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Tweak says, "i told you i wanted ransom!!"

ohfortuna (ohfortuna) wrote in nextxplayground,
@ 2009-04-07 00:37:00

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char: maximilian summers, char: parisa wilson, loc: boston, r: r, stat: incomplete

well, since you asked nicely

( who ) Parisa Wilson & Maxmillian Summers
( what ) on the job
( when ) Around Midnight
( where ) Abandoned Warehouse ; Boston
( rating ) Probably R

It was cold out, but Parisa was warm. Her suit was insulated like that. It wasn't for her own protection. She really didn't need much, but it helped not to advertise that you thought you were indestructible. It was the kind of thing people noticed. At least that's what Tony had taught her. Her mom on the other hand. Well, that was her mom. If Parisa wanted to keep this life separate from her other, than she needed to take some extra precautions, like the smooth mask set over her face. Her entire head was covered, hair pulled under the black fabric out of view. The only part exposed were her eyes, and those were set behind a visor.

Parisa was crouched on the roof. She had a good view from here. The window was actually clean, so she didn't have to dirty up her gloves in order to see through it. One hand was placed on the edge to hold herself in place, the other was adjusting the settings of her visor. "I thought there would be more..." She said with a disappointed sigh. "I spot like...ten maybe? Anymore from where you're at?" She couldn't see the entire room, but she could see just enough, and she'd moved around the rooftop. She'd let Max do the perimeter thing.

Actually, they flipped for it, and she had one. If he only knew it was a double headed coin. Ah ha!

The job was a simple in and out. If everything went smoothly, they wouldn't alert the people inside, but...what was the fun in that? Seriously. They had no idea where the target object was located, and a rather vague description. She wasn't sure why Sandi had taken this job, but whatever, it wasn't her business. Her business was attempting to find out which of these boxes the stupid thing was going to be in. If it was even in one of the boxes. There was a raised office, but the light wasn't on. "So how do you wanna do this? Gas 'em, flash bang, just jump in and start shooting?"

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thunderous
2009-04-07 02:37 am UTC (link)

What a night for it to be cold. Max needed to be warm enough to ensure that this mission succeeded. He wasn't going to let some cold weather stop him, however. He narrowed his eyes at their target. The abandoned warehouse that housed the object that they were looking for. A tampered knock off of Cerebro that was going to be shipped to the Prophets of Delphi hideout. They weren't there to get the coordinates of the hideout. They were there to either steal or destroy the mind amplifier. There was no telling what the omnipathic group would be able to do if they got their hands on it.

Max had taken a position on a pile of boxes perpendicular to the roof where Parisa was crouching. He was on a roof and he had spotted the dark office that could be arrived at by walking along a catwalk. Narrowing his eyes through the visor, he scanned the warehouse's surroundings quickly. "Ten? I see two more -- so twelve -- and they're guarding the front door. Possibly two more guarding the actual target." he grumbled, canting his head in disappointment. Max was hoping for some action to relieve the adrenaline rush that he was experiencing. "Bust in through the front door or..." he trailed off for a moment before continuing, "bust in through a window. Take your pick." he said with a nonchalant air in his voice.

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ohfortuna
2009-04-07 03:05 am UTC (link)

"We could always just light the place up." She said in a sing-songy voice while checking her ammo. There were a couple of clips strapped to her belt. Unlike her mom, she wasn't one for a six-shooter. Romantic as it was, Parisa didn't exactly deflect the bullets so much as have to cut them out later. That part really sucked.

Holstering the guns again, she was worked on securing a line to a pipe running out of the building. It felt secure when she kicked it anyway. The rope was looped through the harness at her waist. She'd even gone so far as to open the window, not that she was in view of those below. The squeak had alerted a few people, though. She could see them moving beneath her. "I'm going in through here." She didn't feel like climbing all the way down. Besides, it threw people off a little when they had to look up. That and she'd be able to pick them off easier.

If it was one thing Parisa had learned to do at an early age, it was not feel bad about shooting stupid people. These guys were obviously stupid if they were here, so she wouldn't feel bad about shooting them. Switching her visor to heat vision, she plucked a canister from her belt. Pulling the pin, she dropped it in allowing the smoke to coalesce in the room, blinding one corner of the room and sending them into violent coughing fits. This was followed by another thrown to the other side of the room, in an attempt to literally 'smoke them out'.

She was attempting to herd them.

Giving it a sufficient amount of time to do so, she dropped in aiming her weapon at heat signatures. It wasn't the most accurate with things like beams and such in the way, but she saw more than one body drop. It looked like things were going to go smoothly until there was a sudden jerk, causing her body to spin up to an upright position. Then there was another jerk. Then another before she started free-falling toward the ground. "Oh fuck."

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thunderous
2009-04-07 03:29 am UTC (link)

"Sounds like a great idea. I like chaos." he said, shrugging to himself in the cold night air. He stepped off the box and glided down to the side of the warehouse that wasn't facing the front door. With his back to the wall, he put a gloved hand to his ear. "Copy. Going through the front door. Might as well ambush them." he said quietly, moving around the corner before picking up speed. The two guards became aware of his presence, but only long enough for Max to swiftly flick the guns in their hands into one of the many alleys surrounding the warehouse.

He jumped into the air, half-assisted by his flying ability, and pummeled the guard stationed closest to him with a kick to the neck. The other guard took out a switchblade and slashed horizontally at Max, which he quickly avoided by sucking in his stomach. Max had enough time to grab the hand with the knife but not before he was hooked across the face. He felt a trickle of warm liquid from his nose. Growling under his breath and his eyes still glowing green, Max stepped in and grasped the guard's stomach with his free hand. Lightning crackled around him before flowing from his body into the guard. The guard promptly keeled over, still convulsing from the electrocution.

He heard the bang of the canister inside the warehouse and the rushed movements of the people inside. With a grabbing motion, the door grumbled under the weight of his powers before he finally pushed the door in and ran into the smoke. He looked around, heat signatures were scattering as he heard several shots and a groan. Max looked down and found a guy knocked unconscious by the flying door. Deciding to deal with him later, Max sent a bolt of lightning into a thug that was trying to run behind a row of boxes. His polarity shield came up quickly, just enough time for him to hear an "oh fuck" in Parisa's natural voice. He looked up, seeing her free-falling before breaking into a run.

With a vaulted jump thanks to his flight capabilities, he caught Parisa mid-fall and landed safely near a few boxes. "Already falling for me again, love?" he said lightly. Max still felt the blood near his nose, god damn it.

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ohfortuna
2009-04-07 03:57 am UTC (link)

She'd definitely distracted anyone other than the people on the outside of the door, as they'd started trying to figure out who was messing with them. There were sporadic bursts of automatic fire, not that she could tell who was shooting what at this point.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard it. It's from over there!"

"Where is over there? I can't see shit! I think the smoke has made me blind."

"Stop whining and do your damn job."

The men were confused, but Parisa? Parisa was safely in Max's arms. "Everytime I see you, baby." She said in a light jovial voice. She gave him an eskimo kiss through the mask, before slipping out of his hold. Feet planted firmly on the floor, she looked around. "I think I got half of 'em." Which meant they'd have to hunt the other five down. She could see the marks where her bullets hit as the smoke began to clear. Parisa had already started to move into it, slinking into shadows. Thankful she hadn't hit the ground, because it would have hurt, she looked around following a heat signature.

She honestly could have just started following the voices. They were getting loud.

Stupid people deserved to be shot. She was definitely one to oblige. They weren't all over here though. "Spotted three." She'd lost her gun in the fall, but she had a spare, not that she'd use it. Instead, a small knife appeared in her hand. It wast here one second and between the eyes of her target the next. Another appeared soon enough, following suit, but the secondary target had moved. The third? She was going to have to chase him. Stupid boxes!

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thunderous
2009-04-07 04:16 am UTC (link)

He chuckled underneath the mask, forgetting that his nose was obviously still tender from the hook to his face. A small wince under his breath, he let Parisa go before tend to the three while he turned around to go further into the warehouse. The warehouse was seriously a maze, even with the smoke not reaching further back, the visibility was still pretty low. He stalked through a hallway of boxes, quietly looking for any signs of heat. "Where the hell are you..." he muttered, scanning the area. He spoke too soon, when one of the thugs pounced on him from above. They rolled across the floor, trading several punches. Max got a nice punch against the chin of his attacker, before he rolled away and stood up.

Max and the thug circled each other like battling lions, but he sensed something was amiss. The other thug came out behind him, knife in hand, and now it was two versus one. He heard the thug behind him charge at him as Max twisted away in response, but not quick enough. He was nicked in the side with the knife and Max felt the hot flesh peel apart and some warm blood seep out. "Fucking sissies with their knives." he growled. In one angry move, he flicked away the knife with a hand gesture, arcing it over him and stabbing the thug in front of him in the chest cavity. The other thug behind him began to run in utter horror. Max hoisted the knife out of the falling thug in front of him, whipped around, and launched the knife at the runner.

The knife safely embedded into the thug's back, the coward fell over with an unceremonious thud. Max was fine, he had gotten hurt worse! The adrenaline rush was working though. He walked back towards the front of the warehouse.

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ohfortuna
2009-04-08 02:23 am UTC (link)

She didn't know what Max was doing, didn't much care. If he was having any problems, he'd let her know. That's how they worked together. Some things took a lot of planning, but they'd been on so many jobs together, that they moved like a well oiled machine.

Parisa had managed to get in the clear. Having sheathed the last knife back in her sleeve, her free hand grabbed the gun holstered at her waist. The bullets would pierce the boxes, unless something hard was in them. She'd think about that later. If it ricocheted back at her, she'd be fine. The strange thing is, she really didn't even have to try that hard to shoot him. Despite the obstacles, it was like a fish in a barrel. She wasn't sure if this was part of the fun or if it made it kind of not so fun, but she got to catch the gray matter splatting all over the concrete floor.

"Got all of them on this end, how about you?" They'd most likely be able to take their time now that the the room was clear. "What are we looking for again?" She probably should've asked before arriving, but she trusted that he knew what he was doing. "Do we know what it looks like or how big it is?"

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thunderous
2009-04-08 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Max made his way back towards Parisa, who had clearly taken out all of the designated targets. They were now in the clear, but Max didn't really now where the actual object was being stored inside the abandoned warehouse. The side of his shirt was torn, where the cut from the knife had aimed through the hole in the tactical vest he was wearing. Max could feel the damp shirt -- presumably soaked in blood -- pressed against his skin between the vest. He would have to clean the wound later, but such was the life of a mercenary.

He and Parisa had been on so many jobs, Max's pain threshold was pushed to higher than normal. In fact, Max had already put the cut out of his mind as he made it back to where Parisa was standing. "I got all of them, yeah. Bastard tried to run away." he said through the mask, looking around the warehouse. Where was the damn thing? "I don't know either of those things, I know that it's stashed in here somewhere." he muttered, eyes wandering to the unconscious body that was hit earlier in the intrusion.

Eyes narrowed as he glanced at Parisa. "Interrogation it is, then!" he said, in a less-than-serious tone of voice. With that said, he got everything ready: ropes that he found in a corner by boxes, a chair that had fallen during their scuffle. Max picked up the man and brought him over the chair, sitting him down and binding both his hands and feet to the sides of the chair. Enough so that if he struggled, he would just fall over in humiliation. Standing back to view his masterpiece, Max chuckled. "Ready?" he said, not waiting a moment longer to send a small arc of lightning into the inert body.

The thug blurted a few random obscenities, having been abruptly woken from unconsciousness.

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ohfortuna
2009-04-09 05:58 pm UTC (link)

"So we've got us a live one." Parisa spoke jovially as she watched Max set everything up nicely. She hung back as he did so, not feeling the need to help him out, though she did grimace in concern once she noticed he was bleeding. She wanted to tell him to patch up, but he was ignoring it as usual. He didn't heal like she did, so naturally she worried a little. He was a professional at getting hurt though. He would be fine.

As the thug awoke, screaming obscenities, she crouched down in front of him. "Good morning, sunshine." She canted her head, though he couldn't see the look on her face, the tone should have been enough to discern her mood. "We have a couple of questions. I'm going to ask them nicely and you're going to answer them, or my good friend here is going to make hurt real bad." She was saying it in a tone that would convey she was talking to a child or someone of low intelligence. She didn't much care if it aggravated the man or not. "Real bad, but we don't want to hurt you and you don't want to hurt, so we have a mutual agreement on how this is gonna go, right?"

"FUCK YOU, LADY."

"They never comply, do they?" She said standing and looking over her shoulder at Max.

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thunderous
2009-04-10 03:19 pm UTC (link)

Max contorted his features into a surprised stare when the man blurted out the expletive statement, even though it was well-hidden thanks to the mask that he was wearing over his face. "Now... was that necessary?" he said, walking over slowly to the man tied to the chair. Max displayed his hands to the hostage. "You know... electricity given in copious doses is never good." he muttered, before small arcs of electricity left his fingers. "Where is the device?" he commanded, his voice was forceful and angry. The man was screaming at the top of his lungs, convulsing wildly against his ropes. Surely the chair was helping in conducting the electricity.

"S-STO-O-O-OP!"

Max relented for a moment, looking at the man with narrowed eyes. "Answer. Before I get trigger happy." The man was seemingly working over the options in his mind, a small trail of blood seeped from the thug's nostrils and blood vessels in the man's eyes had popped. The man casted his head down, before looking in Max's direction.

"I'M NOT SAYING SHIT. THEY'LL KILL ME!"

"Oh. We'll kill you before they have a chance." Max said, stepping back and glancing towards Parisa.

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ohfortuna
2009-04-10 07:36 pm UTC (link)

Max was being a little overdramatic, but it always helped to freak out the person you were torturing if they thought you either had too much fun with it or weren't all there to begin with. So for the most part, Parisa allowed him to do his thing. It always made her a little giddy. She was sure that wasn't the reaction that would be acceptable in society, but she didn't quite care. There wasn't a reason to feel bad about any of this at all.

When the man decided to say they were going to kill him, and then Max tried to say THEY were going to kill him, Parisa just rose a hand up and shook her finger. "No no no. We're not going to kill you." Her voice was gentle. Her tone was soft, almost as if she were talking to a scared child. "You see that pain you're feeling?" She said pushing his hair back from his face. The man jerked away from her gloved hand, but that was okay. "He can continue to do that for a long long time, and I'm pretty sure it'll hurt, really really bad. Now. Killing you would be a nice alternative to that, don't you think?"

The guy was staring at her, as she continued. "Now you've got two options. You tell us where it is and we'll let you go, or I let my partner here play with you til you tell us where it is, and then die here slowly and painfully on the floor, because you were annoying." A beat. "You wouldn't want us to be annoyed would you? Because then we'd probably like it...and when we like something we get a little creative."

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thunderous
2009-04-22 12:03 am UTC (link)

Seemed like this was going to be a little more difficult than he first thought. He worked his shoulder, feeling the gash in his side open a little. Numb to the pain. Max unleashed another barrage of electricity from his fingers again. The man began to writhe in his chair and scream, the sinews in his neck tightening, trying to mutter a few words in his agony.

"What are you trying to say?" he said, amidst the screams.

"T-T-T-THE OFFICE.", the thug finally yelped out. Max relented his assault again, a lingering smell of charred flesh and hair filling the air. Max looked up towards the dark office hanging above them, surrounded on both sides by a catwalk. One flight-assisted leap and he back on the catwalk where they had entered. Boots crunched the glass that Parisa had broken through, as he made his way towards the door. Max touched the door knob, checking if it was open. Of course, it was locked. With one wave of his hand, the door crumbled under the weight of his powers into a small steel sphere. Throwing the sphere to the side, Max entered the room pulling the lever on the side panel to turn on the light.

A solitary box laid in the middle of the room.

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ohfortuna
2009-04-25 08:08 pm UTC (link)

As Max stopped and began to move away. Parisa took a step back. He was moving towards the office. She thought perhaps she should go instead. If something exploded or dropped down and stabbed him or something, he wouldn't be able to heal like she would. The only problem was he was already halfway there by the time she'd thought it all out. She trusted his ability to take care of himself. He was a big guy.

As for the man who'd just disclosed the information, she'd stopped paying attention to him. "Do you see it? Is it there?" She called up to her partner, moving away from the man as if she'd pretty much forget he existed.

She was making her way up the stairs, already starting to unholster a gun. It was halfway out when she stepped beside him and looked in. "Do you want me to check the box, love?" Then again, she still had no idea what she was really looking for. They had to confirm it was there to destroy it, though. Those were the orders. No questions was the deal. She turned her head just enough to catch the man still sitting in her peripheral. Didn't want him attempting to run off.

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