WHO: Grant Ward & CO WHAT: Ward and his team raid a CIA detention facility that houses HYDRA prisoners. After all, there's only so much that four people can do without proper back-up. WHEN: July 4th; midafternoon WHERE: CIA Blacksite; Ontario, Canada RATING: PG-13 STATUS: Narrative; OPEN to IC/OOC responses from SHIELD notified about the break-in.
It was the only logical place to go from where he'd started. Ward had a few resources left at his disposal, the quinjet Kara had taken from SHIELD, the bugout bags that he hadn't run through yet, some old caches of Garrett's that the man had told him about years before. What he'd lacked, though, had been obvious. With only a handful of people at his disposal, ones who he knew were only taking orders from him because there was no one else, because they didn't like the idea of floundering without orders anymore than he had, there would only be so much that he could manage. So he needed to widen his ranks, not with just any flotsam from HYDRA's remains but flotsam that he knew would be situated firmly on the same path that he was.
It was surprising how easy it had been to get information that was supposed to be classified. HYDRA's influence might have been wiped out of most of their holds into the government, but what hadn't been removed were their backdoors, the weaknesses that had been inbuilt into the system over decades and remained accessible to anyone with the knowledge to get at them. And even if he wasn't a tech monkey or a keyboard jocky in any sense of the word, HYDRA also knew the level that most of their goon squad operated on. Some of the set-ups HYDRA had devised to counteract that made plug and play look complicated.
When the word 'Ontario' had flickered across his screen, it had taken everything Ward had not to laugh. Of course they would. Of course. This government had no scruples, no boundaries. They just took what they thought they could, and it was almost certain that Canada had absolutely no idea that the CIA had secreted a super max prison into their borders. It was probably listed as a military storage facility, if that, as far as their neighbors to the north were concerned.
At least it hadn't required a lot of time or effort to get there, the quinjet packed up and his team outfitted with the gear from one of Garrett's weapon stores. He'd given strict orders. No one was to get hurt. Not if it could be helped. Disarm and disable before using force. They were trying to ghost this as much as possible, and the last thing they needed to do was leave a trial of bodies behind them a mile wide. Killing was acceptable if there was no other choice, and you could secret the body away until they were out. But unless both of those were possible, it wasn't an option. Reluctant 'yes, sir's all around had left him less than enthused, but they'd went in anyway, dropping down behind the facility cloaked and making a dash for the building.
It had taken nearly twenty minutes inside for the first alert to be sounded. They'd already reached the detainment area and unlocked half a dozen cells when they were finally spotted by one of the patrol guards who had managed to call it in before Ward could knock him out. They had so many more to go, but now, their numbers were superior even if their weaponry wasn't for most of them. With any luck, they could get everyone and get underway before the agents stationed here could call in the cavalry to deal with them.