I was working in the lab late one night... Characters: Sinister... as himself! Open to anyone who might be in the area... Setting: S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, Main Security Room and then Database of Registered Mutants Content: General Mayhem and destruction, some explosions. Summary: Taking place along side This Thread and This Thread. Sinister shuts down the security system to allow him access to the Database of Registered Mutants, then trashes the main security room and makes his way out to collect his prize!
The simple minds of baseline humans were easy to overcome and he was cheerfully led to the central security room by a pretty little woman who thought she was giving a tour of the facilities to some famous hero group. Fantastic Four or something. He let her own imagination fill in the gaps of the mental suggestions he had given her. When she was stopped for questioning, he fed her the information needed and she spoke it without thought, making the words her own. It was easier that way.
The other people who worked within the halls stopped and stared as they passed by, but the woman's friendly demeanor and the way she was explaining everything made it look like he belonged. Just another freak having joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and getting the lay or the land. So complacent the lot of them. If something looked legit on the surface, very few would question it. Some even nodded their heads in greeting.
Sinister, of course, still had his application to join the organization via his alias Robert Windsor, but it was stuck in so much governmental red tape that he was becoming rather tired of waiting. Especially with all the newly registered mutants and so-called super heroes having all their precious contact and power information stored in the databanks of arguably the most well defended building in America. Even the Pentagon would have difficulty mustering this much firepower.
Sinister strolled along behind the woman, Samantha or Sandra or some other mundane name he had no reason to remember. She had the clearance he needed to get around and would be dead soon enough, once they reached the central security room. He chuckled at some of the more amusing double-takes he was given by the men and women in white coats they passed. The guards, at first, had stopped them at every juncture to check I.D. and question his guide while he stood by passively and waited. Acted like he belonged. This far inside, they were no longer held up, just watched.
They were close now.
As for why he had chosen today? Word from his Genoshian contacts had it that something major was going down with S.H.I.E.L.D. No details outside of Leshner being really angry at the organization and that he and his little red daughter had hopped on a little jet with a trajectory for New York. Those two combined made today the perfect opportunity. Perhaps his meddling would even be helpful to the Master of Magnitism, should he actually show up and prove Sinister's theory correct. A bargining chip that could be most useful at a later date.
The little woman was talking to the the guards and he was getting impatient. It was just this last door that he had to get through.