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Ghost Corps (ghostcorps) wrote in missionreports,
@ 2016-09-11 19:58:00

Entry tags:

!event, character: adrian pennino/onslaught, character: brandon calhoun/backlash, character: elizabeth mcqueen/medium, character: elizabeth swannick/gemini, character: lucas calhoun/blitz, character: marcus wallace/dragon, character: meredith st. george/phantom, location: other

Characters: Backlash, Onslaught, Gemini, Blitz, Dragon, Phantom, Medium (NPC)
Location: A warehouse in Pittsburgh, PA
Time: Tuesday, September 13th from 7:00pm onward
Summary: Alpha Team is captured while on a mission
Status: In progress
Warnings: Violence, language

One of the Sciuto family's branches is a faction that previously dealt with weaponry, such as guns and explosives devices, but has been secretly delving into more scientific and technological pursuits in the past decade. Their ultimate goal is to sell the advancements they make to other organizations, such as other crime syndicates, or even governments. That is what caught the interest of the CIA, and therefore, the Ghost Corps. According to the intelligence gathered from Isabella, this part of the family has a new product they will be unveiling to Russian spies. Details of the item in question were unknown, but Isabella assured her interrogators that it presents a threat to the US government as much as, if not more so than, its everyday citizens.

The meeting is scheduled to go down at 7:00pm on Tuesday, September 13th, at a warehouse in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. All surveillance indicates that this intelligence is accurate.

Because of the anticipated firepower involved, the Alpha team was assigned to this mission. However, upon reaching the facility, they will encounter more resistance than was predicted. Not only will they face heavy firepower, but something will hinder the usage of their abilities while inside the building. Their powers will still be accessible, but will be harder to use and less effective. Specific members of the team will be targeted for capture, and removed to another, undisclosed facility. These members include Backlash, Onslaught, Gemini, Blitz, Dragon, Phantom, and Medium. Their rescue will be mounted the following day. While captive, they will not be able to use their communicators and the video feed from their body cameras will be cut off, but their implants will still transmit.

While held captive, these supers will be injected with a sedative, to varying effect, and will also have blood samples taken.

Notes: Every character who was officially signed up for participation must have at least one tag in this scene. This will be a free-for-all format, meaning that there is no set tagging order. Since characters will be working as a team, please do not subdivide the thread into several small groups, but rather continue in the comment chain. Involved players should track this post so they're aware of new tags and developments. Handlers may participate in limited capacity, but they will be physically at Purgatory in the command center on sub-basement 1 and only able to participate from a distance. Handlers may have a separate thread to react to the events after the abductions. Characters may react IC to the Alphas' disappearance as early as late Tuesday night or Wednesday morning. This post is for Alpha team member participation only. The Echo rescue mission post will go up on Tuesday.

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smoothasglass
2016-09-12 06:01 pm UTC (link)

Blitz wasn't the first one through the door. He usually liked to leave that to the tanks, since catching bullets was their thing, even though he could easily dodge them--after all, he could run at twice the speed of a bullet. Normally. But the second they were in, bullets flying as soon as the threat was recognized, Blitz was right on their heels and then past them, building up speed as he circled the warehouse. Each step he took generated more energy for him to store and then use later. Except something was wrong...

It felt like he was trying to run through waist-deep water. The energy felt muted, fuzzy, weak compared to what he usually got from it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get to his normal speed, either. "What the hell?" he asked out loud, his voice distorted by his speed, which was still formidable even with this unknown hindrance. He was moving fast enough that they couldn't properly aim at him, but stray bullets were still dangerous.

Once he felt that he had built up enough for some blasts, he fired them off, knocking at least one mobster into the wall. A spray of bullets followed as the man in question lost control of his gun, and one grazed Blitz's upper right arm. He looked down at the new injury, which stung like hell, as if it were an insult as much as a wound. "You're kidding me!" he voiced his disbelief, and looked over at his teammates. "I'm having an off day today, mate." Luke was cocky enough to feel confident in talking conversationally with his fellow agents during missions, but he should have focused more on this one. He didn't know what was slowing him down, but he wasn't the only one affected...

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onslaughtering
2016-09-12 08:13 pm UTC (link)

Tanks were generally the first ones to burst through the action. They were also Alpha team, which meant they didn’t have to be all that discreet with their entrance. Onslaught and Backlash usually liked to go in with a bang. It rocked their opponents into confusion, and that’s when crazy, fun things started to happen.

Shots rang throughout the warehouse, and bits of wood were splintered off into the air as bullets ripped through the crates that were piled within the establishment. Most of the bullets were being deflected with the blades of his ko katana. They had been unsheathed the moment he stepped through the doors. Tng! Tng! Tng! Dual katana twirled effortlessly around his wrists, deflecting bullets back to their owner. A few collapsed onto the ground with a thud, but the sound was deafened by shouting, and spray of bullets.

“Cómo estás, mother fucker,” he shouted back at a Russian, as he drove the point of the blade through the man’s chest. The blade was yanked free, and let the spy fall onto his knees, and then flopped onto his side, dead.

There’s more people here than discussed, a panicked voice shouted in the back of his mind. “Well, thank you, Captain Obvious,” he barked out a growl. Something isn’t right, the voice in his mind, tickled at his brain. The voice was right, something was off.

He lurched forward as a bullet passed through his chest. His own was drawn from it’s holster, and a few metal slugs driving through a skull. It was a clean shot, the bullets exiting the back of their head. “Fuck,” a guttural sound bubbled into his throat. The bullet had yet to be pushed from his body, and the sting of pain seemed to linger longer than he’d remembered.

“Something is majorly fucked up here,” he was speaking into the communication device for team Alpha to hear. It was that moment of distraction, and dampened senses that a beast of a man came barreling through, and directly at Onslaught.

“Oh, this is gonna--!” The impact was comparable to a semi truck, and sent Onslaught’s body halfway across the warehouse. A stack of wooden pallets had stopped him, a few had fallen onto him, and disappeared from both visual, and verbal communication.

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testytesty
2016-09-13 02:02 am UTC (link)

Phantom wasn't always with the main group, though today she was. She was hanging back a little, though things...seemed to be wrong. That coming from the com in her ear, and she headed closer to the sound of gunfire. Backlash said he was off, Onslaught was saying something was fucked. She was going to check it out.

She reached the room just in time to see Onslaught knocked over like a bowling pin. Her eyes went wide a second and she saw that Blitz was injured. She didn't feel anything different, because at the moment, she was purely human, nothing super about her. The big guy was walking away from Onslaught who she couldn't even see under the rubble, and she dashed over to him, to push some of the wood aside, wincing as a bullet hit the wall just behind her. "Hey - get the fuck up!" She was worried. She felt utterly stupid for it, but it was very clearly there in that moment.

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onslaughtering
2016-09-13 02:24 am UTC (link)

We’re dead, the same voice shouted, but now it was in the forefront of his mind. It was blaring, like a hammer rapping on his skull. “Shut the fuck up, everyone.” His healing was slowed a considerable amount. A few ribs were broken, probably a dislocated shoulder. The bullet was still lingering inside of him, his body agonizingly trying to heal itself.

He grunted, attempting to push aside the rubble, and wood that fell a top of him. The light soon seeped through the cracks as piles of debris fell away from him. A familiar voice had captured his attention. “The fuck are you doing out here,” he demanded, ignoring the pain to scramble up to his feet.

Adrian reached down, finger curled around the handle of his Desert Eagle and pulled it from it’s holster. “We need to get the fuck on out of here. This is a trap.”

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testytesty
2016-09-13 02:43 am UTC (link)

"Seeing if you were even conscious!" she blurted, not even sure what to say to him beyond that, because it was possible she didn't have a proper excuse. Not that it mattered if she died here, that wasn't actually a concern. Or, she guessed, it wouldn't be a concern if they recovered her body. If they didn't, well, that would suck. But she wasn't really thinking about that.

"What's hap--" Meredith started to ask, so she better understood the problem, but a bullet ripped through her back, through her lung, clipping her heart.

The problem with dying all the time was she still died. She was a normal girl, and she still felt the pain, she still felt the ugly jolt through her system as she recognized that she was about to die. She started to fall, some distant part of her realizing that her blood and other bits my heart? had gotten all over Adrian.

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onslaughtering
2016-09-13 03:00 am UTC (link)

It was a piss poor excuse, and she even knew it herself. Adrián had every intention of using his body as a meat shield in order to get her out of harm’s way. Typically her getting injured, or even dying had never been a slight issue with him. She was called Phantom for a very specific reason, and in order for her abilities to activate, well, Meredith needed to be dead. However, they had walked right into a shit storm, there had to have been a device that dampened their abilities. That only further lead him to believe that someone knew they were coming. He didn’t want her dying because there was this sudden worry that her powers would trigger too late.

“Phantom,” his gasp was uncharacteristic of him, but so was his slowed healing abilities. She had been shot, and only blamed himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings, and more concerned about getting her to safety. Look what good that did him. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, arms wrapping around her body to catch her in mid-fall. He moved himself with her in both of his arms. Her head dangled, much like her limbs did.

“Steele,” he growled into the communication device, as he pressed himself against the back of another stack of crates. “You better start talking fast. How the fuck do we get out of here.” His glance lowered to Meredith’s dead body. His breathing slowed, and could almost hear the steady beating of his heart as he waited. He waited for the typical ghostly, and translucent form to appear. He waited for something to knock over, or the little hairs on the back of his neck to stand.

“Phantom, babe,” he whispered. “It’s not a good time to be hiding.”

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steelyeyed
2016-09-13 11:50 am UTC (link)

Leah stared at the screens in disbelief. What the fuck was happening to her supers? Ignoring any of the ones assigned to other handlers--they could watch their own--Leah focused on her tanks and healer. They weren't recovering fast enough, and the sentiment was echoed verbally through the communicators. She tried to look for some clue through their body cameras, but there was too much going on to properly tell what might be adversely affecting the agents.

Was this a trap?

"You've been in worse firefights," she answered Onslaught, her voice calm in spite of the adrenaline and fear pumping through her system. From what she could see on the screen, it looked as if they were about to block the exits. Fine, she thought, they can still turn it around. But she also wished that it had been the Juliets in there taking this pounding. "You're going to have to fight your way out. Keep your head on your shoulders and put Phantom down. You know she has to be dead to be able to work." At that point, she glared over at Phantom's handler. Why had she been physically inside the building to distract, anyway? Even knowing what was required to activate the girl's powers, it could be distracting to watch a teammate fall.

"Gemini, the tanks need backup healing. Onslaught, Backlash, look for whatever's slowing you down. It could be a super they have that we didn't know about"--curse that damned woman's intel--"or a device of some sort, maybe a gas. It looks like they're trying to block you in. Break out."

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psychomachy
2016-09-13 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Alpha was hardly incapable of improvised ass kicking, but they had developed a fireproof modus operandi that Gemini appreciated. As a healer with a radial ability, determining her movement patterns on any active field was a lot like planning chess moves three steps ahead; Onslaught could heal himself, so how was Backlash faring, where had Blitz gotten too, did Dragon need a boost? Assess. Position accordingly.

Tonight, her chess game was being stomped on by an unseen grandmaster.

Gemini had ducked behind a thick wall of shipping pallets, within range to begin healing the GSW Blitz had taken to the arm. It was surprisingly slow work for such a minor wound. She could feel it in her body; cellular activity was slow like molasses. Her back to the pallets, she ducked lower to avoid a volley of munitions fire. Beth grimaced and curled in on herself to protect from ricocheted shards of wood.

"On it," she replied over the comm. Spurred by the voice of the eye in the sky, she was on the move to a forward position when she rounded a corner, right into one of Scuito's charging men. She tripped him. Sprawled on the concrete warehouse floor, Gemini was on top of him in half a second. While he struggled she grabbed his head and braced it, the veins in his neck turning sickly green, shooting higher towards his skull. If she could just secure a few thralls to help bolster her abilities...

His eyes were jaundicing, but too slowly. The thug finally managed to kick her off of him, sending her crashing back into the pallets. He stumbled off, coughing and wheezing and trying to clear his lungs, yelling for backup; "she's over here!" Like he knew who she was.

"Steele, my secondaries are crap. I think they know us." The situation was worsening by the minute.

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onslaughtering
2016-09-14 02:06 pm UTC (link)

“Firepower ain’t the issue,” another growl crackled through the communication link. Alpha had dealt with this type of manpower before, and efficiently came out on top. “I’m not putting her down.” It was that militant mentality that wouldn’t allow him to just leave her behind. This was an entirely different situation. Typically her body was offsite, and not in the midst of all this chaos. If they were going to get out, she was going to take her dead body with him.

Her body was effortless brought up from the floor, ignoring any blood, and other bodily matter that got on him to lay her across the back of both his shoulders. One arm securely held her in place as he ducked behind another stack of wooden pallets.

“Isn’t that supposed to be surveillance?” The annoyance was digging into his nerves now. His jaw tensed as teeth gritted together. “I’ll keep my eyes fuckin’ peeled.” He peered around the corner, the barrel of desert eagle pointing at whoever dared to be within eye-shot of Onslaught. His healing, and physical conditions may have been hindered by some unseen force, but his aim had come with years of practice.

“Backlash, what’s your location? Watch out for a big mother fucker. He don’t like to play nice,” he warned, pressing on closer to one of the exits. “Blitz,” he paused, dipping behind another stack of pallets. “You think you can blast these fuckers out the way?”

His gaze bounced around the warehouse trying to figure out where the hell this device was. It couldn’t have been gas because they would have needed a large amount of it, and potent enough for his abilities to even affected.

“Steele. Phantom ain’t ghosting! Where the fuck did you get your intel from?” His head jerked to one side, his attention being reeled towards yelling off in the distance, but not too far away from him. An elbow pushed himself up, and away from the pallets. Meredith’s dead body still being lugged around on his shoulders. He emerged onto the scene just in time to see a few of Scuito’s men about to round up Gemini.

“She ain’t yours boys,” he said, catching a few by surprise, and dropping to the ground with bullets sprayed in their direction.

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psychomachy
2016-09-14 02:36 pm UTC (link)

If Leah had responded, Beth didn't hear her. Gemini's head throbbed uncomfortably for several seconds, rocked by the contact with the pallets. Liz had enough room to gain a foothold, and shoved the more stalwart of Gemini's personalities from the forefront. She pushed loose hair from her face before retaking cover. Her fingers came away from her temple red. "Fuckin' A, seriously?!" she hissed. Fine. Whatever. It'd heal in a minute, maybe three if whatever was dampening their abilities wasn't dispatched.

When Scuito's fleeing muscle returned seconds later with five newcomers added to the head count, Gemini was no longer reluctant to cause mass damage. She hardly had the chance. In the middle of generating an entropic cloud of flesh-eating microbes to throw their way as a welcome present, bullets peppered her targets. She sent the cloud (weaker than it should have been, but still effective) at the stragglers.

"Boys, always taking what doesn't belong to them..." She grinned in response, sliding her back down a metal girder for cover. "You didn't just rescue me, did you?" A tease, of course. "Just don't ask for favors later."

Gemini jerked her chin at Phantom's limp, bleeding corpse. "No sign of her? Shit." Meredith didn't take long to show up after she died. Liz had a moment's panic, wondering if whatever was interrupting their abilities would nullify her resurrection. No time to worry about it now. She was about to hail Backlash again on the comm to make sure he didn't need immediate support when automatic burst fire sounded on the other side of the warehouse, accompanied by what was surely a man's gurgling expiration. It was impossible to know if he was one of theirs.

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testytesty
2016-09-14 04:56 pm UTC (link)

Usually it was pretty instantaneous, the arrival of her spirit. Usually there was zero delay, only this time there was. Meredith realized it because instead of having a fluid sense of time, where she didn't miss anything, this time she came screaming back into existence with a very clear jump. One second they were one spot, the next somewhere else, and she realized that there had been a handful of seconds, minutes - she didn't know - where she'd simply been gone. Dead.

And she had zero time to worry about it because everything was going to hell. She spotted at least Onslaught and Gemini, and she headed for the center of the room out in the open to be a target and distraction for the enemy, and she lashed out, sending an energy shot toward the first one she saw. Only the hit, while it did land, didn't hit nearly hard enough. It wasn't even close to her usual power level, and she was becoming much more aware of what was happening. Fuck.

She used her ability to speak through speakers and did it through the coms, though her voice wasn't all that well heard, her power level drained on that too. So a tiny, tinny voice came through that said "Get the fuck out of here!" a voice that was easily lost to another hail of bullets. She realized that she wasn't a target, that they were ignoring her, like the were all too aware of the fact that shooting at her would just waste bullets.

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_drac
2016-09-14 10:15 pm UTC (link)

The chatter through the coms was disorganized but that wasn't uncommon. What made it inauspicious was the lack of mundane or casual chatter. Each super's surprise were bells peeling off of the other. Realization bloomed through the party like white cotton meeting blood. Everything was going sideways. Dragon had been forced to take cover behind shipping pallets much like Gemini, craning to assess the layout of the beefed up variables and his other team mates.

Steele's voice tickled Dragon's inner ear as she relayed orders. They were a bit obvious but held true to Occam's Razor. Though it was a bit irritating to see Onslaught dragging Phantom's dead body about like a second place trophy, he still found the morbid silver lining. "It could always be raining," he mumbled over the coms but meant for himself. Dragon was irritated about the obvious power dampener somewhere in the room. It frightened him if he was being perfectly honest as a seeping wound to his left shoulder seeped the reality of the situation.

Pulling out the Beretta strapped to his thigh, Dragon grit his teeth and fired back at the Scuito men trying to box in his team. Bring a handgun to a semiautomatic rife fight. That teaches him to be so reliant on his fucking powers. He dropped the empty mag to the ground before excruciatingly bringing his left hand to meet his forearm where a striker tailored into the cuff of his suit met the flint there at his inner forearm. Heat charged molecules from the friction was all Dragon needed, fire poured from his arching hand. It provided just enough distraction, just enough cover to move to Onslaught, Gemini, and Phantom's departed body.

His back slammed into another pallet of crates just as he heard the weak static of Phantom's warning before another shit storm of bullets rained down upon them. "Phantom, find what's giving us the handicap!" He yelled, always wondering if that girl could hear him wherever she was. Dragon looked over at Onslaught, "I do hate when you ask for a date, this always happens." He turned to see the press of men and opened fire with a fresh clip. It was clear they were ordered to round up and contain. They were doing a wonderful job, too. "Blitz. Backlash. Come up behind them and break through. Use tactical if you have to but I want a hole." Dragon loathed to call the cavalry.

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smoothasglass
2016-09-14 11:59 pm UTC (link)

"Surveillance won't be the one taking out whatever's slowing you down. Spend less time questioning me and more time following orders," Leah shot back to Onslaught, barely keeping her voice from becoming a growl of its own. "I didn't handle the intel gathering on this one." Her hands clenched into fists at her side. Seeing her team on the losing side gave her a sick feeling that had less to do with feeling competitive and more to do with a worry that she might actually lose one of them.

"I'm sure as hell trying," Blitz answered the tank with an annoyed exhale. His annoyance wasn't at his teammate, but rather the mafiosos and whatever trick they were using to literally slow him. His blasts weren't packing the heat they should, though he was still firing them off rapidly, then skirting around the large room again to recharge. While he did, he clotheslined at least two of the Sciuto soldiers with breakneck speed. It didn't feel great on his arm, since he'd used the one that had been grazed, but it resulted in two less shooters.

"Brandon, get your head in the game!" the speedster shouted at his brother. He tried to make a few more rounds to charge up as much as his stunted abilities would allow him, to blow a hole through the wall if he couldn't reach a door, but it wasn't to be. Blitz was too focused on dodging bullets to notice the nearly invisible wire planted in his path while he'd been rounding the building, and only realized it was there after the trip sent him flying, tumbling, smack into the wall with a sickening crack. His arm broke in the attempt to catch himself as he slammed into the side of the building, and his head still whipped forward with the momentum, his forehead colliding with metal.

It wasn't long after that armed men pounced on the dazed super, grabbing him up roughly and pulling him away from the others, making sure that his feet couldn't touch the ground. "Fuck..." he groaned, the closest to a call for help that he could manage in that moment.

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