noir_canary (noir_canary) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-12-18 19:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | black canary |
Who: Black Canary
What: Canary does recon on a nasty looking cult, and digs up some unique items for her enigmatic partner.
Where: Abandoned warehouse, Atlantic City, NJ
When: Saturday, December 15th [backdated]
Rating: PG-13
Atlantic City. Dinah had only been to Atlantic City once before and, just like now, it had been for work. It didn't settle well with her-- like a run down, watered down Vegas on the Jersey coastline. Her parents had probably honeymooned here; any number of her Gotham friends (herself included) could have been conceived here and that just seemed weird. Of course it probably wouldn't have bothered her so much if she had been in one of the casinos, gambling and drinking it up with the vacationers.
But no, she was out in the cold drizzle, poking around an abandoned warehouse.
To be fair, it was probably just as much fun as gambling anyway. She'd never been that big on throwing money out, personally.
"Okay, you had seriously better have on some big fuzzy socks and have a cup of hot chocolate so I can live vicariously through you." Dinah grumbled lightly to her silent partner, pulling the dark hood of her black cloak up over her head to keep the rain off her face. Really, she was just lucky it wasn't snowing tonight.
Creeping from the alley she'd been lurking in, Dinah closed in on a backdoor to the warehouse, where one of the guards had just passed during his rounds. The guards themselves didn't look to be highly trained, but the high caliber weapons they were toting made them just as dangerous as trained fighters. Better to avoid them all together if at all possible.
With the guard heading out of the alley, the Black Canary slipped through the back door and into the supposedly abandoned warehouse... but from the looks of things inside, it was anything but abandoned.
"Looks like they're getting ready for a party, Boss." Canary whispered as she moved through the labyrinth of crates towards the center of the room.
She hung back in the shadows as a few more guard types wandered through; but the security inside was not nearly as heavy as it was outside.
Canary crept through the aisles of unlabeled crates, frowning at the lack of clues on the outside of the boxes... if she wanted to know what was in them, she was going to have to open them up; which meant finding a crowbar or something else she could use to pry the top off.
Alright, that was task two; task one, finish looking at everything there was to look at here.
"Looks like they've got all the party supplies already. I can't see what favors they're going to hand out, but I'm betting they're not kazoos."
Moving deeper into the warehouse, the boxes cleared, affording Canary a stellar view of the main... uh... area. That was the best way to describe it really.
"It looks like Tim Burton decorated." Dinah commented to Oracle without leaving the cover of the boxes. The inner sanctum of the cult H.Q. was littered with currently extinguished candles, black cloths hung over what few windows there were in the warehouse- and those that were too high up to be reached had been plastered over with butcher paper to keep the natural light out. Since it was night, Dinah hadn't noticed before, but now that she did, it was pretty creepy.
There were scant living spaces made up of a few cast off mattresses or piles of blankets-- and it was clear by the handful of people still hanging around that one side was intended for men, and the other for women and children. There weren't many children here; thankfully, but even so, Dinah had to remind herself that she was simply here to do some recon, not to rescue babies. That would come later. She couldn't screw this up or the cult might go so far underground that they'd never find them-- and that wouldn't help anyone. So she turned her focus away from the spartan living space back to the rest of warehouse.
Towards the front was a crude altar, surrounded by more candles and draped with strangely decorated fabrics. Around the altar and painted directly on the concrete walls were angular and alien symbols-- maybe some kind of ancient rune?-- that were repeated through the whole spooky decor. Slipping her phone from the pocket of her jacket, Dinah took a few quick pictures of the symbols and send them off to Oracle in a hurry. She wasn't going to be able to get any closer with so many people around-- which meant it was time to scope out the party favors, then get the heck out of Dodge.
Making her way back to the crates, Canary kept an eye out for a prybar, but to no avail. If they had any, they were keeping them under lock and key. She was just getting ready to punch a hole through one of the boards when she noticed a box towards the front of the stack, slightly ajar.
Careful to stay in the shadows, Canary crouched low and moved quickly to the front crate, using the others for cover. After checking to be sure that she hadn't attracted any attention, she popped up just enough to scoot the lid off the crate and look inside.
Her eyes widened and she quickly looked around the warehouse again... all of these crates... they were all filled with...
"Oracle, we've got a problem." She said, sinking the lid back onto the crate and making a bee-line towards the exit, "These crates are fully firearms. The whole warehouse is filled with crates of firearms; AKs, hand guns, semi- and fully automatics... " She may even have seen some kind of lead box down towards the bottom, now that she thought about it.
But there was no time to get a closer look-- the guards were already coming back in and if she didn't get out the door before it closed, she'd end up locked in here with the gun-toting, superhero and mutant hating bad guys... not really the kind of place she wanted to stick around for long.
"Why couldn't it have been kazoos." She grumbled on her way out the door.