Re: Log: Sleepy Brielle/Professor Charles/Captain Steve
[Steve's expression remained serious and neutral as Charles spoke of negating Brielle's power. He nodded curtly, shoulders squared and straight, hands dropped to his sides.] Understood. [He was here at the professor's request, and he'd do what the man thought best (unless it was entirely against his values, but Steve didn't foresee them clashing there—and he trust Charles to make the most humane, good intentioned decisions).
The address wasn't far. Steve led the way, moving himself and the man in the wheelchair to smaller side-streets and alleys, to keep them out of view as much as possible. The woman lived above a club, that meant there would be a backdoor—if not two, one to her apartment, and the other to some half-cloaked speakeasy dressed in red velvet.
They didn't pass much of anyone along the way, and Steve remained quiet.
Once they arrived, the alleyway a bent black, scattered in shadows as light was caught crested along the shining tiles of the club's roof, he tried the door. It was locked, but that was easy enough. Steve twisted the knob, slowly, as the metal crunched like angry clockworks, until it was useless. He tugged the door out and peeked his head in.] All clear.