of running. When he thought he'd never get to do it again it was heart-rending. But now, tonight, the wind rushing past him and the feeling of strength in his newly formed limbs. It was all too wonderful for a guy like Flash Thompson.

Planting one hand upon the lip of the building and effortlessly /leaping/ off and over the side, he twirls in the air and falls… falls falls. Straight down into the valley between the buildings. The wind grows to a roar, the ground rushes up, windows of the skyscrapers dash by. To himself he thinks, 'wish I could see this without the goggles…' Only for the next instant those goggles slide back letting him witness the descent with his own eyes.

He laughs, one hand reaching out to catch the flagpole as it flashes by. His newly strengthened limbs tense, pulls, and smoothly he flips up and around to land in a crouch upon it. 'That should've torn my arm out of its socket… wow.'

The goggles slide back into place, reforming over his features silently. It's then that for the first time in a long while, Flash Thompson smiles.

***

Lydia has been putting in some long hours at Rescue Inc. So have a lot of the staff. Especially Nicholas. Too often, it's the pair of them working late into the night and while Nicholas doesn't remember to eat all too often, Lydia has a reminder set. So, when it went off, she snagged Nicholas by the ear to drag him out and off to find something to eat.

Lydia's dressed casually, given that she didn't need to meet with any sort of clients. Her coat is pulled around close against the Winter chill as she and the tall werewolf walk along. Of course, the latter is getting Looks. "So what do you feel like eating?"

***

Nicholas Gleason, aka Wolf Cub, is slightly damp because he just got out of the shower about twenty minutes ago. His fur is singed in places from weapons fire - there'd been a call today - and he's a bit on the tired side, though not so much that he'd protested too much about coming out with Lydia when she'd insisted on doing so. He's still not real clear why though. His ears flick this way and that, expressive and quite mobile, as he listens to the night sounds.

"Well…" Nicholas is dressed rather casually. Jeans, boots, tee shirt and a light coat. The fur keeps most of the chill at bay. And he's used to the looks. Even if they're annoying sometimes. "I could go for some diner food, if we can find one that's not horribly busy."

***

And it's then in that moment that there's a rush of displaced air, a humming /fwoosh/ of movement as a quartet of hurtling objects dart from one sidestreet onto the main street that the young couple walks. At first glance the objects that cause the noise might have been dismissed in solitary. They have the silhouettes of drones, directed thrust, multiple motors. Yet moving together in precise formation and making short turns seemingly in sharp 90 degree angles, there is something menacing about them. Then if one were to look closer… they might even see the firearms that are carried like murderous cargo on the bottom of them.
As quickly as they come they're gone, hurtling down the street and suddenly gaining altitude as they seem to all be moving upwards… towards a rooftop some distance away.

***

"Diner food? You have a particular love of grease?" Lydia teases, clearly amused. The blonde pauses at the sound, and her head turns to look for the source. It's actually a sound she's rather famiilar with. But not here. It's not a sound that should be common here. Yet.

Lydia spots the drones and her head turns as she tracks their path. "That's odd." She says in a tone that more says 'that's not right'. Her blue-grey gaze rises along with the drones, up and up and up.

***

"What?" Nicholas looks up, his ears perked and alert and sniffs the air. It's an odd habit but when one can smell as well as a wolf, one makes use of it. "There's… something went that way." He says pointing, glancing down at the blonde. He heard something as well though he's far less certain what it is. "You've got a look on you…"

***

Down the street in the direction of the drones, it might be just enough that they'll see a figure /leap/ across the street from one tall rooftop to the next, landing heavily upon the edge of an apartment building's roof and then out of sight as it continues its dash across. Yet that figure doesn't have the angle to see the rise of those drones that are now tailing it.
The quartet of automated vehicles split into a spread attack pattern and follow after the figure. They slip from view as well from those on the street. But then a curious sound might reach the ears of one whose senses are stronger than a normal human's. The telltale /fft-fft-fft/ of sound suppressed firearms combined with the occasional /FFT-PEW-FWEE!/ of a ricochet.
A moment later another weapon joins the cacophony, this one not as quiet as it barks in reply.

***

Lydia glances over to the werewolf. "You don't have drones that patrol your streets." She says. Which implies that perhaps, where she's from they do. She hasn't told him much. About where she's from. About what her nebulous 'mission' is. The drones are beyond the range of her senses now, the darkness and bright lights making it impossible for her to pick out the small shapes.

***

"No we do-" The gunfire starts and Nicholas first instinct is to flatten himself against the wall and tug Lydia with him. It's a moment before he realizes that none of the gunfire is aimed at them. "That can't be good." Not at all. Not one bit… "Dinner might have to wait."

Nicholas can think of a few organizations that might use drones in that manner and none of them are good. Whatever's going on over there is shady at best and very bad at worst. "Come on." With that he breaks into a run and starts to move in that direction.

***

The sounds continue, and from high above one of those drones suddenly comes back into view. The engine on its side is spitting sparks and it's twirling through the air as it swirls and swirls, falling and falling until it /slams/ into a parked car's windshield shattering it and crumpling heavily. A faintly silverish liquid pours from the side of it and abruptly ignites with a /FWOOSH!/ that threatens to send up the other cars nearby as well.
Meanwhile above the sound of the suppressed gunfire is still heard. From the right angle an observer might be able to see that initial quartet was joined by another, seven hovering vehicles swirling like angry hornets around that apartment building's rooftop, exchanging fire with the lone man in black upon it.

***

Lydia breaks into a run after Nicholas. He pulls ahead, given his longer stride and y'know. Wolf. But she keeps up after him, arriving just in time to have to dive to the side as the drone hits and goes kersplodey. "Careful. I'm betting that their fuel supply is highly flammable." Interesting choice, over a battery. Of course she can't be sure that's what it was without.. « Try to get me one intact enough to examine. » Lydia's voice is getting all too familiar in Nicholas' head.

***

«I'll see about that.» Nick's got no idea if he's doing it right. Thinking at Lydia like that. But he starts to climb up the nearby fire escape, avoiding the burning drone, peering up, ears flicking now as gunfire trades back and forth. Don't shoot the werewolf. Don't shoot the werewolf.

When he's close to the top he waits for one to hover close ish to the edge… and then takes a flying leap, claws out.

***

There's a satisfying crackle and crunch as Wolf Cub makes that leap and lands right square on the back of the drone. It whirls, motors complaining with petulant metallic shrieks as it drops and drops with the added weight. It's a good angle for him to see the swirling melee above with the gunman taking shots at one drone, then another. He dives, rolls. And that's the moment when one of the drones hovering off to the side snaps open its rocket tubes…
Suddenly, like an image out of a Summer blockbuster trailer, the night becomes day as the rooftop explodes in a /WHOOMPF!/ of rushing flame, brightening the night enough that those below can see the black silhouette of the gunman _leaping_ off of the roof at the last moment and falling straight down towards the street.
he man hits the ground, rolling, still holding onto the pistol and SMG in his hands. He quickly moves to take cover even as his voice lifts to hurl a few words at those nearby. "Get clear, get out of here!" There's something about his voice, it reverberates, overly-resonant like something alien.
And even as the flames retreat, the rooftop still gleaming from the flames that have yet to die out above, the remaining five drones whirl into view, darting downwards towards the street with their turreted weapons firing with those short suppressed guncracks.
Footsteps crunch gravel as Contingency C a.k.a. Flash Thompson darts from cover taking a few shots to try and cover Wolf Cub's descent.

***

Getting shot is not on Lydia's to-do list tonight. She ducks for cover, sliding out of sight for a moment and manifests her astral aura. Her skin goes greyish, and then silvery metal pours out of her skin, flowing over her clothes and sheathing her in ajointless, seamless second skin. Her face is featurelss, which works to hide her identity as she steps back out into sight.

As the drones lower, one of Lydia's hands drops down to the side, a handle forming in her fist and a long, thin tail of silver extending from that. She lashes out with it, and the tail of the whip lengthens, reaching for the drone to try to tangle it up and grab it.

***

Wolf Cub isn't about to question the man. He rips at the drone's flight system and then skips the fire escape to just slide down the side of the building using his claws as a break. That may hurt in the morning possibly. When he hits the ground and sees the silvery figure his instincts kick in and he rears the drone back to lash out at… whatever that is.

***

The focus of the drones seems to be the man in black. So when the silver figure lashes out with that coiled whip it snarls around it cleanly. She's able to draw back and the whip fouls one of the engine intakes, causing the drone to sputter and spark then drop to the pavement with a /whack!/ as it collapses. Immobile for the moment, it tries to swing its weapons around, seeking to take aim at whatever is attacking it, the barrels barking with those short suppressed bursts.
A triple shot from the SMG slams into the belly of one of the other drones, reducing their numbers further. Yet it's then that Flash espies Wolf Cub lashing out. He lifts that resonant voice, "Hey, look out!" Reaching or gesturing ineffectually with one hand only for a short burst from a nearby robotic attacker to slam hard into his chest. The force of the strike sends him rolling backwards, a small flash of blood and black fabric is seen as he winces with a loud, /OOF!/.
Yet with their main target suppressed for the moment it allows the three last fully functional drones to swirl, turning their weapons on… these other two attackers?

***

Wolf Cub's body locks up as he's about to attack the silvery figure. Well, it doesn't lock up, it just won't follow through on the attack. He's close enough now he might pick up the familiar metallic scent he's only caught faintly before. It wasn't from the computers she's worked on, or soldering, or any of that. It's just her.

The 'whip' thickens as it snares the drone, crushing it as it drops and really acting more like a tentacle than a whip. The tip splits, moving in a sinuous sort of motion to rip the weapons bay from the rest of the drone before sliding back away, reforming into that slim, short whip.

The featureless silver figure turns towards the other drones, her other hand curling into a fist and another whip forming there, the tail a spill of silvery cord about her feet.

***

Wolf Cub grabs the wreckage of the one the one that… er… Lydia just dealt with. They'll have to talk about that. He swings it around in an arc like a discus thrower and hurls it into the next nearest drone with a force that's really rather impressive. Not human, certianly but then he doesn't really look it, does he?

***

A movement that would almost do Captain America credit, the drone whirs through the air and /KERPANGS!/ off the side of another, sending it skittering through the air to collide with a nearby brickwall and take a nosedive straight down into the ground. It collapses with a plastic klonk before bursting into another bout of flames.
Unmindful of the attrition to their robotic comrades, the remaining two drones turn and start firing, sending bullets kicking up asphalt chunks as their dual firearms fire round after round at them.
Yet with their attention shifted to the other two, it gives Flash a momentary opening. He rises, wincing behind the black balaclava-like mask, the automatic pistol in his hand bucking as it fires, sending armor-piercing bullets into the superstructure of one of the two last drones and causing it to crumple to the street.

***

Lydia's armored coating is equivilent to steel, but she doesn't want to take any chances on what kind of ordinance the drones are carrying. She ducks out of the way as the rounds stitch a pattern up the road, pushing into a roll that ends in a half-heeling position. Her arms drop out to the side, the tails of those whips moving like living things and then she lashes out at the last of the drones, the six-foot length stretching out, reaching for it's target.

***

Nicholas jumps upward, hanging on to the bottom of the fire escpae and then kicking off the nearby wall to launch himself out of the way of the gunfire. He rolls to his feet quickly ready too… oh… Lydia seems to have this handled. Lydia and the odd masked man with the gun.

***

The man in black's already trying to fire at that last drone, but the hammer of his pistol clicks against an empty chamber. He grimaces, throwing the weapon away as he reaches for another…
But Lydia's strike with the lash of her whip is faster than the man in black. The serpentine silver cord slashes out curling around, grasping and then abruptly /CRUSHING/ the drone causing it to fall to the ground with another skittering crunch. And as quickly as it was chased away, the peace returns.
Yet the flames nearby continue flickering. Flash slings his other firearm over his shoulder. The white eyelets of his mask shift between one and then the other of them, then his eerie voice lifts, "Hello fellow, Heroes?" He asks, then winces as the fire abruptly flares, holding up a hand as if to shield himself. "Either of you got a fire extinguisher?"

***

Lydia steps over to the crushed drone, fingers lengthening into claw-like tips so she can work on getting the electronic guts free of the thing. Then the featureless silver face tips up to look at the black-clad man. "First responders are on their way. They were clearly after you." She'll try to look pieces of the other drones as well before they leave, since the trauma done to them has likely damanged some of the information. She's hoping she can piece things together with multiple sources.

***

"Left it in my other pants." Nicholas says dryly as he walks up, glancing between Armored Lydia and Man in Black curiously. Seriously. He went to 'that school' and he hasn't seen this many costumes in some time. "What was that all about?"

***

"No idea," The alien voice responds to Nicholas' question, yet the accent behind it is almost like… is this guy from Queens? "No reason they should've been after me." He says this matter-of-factly but then the hesitation afterwards might give the impression his thoughts might have come up with something.
Then something catches his eye sidelong and he jogs in that direction. "The Lexus Q70 though… the deluxe class comes with…" He reaches the trunk and slides a hand over the surface of it, then underneath it. Abruptly he /yanks/ and suddenly the trunk tears open. He reaches inside and comes out with a pair of foot long compact extinguisher. "And mom said that subscription to Car and Driver would never pay off."
With that said he tosses one of the extinguishers towards the duo before he steps towards the burning car and activates his own.

***

Lydia gives Nicholas the slight mental nudge to catch the extinguisher as she works on collecting the memories of the drones. As the black-clad figure works on putting out the fire, it gives her a good chance to get a look at him. She works on taking in and identifying the weapons, trying to mentally tag his gear to get more information about him.

***

Nicholas winces a bit at the rip, expecting the car's alarm to go off… and is quite thankful when it doesn't. At Lydia's urging he catches the extingiuisher and goes to work on it, keeping one eye on the silvery figure as she works and glancing back occasionally at the Man in Black. "Do you know who or what they were, then?" If he doesn't think there's a reason they should have been after him that might mean he knows a bit about them.

***

A person of her expertise would be able to get a decent cursory read on the drones. The framework of them seems to be primarily similar to the Chinese Quanhua FG55, but someone's done a lot of work on them. The engines have been upgraded and replaced, the weaponry, and the power source. It's almost like someone took the best pieces they could from what was available and then threw in some tech they might have found from the Baxter Building. There's definitely a story there, a story that'll take hours of examination to unfold.
As for the man in black standing side by side with Nicholas as the two work systematically to put out the fire, well at first glance there's not much to remark on. In the media, in popular culture, the black clad special ops individual is an almost ubiquitous image from nation to nation. The weapon harness, the heavy boots, the balaclava, the multiple firearms, the ammo packs. It all screams military or SWAT. But upon a closer look those firearms are similar to more common ones but an expert would see that an attachment on the SMG isn't easily pinned down as to what it is exactly. And those plastic/kevlar bits of armor upon his torso, his shoulders, they're not quite kevlar.
But the main thing that might set one on edge is that voice, like an electronically modified thing but somehow otherworldly. "I appreciate the assist, guys." There's that slight accent. "But I'm not even sure if I should be talking to you people."
The fire dies down and he tosses the empty canister aside.

***

Lydia comes up beside the other two after having taken some time to inspect the drones and taken what's salvageable or that she can get samples of. "'You people'?" Lydia asks, any expression masked by the silver liquid-metal she's coated in.

***

Queens accent is pretty common. It's not like Nick can place it beyond that. He does peer over curiously at the masked man though, quietly amused. "Not many of 'my people' running around." Fur. Fangs. Ears. Not super common, no.

***

Holding up his hands as if to stave off any aggression, Flash responds, "Hey, I mean capes." At the corner of where his mouth would be there's a small twitch as he steps back, "You know, some of my best friends are vigilantes."
He looks to the side as the red and blue lights of approaching emergency vehicles appear down the way. He gestures with an open hand towards them and adds, "And I am pretty sure I shouldn't have a pow-wow with the police about this. I mean it'd turn out alright, just long. Really long, and awkward and unpleasant for everyone." Another step back is taken.

***

Lydia has seen enough of what he has, and what he's wearing, to figure out he's likely got… connections. The masked man's statement just makes that assumption even more likely. Her hand dips, and there's the ring of struck metal as something bright and shiny flips towards him. It looks like a slug. Smooth metal, about quarter-sized. She brings her hand up, forefinger pressing against her lips in a 'shhhhh' manner.

***

Oh that. Nick isn't a super hero. He's a medical professional. Who once trained to be a- it's complicated, okay? "Well no one here wants that, really." The brown fuzzy man rumbles. The werewolf quirks an eyebrow as Lydia offers out that little disk of metal. « You're going to- » He cuts off mentally, still watching, glancing between Lydia and the other man.

***

Faster than the eye can see, Flash snatches the metallic object out of the air and brandishes it between two fingers. His head tilts to the side as he looks at it from one angle, then the other. An eyebrow is cocked as he looks back towards Lydia. He flicks it up into the air so it catches the light, then pockets it before it falls.
Another step back and he holds up a hand, "But seriously, thanks for the help. Maybe I can return the favor someday." With that he turns quickly, taking two strides and then leaping up the first two stories of the building nearby, climbing up the wall the rest of the way upwards.

***

Lydia watches Flash leave, any expression masked but Nick can pick up on her… interest. She turns to him as he starts to ask her the question. « I can't establish a link quite that easily. » She admits. « But… I should be able to find him later. » Because now he's carrying a piece of her. And she can trace the thread-like tether back to that piece whenever she wants to. Then she turns to disappear herself. Well, at lest to find a place out of sight so she can revert back to normal without drawing attention.

***

Nicholas walks over to stand by Lydia. He knows what Flash was just given. So they're likely to see the man again. Very likely. « I see. » There's a level of… confusion to that. Still unsure what he's doing, wanting to warn the man about what he could be getting into and at the same time not really trusting government agents. Comes of having schooled where he did. They take 'healthy distrust' to a whole new level there. Granted they're often quite justified. "What did you find out from the drones?" That he asks out loud. "And… are we still getting dinner?"


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