Maria Hill ~ Acting Director (shield_2ic) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-03-20 18:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | catwoman, maria hill |
Who: Maria + OPEN (vigilantes, criminals, or all of the above, interacting with her or just doing their thing)
Where: Streets of Gotham (the place to be!)
When: 3/21
What: Maria observes Gotham nightlife for her recon.
Rating: Possibly not safe for work, triggery - general crime
Maria would be glad when this recon mission in Gotham was over and all she had to do was worry about writing it up in a report. She'd craved field work while on the Helicarrier, but right now she really wanted to hop into the copter and get shuttled back up to base; she missed the rumble of the deck beneath her feet and the murmur of the engines. The dreary fog of the city and the muffled noises in the distance that had her on edge, waiting for the blow to fall, wasn't for her.
But this was her mission, and even if she was thinking fondly of the paperwork piling up on her desk and getting eyestrain from the screens, she'd do it. And yeah, even if she was feeling a little homesick, actually being able to do something instead of directing agents here and there, having her boots on the ground, was damn good.
Besides, she preferred this nightlife - even with all the crime and crazies and vigilantes and under strict orders to observe only - to the charity gala last week.
She'd established hides at various locations throughout the city, and she kept fairly mobile, assessing when she could risk moving and when it was riskier staying. Rooftops were the popular haunt for vigilantes, and to her grumpy dismay, hers as well. As she hunkered under black tarp and scanned the street through the treated binoculars to keep the shine from giving her position away, she wished there'd been more time to secure actual rooms in these buildings. Climbing to the roofs in question was an absolute pain in the ass. She wished for that damn grapple gun Batman had displayed.
She was used to keeping still for long stretches; no one got through Marine guard duty without learning to deal with stillness. She was still very glad to be able to tuck the binoculars away and carefully shed the tarp. Getting down to street level was the unsexy but useful method of working her way down the fire escape. Then it was to the old rental car and slowly cruising to the next location, tucking the car in the shadows and killing everything. It wasn't perfect, but after her first night here, she was not going to be caught alone out in the open; tucked in the shadows of the backseat was her preferred assault rifle, just in case. Shooting through the window would be messy and cut her up, but would solve the problem.
At least here she could stretch out her legs. Next round would find her on the roof again, and she didn't have a tarp there.