A Werewolf in Central Park

Summary:
March 03 2015: The Fox and Zee meet a Syndicate enforcer in Central Park. It goes poorly

Central Park

Central Park is normally nicer than to host contract killers. Not tonight, apparently.


Characters

NPCs

  • Contract Killers
  • Lucian the Werewolf

Mood Music:
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The world is full of strange coincidences. One of them is happening tonight. The Fox doesn't often leave Gotham. That's the city he protects. But sometimes protecting it means poking at something beyond it's borders, which is what he's doing tonight. A contact in the Silver Syndicate asked to meet. In New York. Central Park, to be specific.

Most know the Syndicate as a regional criminal organization. Most don't know that it's run by werewolves. Most of the folks in it are just normal, but all the higher ups and most of the enforcers? Werewolves. All of them. And like all criminals, some of them talk. Tonight, one wants to talk to Kane about things happening that he didn't feel comfortable discussing anywhere in the limits of the city he too normally calls home. Which is odd enough that Gotham's resident druid has come out to play.

The man himself is dressed in a concealing linen and leather suit, with a hood, cloak and a fox masquerade mask. He's armed, as well. Sword, kamas, crossbow, shotgun, with the ever present badolier of puprple crystals across his chest.

***

spearhead is, as usuall, keeping to the shadowy alleys, keeping watch over streets and moveing from block to block in ways that keep him out of sight for the most part, he is watching, he has nothing better to do, so he is just watching, hopeing for something to happen that he can stick his nose in.

***

Further into the park where two paths cross there tend to be scenic stone overpasses. Beneath at this time of night it's little more than shadows and cement with any footsteps that pass through that tunnel echoing off the curved walls. In times past those small walkthroughs were often the scene of violent crimes and mayhem, and often in movies or television they were depicted clearly as such. Yet now in these days where the vigilante is a more common thing, those beautiful stonework bridges and tunnels have less menace to them.
Yet they do offer a decent place for one of those aforementioned vigilantes to perch and watch some distance away towards the duck pond. Legs bent into a crouch, fingers curled around the railing, and with white eyelets considering the distant scene, the fellow known as Flash Thompson to his friends remains mostly motionless. Against the backdrop of street lamps and the occasional passing car he is barely illuminated at times. His dark silhouette is occasionally limned by those brief touches of light but with the aid of the 'nanosuit' he wears he seems able to see rather clearly.
Quietly, to himself, he murmurs. "Harlem to Central Park in two minutes, not bad."

***

Zatanna Zatara likes the company of The Fox and thought she might accompany him on his patrol in Gotham tonight. Concentrating on him, she's teleported to his location and arrives just beside him with a soft 'pop' sound. Looking around, she's momentarily taken by surprise by the location "New York, Fox? This is new."

She's dressed in figure hugging jeans, knee high high heel boots and a warm jacket, a diamond encrusted collar around her neck. Looking over at The Fox, she frowns slightly but waits for him to speak.

***

"Hello Zee. Meeting a contact. Wouldn't meet in Gotham." The Fox replies low as they approach a hulking figure that turns out, indeed, to be a werewolf, fully transformed.

"Fox." He rumbles.

"Lucian." The Fox greets. "Alright we're here. What was so important and scarey we couldn't do this in Gotham?"

"You vouch for your friend?" Lucian looks at Zee. The Fox nods.

At the edges of the park, too far away for Kane, Lucian or Zee to notice, but in view of Eugene and Spearhead, several shadowy figures begin to move in. Weapons glint in the cold light of the moon. The men are armed.

***

Spearhead notices the gunmen, "Well, looks like I'm not the only guy around here who's packing…" as they pass, he moves to get behind the trailing man to take him out silently with a dissarm and simultaneous choke hold, and dragging him into an alley.

***

Wearing the suit is still a somewhat new experience for him. To Flash it's still a marvel to feel these legs as his own, let alone the occasional cavalcade of extra senses that strive for his attention. He lifts his head slightly, catching snatches of distant conversation, curious conversation that seems intent. Then in the slightly lessened dark made all the lighter by the white eyelets of his balaclava, he espies the passage of what look like mere shapes cutting through the brush and in the general direction of the voices.
Flipping forward and landing in a splay-fingered crouch, Contingency C starts to move forward as well, moving parallel to the farthest man's advance. Shadowing, but not interfering. At least not yet.

***

Zee nods to Lucian. "Zatanna Zatara, Zee to my friends." She greets the hulking figure "What's up with Gotham, that you wouldn't meet there?" The young magician cants her head.

***

Spearhead disables his man with minimum fuss. He's a professional. Hitman, by the looks of him. Well financed and out here on a job. These kinds don't kick the door down and go guns a-blazin. These are the kinds you rarely hear about because their kills are clean.

Unless they're paid to send a message.

"The Macoute." He means the Ton Ton Macoute, Hatian sorcerors and criminals. Also big in the area in the drugs and artifacts trade. "They're planning something. We overheard them talking with someone they called the great Sn-"

That's as far as he gets. His ears perk as he hears the clack of an action working and he goes for ground. The moment the Fox sees that he grabs Zee and dives for cover as well. "Earthsong and starfire!" He snarls. You wouldn't think words like that could seem angry but…

The Fox dips into his pack and pulls out a charm and crushes it into his hand. Zee's feels power wash over her and feels her skin go rough and pebbly. And, incidentally, bulletproof.

***

Spearhead notices how well suited these men were for whatever they are planning, and he doesn't like the looks of it. Being in the Special forces, he picks out the gist of their mission, and it doesn't seem like this will go as easilly. Spearhead draws out a silenced PDW, he takes aim at a few heads, about 3 in quick succesion and fires at each, wasteing no time of the element of surprise, which will most likely prove essential.

***

There was no tell-tale sound to give away the man in black's approach. No hint of his appearance even as that one man worked the action of his weapon and then took aim. The first hint he wasn't alone was the cold chill of a pistol's barrel lightly tapping the side of his brow and then this alien voice over his shoulder. It's a voice that reverberates, resonantes, almost guttural but with a Queens accent. "Drop it. Your friends won't be able to save you quick enough."
When the gunman lowers the gun and affixes the man in the black tactical suit with the first hint of a puzzled look there's a sudden whack-whumpf! as the gunbutt clocks him in the side of the head and drops him to the ground. Two fingers measure the man's pulse even as Flash crouches above him, gauging the situation and the movement of the other men.

***

Zee is taken to cover, landing heavily as the Fox takes her and yes, she feels the effect of the charm. "Whilst I wouldn't normally complain at you man-handling me, Fox… you really should ask first…." The young magician starts to sit up and gather herself. "Thank you… but you should have used it on yourself…"

***

"I'm planning on using this on myself." Another charm is crushed and suddenly around the Fox a quartet of ghostly wolves appears and charges the gunmen. There were about a dozen. Somewhat less now as Spearhead and Eugene have taken out a few. The masked man himself rises and lets loose with his crossbow. The bolt is odd, ending not in a tip but in blunt bulb of crystal which shatters on impact with an explosive boom that hurls the target to the ground. Then the shotgun comes out. Rather than, you know bullets, lightning lances out of it to strike another down.

Then the werewolf charges. And suffice it to say he's not happy about the hit.

***

Spearhead is stopped in his tracks by the sight of the Fox's odd ordinance, and the Werewolf startles him, not because it's a werewolf, but because, of the speed at which it is on the gunmen, Spearhead decides to take out a a few more of whats left, though theres probably just enough left after for Eugene, (Who he dosn't really realize is there yet) and then scans around, seeing if they have any sniper or longrange support in the area.

***

As the night begins to light up, the man in black with the white eyelets is seen for a brief moment when that lightning crackles and fires. He looks to the side and suddenly this isn't the clear cut situation of a bunch of armed thugs closing in on an easy mark. This is werewolves and magic and lightning and power.
Turning smoothly and rolling to the side, faster than a person should be able to and farther as well, the Contingency takes cover not just from the gunmen but from the magical types as well. When it was gunsels accosting civvies it was easy to pick out who's the bad guy and who's not. This? This is confusing.

***

The Fox's lightning strike is all the Mistress of Magic requires as she takes a stand next to the masked man

~~ gnithgiL ekirtS tiH ehT rehtO srekcattA ~~

Zee hasn't bothered to change her outfit… she just wants the attack to stop, right now.

***

The werewolf definitely does make a bit of a mess of his assailant and Zee grabs the Fox's lightning strike turning the one blast into a chain lightning that knocks the others out cold. Nature taser for the win. There's a huge crack and then all is silent.

The Fox sighs and slings his bow as his wolves, ghostly, glowing things, heel. He breaks open the shotgun. One of the barrels as a purple crystal in it. The other is empty and is filled with one of the crystals in his bandolier. "Right… Snakes, you were going to say, right Lucian." He glances about. He'd heard… other guns. "We have company somewhere here…"

***

Spearhead continues to scan aroung, park benches, allyways, roof-tops, shops, apartment windows, trees and any terrain suitable for hideing, he searches it. Content(?) that there are none, he turns to the apperant targets of the gunmen, "You all right?"

***

Stepping out of cover with a heavy pistol raised and aiming in the general direction of the magical combatants, Flash looks between them and lifts his voice, the suit causing it to echo like some ominous alien entity. Which it is. "Alright, everyone calm down for a second."
The weapon isn't aimed at anyone in particular, and the barrel is lowered slightly. Perhaps more a statement of possible intent if not judgement. "So we have an Arcane Archer, a magical Vegas gal, and… _another_ werewolf?"
The hint of incredulity in Flash's voice grows. One eyebrow cocks curiously as he tilts his head just so to look at the three of them, Spearhead somewhat off to the side. "I'm not exactly part of New York's finest. But I do think an explanation might be in order."

***

Zee winces as her spell fires and the remaining assailants are grounded (pardon the pun). Holding her head up high, Zee looks at the newcomer "I am not a magical Vegas girl." Blowing out a breath, the young magician looks to The Fox "I just used the resources you gave me… you explain it."

***

The Fox, a masked man in leather and linnen looking kind of like assassin's creed meets phantom of the opera, is holding a shotgun that just shot lightning. But he's not pointing it either. "I came to meet Lucian here…" He nods at the werewolf who is peering in Eugene's direction. "Apparently they objected."

Lucian nods. "HYDRA. The Macoute just reached a deal with them."

That's news Kane hadn't wanted to hear. "Lovely…"

***

The figure in black stands there, gun still held calmly, finger off the trigger. He tilts his head to the side and then tenses his jaw slightly. That voice comes from him again, similar to the hiss and rasp of something malevolent but not fitting at all with the tone of the words given. "HYDRA, that's unpleasant. Macoute is not something that springs to mind terribly quickly." He looks at the Werewolf, "How many of you guys are there in New York, by the bye?"
The weapon lowers a bit more, these guys aren't triggering that tingle-sense of his so maybe they're on the up and up. Or at least they're not going to jump him immediately.

***

That news has Zee's eyebrows raising "Oh, just wonderful… HYDRA…" They've already tried to take her out once and abduct her another time… Lucian get's a stern look.

Turning her gaze to the newcomer, Zee smiles brightly "I'm so sorry, I must have missed your name… I'm Zee, in case you missed mine."

***

"Syndicate?" The werewolf looks over Eugene. "Or werewolves? If the first I'd rather not say. If the second, who knows? We're not common… but there are twenty million people in the city after all."

The Fox chuckles. "You can call me Fox. The Fox technically but Fox is fine." As if it weren't obvious from his mask. "HYDRA is definitely trouble. And they're everywhere these days. The Ton Ton Macoute… they're sorcerers and criminals. Also bad business."

***

That having been said, it's enough decent conversation for Flash to finally decide on putting the gun away. He slides it into its holster on his chest harness and closes it with a faint click of a button clasping. The man in black looks between all three of them, and then as easily as that just seems to accept it. He's probably seen some stuff in his time. "Alright, that's bad news." The voice still sounds strange, almost as if two beings were speaking at once.
A glance is given to Zatanna and he says, "Oh I know who you are. You were on Letterman that once, right?" But then he realizes she asked a question. And that makes him realize something else, he has no idea what to tell her.
Contingency C? No that might be giving too much away. Project Rebirth 2.0. Yeah, same. Flash and Eugene are right out. Some guy. Agent F! Nah. None of them work. Eventually, however, he comes up with. "Call me Charlie." Alfa, Bravo, Charlie… that works.
A glance back towards the other two. "I was more meaning, you know, werewolves. Or furry people of a certain disposition." He takes a step to the side, moving to keep all three of them in front of him, perhaps just instinctively.

***

"Charlie then…" Zee clearly doesn't believe him, as she settles close to The Fox. "You should totally be more worried about HYDRA involvement, than Eugene here." Zee hasn't registered outwardly that Eugene is anything more than he seems. "I was on Letterman" Zee brightens visibly before shrugging it off.

***

Lucian quirks a brow. "Thousands probably." Which is not all that many, really, set against twenty million people in New York alone.

The Fox cants his head. "Charlie it is then. Thanks for the help Charlie." Kane watches the other man carefully. "Just out and about tonight or…"

Zee gets a glance and a smile. Naturally she was on letterman.

***

Sidelong towards Zatanna, Charlie adds, "Yah, reminded me of the Pendragons. But you know, with the beautiful gal doing both parts of the gig." Then it's back towards Lucian and Fox. At the mention of thousands of werewolves that does seem to cause him to be taken aback a smidge, though behind that 'balaclava' it's hard to read his expression.
"In any case. Those were HYDRA operatives or people hired by them? I have to say that's probably going to come as a surprise to some of the folks I talk to on a regular basis."
Something abruptly seems to grab his attention, a silent alarm of some sort that warns him he's had the suit on for longer than the two hours they alloted him. For a moment he considers ignoring it. But then again who knows what crazy side-effects this thing might have. "Look, I gotta run." He starts to step back. "You people have a facebook page or something?"

***

Of course Zee was on Letterman and she smirks back to the Fox and with a flourish of her hand produces a card. "Facebook, Twitter, Youtube amonst those… here are my details" quirking an eyebrow at his consideration. "Do feel free to stay in touch…"

***

The Fox shakes his head. "No, but if you do the spooky stuff, you'll find I'm about. Especially in Gotham." Where he's one of the few names in town that does. "Come on Lucian, Zee, let's get out of the open and we can finish this talk. Later, there, Charlie." He waves and moves to head out somewhere with less… everything.

***

Accepting the card with two fingers, Flash holds it up as if gauging it by the light of the moon to make sure it's real and not likely to go up in a burst of theatrical magical flame. A moment passes, another, then he pockets it in one of the many pouches on his suit. A nod is given to them as he backs up, "I'll be in touch in some way or another. HYDRA. Man."
With that he steps to the side and then breaks into a run back the way he came. A few steps and he /leaps/ into the air to jump to the upper level of that overpass, then across it as well. Pretty soon he's out of sight.


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