Who: James Rogers What: Mini!Cap is doing some heroics Where: The shadier docks of NYC When: Feb. 19, night Status: Open to reactions Rating: E and G for explosions and guns.
James leapt from roof to roof of the warehouses, his eyes focused on his destination. He had caught wind of some illegal activity going on at the docks (a shipment if his eavesdropping was right, he just didn't know what of) so he decided to handle it himself. After all he was adult more or less age wise and a hero in his own right. He slowed in his running at the edge of a roof when he caught a lighter flicking on to light up a cigarette. Making sure the half mask was over the top half of his face (it was essentially a Zorro mask more or less but it worked with his costume given back in his time he hadn't worried about masks but here he did), he moved through the shadows, dropping to his belly before he tugged a pair of binoculars out of his cargo pocket and looked through them. Adjusting them to pick up heat signatures he studied what he was up against.
Four rooftop guards on each surrounding roof of the meet area...probably armed with rifles and scopes... I'll need to take them out silently. He looked down at the ground. Several roaming patrols of three men...overlapping paths... And three black SUVs, cool engines and a semi truck, also with a cool engine... They're waiting for the buyer or buyers...
Hearing several engines, he carefully moved and spotted five vehicles approaching. After a quick check on his surroundings to ensure he hadn't missed a patrol he watched as several heavily armed men and women got out of the new arrivals before five men in suits got out and walked over to the waiting SUVs.
No time to call for help... Not like I haven't done shit like this before back home in my time by myself... Sliding the binoculars back into his pocket he stood, glad he had chosen to use the darker blue for his shield. Not only did it differentiate from his father's shield but it was perfect for stealth missions like this. Carefully getting up he ran forward and leapt onto the nearest roof. Moving quietly he snuck up on the guard and took him out with a choke hold. Using some zipties he secured the hands and feet of the guard before moving to the next roof. He repeated the process several more times before he looked back down to see what the ground forces were up to.
This isn't going to stay quiet for long... Letting a slow breath out, he spotted one of the patrols moving down between two buildings. He shadowed them from the roof before he leapt down and quickly took them out. Not wasting time in ziptying them, he moved on to find the next patrol he could ambush. Spotting them, he ran forward before tugging his shield off and hurled it at the wall. It bounced off the brick and slammed into one of the men. As the other two turned one was met with the shield James had caught after it bounced off the unlucky guard while the other received a solid kick to the head. Both dropped like stones.
Moving to the mouth of the alley he realized now was the time to go loud. Shoulda brought a smoke grenade... Shaking his head, he ran forward, slamming into two of the men. Shouts immediately went up. But as everyone tried to get a bead on James eh continued to move, utilizing both of his shields to block bullets and take down the armed men. At one point he saw a grenade being hurled at him and he batted it away with his shield before he leapt back and crouched behind the metal. The shockwave sent him backwards a bit but he recovered his feet quickly and continued his work, using some moves that Natasha had taught him.
Looking up, he narrowed his eyes when he saw the truck and some of the men were trying to get away. Running forward he hurled the energy shield at the car, watching a bit angrily as it only tore the trunk up some. He didn't stop running though for the semi, leaping onto it and grabbing the back. Grateful it was taking time for it to get up to speed, he used the physical shield to smash the lock of the door before it was kicked open from inside.
Of course there'd be men inside... he mentally growled. Hanging onto the door he kicked off and swung back around. When the half door shut he let go and used the momentum to slam the shield into the two men, knocking them back. Several kicks and blocks later they were out cold. Keeping his shield out, he tugged a flashlight out with his free hand and moved towards one of the crates. Prying the top open he stared in shock at the firepower that met his eyes.
"Shit..." Each crate he could get to and open revealed much of the same kind of high powered weapons he had only ever seen a military have access to. "I can't let this stuff get out..." Spotting a smaller crate, he moved over and opened it. Some C-4...okay, you learned how to do this back home. He moved quickly, rigging up the charges of C-4 on every other crate. Hoping the driver would survive, he grabbed the two men he had knocked out and leapt from the truck at the same time he pressed the remote. The truck exploded into a ball of flame as James tuck and rolled after hitting the ground. Pushing himself up he watched as the driver leapt out.
Sighing in relief, he froze when he heard a click. "Who the fuck do you think you are kid??"
James looked up at one of the men who had been waiting with the truck for the weapons sale. Rising to his feet, James stayed relaxed looking though every muscle was coiled and ready to react. "I don't have a fancy codename if that's what you're asking."
"So what, you're Private America or some shit?"
"Something like that." Moving quickly he dove foward into a roll and came up with an uppercut, knocking the man off his feet and onto the ground. James walked forward and kicked the man to his stomach before pulling out some zipties and securing him. "I think you're gonna be going to jail for a long time." He could hear sirens coming closer. Most of the men in the main fight he had dropped were starting to groan and come to, many holding broken arms or legs. Spotting a fire escape, James moved to it and leapt up, quickly scaling it. Once on the roof he slung his shield onto his back and wiped some sweat from his face.