Maria Hill ~ Acting Director (shield_2ic) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-03-11 19:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | batman, maria hill, renee montoya |
Who: Maria, NPC Fear Gas-ed thugs, and Batman
Where: Gotham docks
When: Monday night, 3/12 (forward dated)
What: Maria begins her education on Gotham's unique forms of nightlife.
Rating: Possibly unsafe for work (violence, language)
She kept reminding herself that she was not required to like her orders to need to follow them; she'd wanted to get her boots on the ground, but being told to track down someone they were only fairly sure actually existed, while assessing the nature of the city, made her wish for her Helicarrier again. She'd gotten used to being in command, and standing on a street corner knowing that the carrier was looming behind her while the city loomed overhead, only able to rely on her own wits and resources, was a harsh shift of perspective.
She'd never really been on her own; she'd always had a squad and a company around her, then had SHIELD to back her up. She always trusted herself best, though, and that made it a little easier to look around her and evaluate the situation; she had no one else to think of but her own strengths and skills, her own hide to keep in one piece instead of a bunch of civilians running into her line of fire.
So did the fact that she couldn't stand here all night; it was raining. She hunched her shoulders in her tattered leather jacket, and headed off towards the looming skyscrapers. SHIELD had stocked an apartment for any agents aground as a base; she'd drop off her seabag and figure out her next move from there, because wandering blindly along the streets not knowing what she was looking for, much less where to start, was not a good plan.
It was different than the briefings, she realized as she crossed the street and found herself in the shadow of buildings. There was a meanness to the cold March rain on the breeze, a sad flickering quality to the streetlights. She told herself it was just the poor ward of the docks, the same as any city.
Naturally, the safe-apartment wasn't far from here; she knew that it was for the best, that coming and goes would be unremarked on and that it was close to what they were investigating. She still found the weight of the gun tucked in the small of her back, under her coat, very comfortable. She kept her hands loose to be able to get at it quickly, if she had the need, and walked quickly.