Col. Nick Goddamn Fury (themanonthewall) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-11-12 12:08:00 |
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Who: Nick Fury (616), Spock, and Cassandra Samar (Sharon Carter's there too!)
When: 12 November 2013, morning
Where: Phoenix Project HQ @ 59th and Lexington
What: SHIELD: make new friends. neutralize them.
Rating: Highish for violence and language.
That was how it was with HYDRA. Go halfway around the globe and buckets of cash in the hole hunting them, and you found em nesting in the attic. Viperfish had spent months chasing leads to come up with William Lee, and just as long beating pavement and visiting old addresses between Boston and Long Island and SHIELD had found in two weeks that the face and name both too bland to be believed were real, kicking, and living it up on Lexington. There was a neatness to it all which had been troubling, or maybe it was sour grapes. Either way, no one ever got ahead by ignoring traps. The Phoenix Project office on 59th and Lexington had been largely that. Four floors, fifty stories in the air with a self-contained and undocumented. They'd cut off the elevators, the known exits, the stairwells, gone up, and cut the power. What they'd found on fifty-three was an office of scared pencil pushers. That's how it'd seemed as they lined them up and threatened them into compliance as agents went through cuffing anyone who might be any slight bit of trouble. Lucky for them, that took time and they found trouble or it'd have looked mighty bad arresting the staff of a charity. They were ambushed by about six agents on the 54th floor and, if the burning detritus falling past the windows was any indication it was only meant to delay them. Didn't much. They fought their way through shooting to maim unless to kill was easier. The Vulcan had done an impressive job without ever using a weapon. But they didn't even have to make it to the top floor before the top floor came to them. On the 55th floor's community garden, there she was: in a pantsuit covering impossibly long legs. Cassandra Samar, one of the refugee's most vocal advocates, board member of any number of fancy art things, and a record clean enough to eat off of, she was a beacon of light in the community. But that wasn't how the light was hitting her now. From behind her free brown hair had almost a mossy tint and the easy smile which made the papers She didn't surrender, but it'd been an impressive fight. Nick Fury despite his somewhat recent injuries, was a Commando to the core. And not afraid of playing a little (or a lot) rough. He used every advantage his size and military training gave him, even as she disarmed him. She struck like a cobra: fast, efficient, and deadly. Even Nat would have been put through her paces, Nick had to think. Though, his girl would also win. But he was no Red Room assassin, just a very old man. Cassandra Samar got him on the ropes--or more precisely, pinned against the tall glass windows. They enclosed the garden of deadly fruits like a greenhouse, and was currently the only thin glass separating Nick Fury from a very long fall. There really was a fantastic view of SHIELD from here. But HYDRA's lameass attempts at spying weren't what he needed to be thinking about. He swung his arm around her throat and pushed his weight back against the window. Maybe the best call was taking her with him. But the window held, and she didn't fight quite how he expected. She bit his hand, and while she had damn sharp teeth, the amateur move made him stop and puzzle (though not let her go). By the time he looked back, she was slumping in his arms. "Guess I didn't taste so good after all." He said as he looked to his left side, checking to see who (and what side) was there to take her place. ""Your aim was for her to be incapacitated, correct?" Agent Spock said plainly. Nick supposed that made a bit more sense than something strange about his blood--though it wouldn't've been the first time he found something new. "Yeah." Nick Fury ingloriously dropped Samar's body on the ground and stepped over it. "Let's restrain her. Check her teeth, and put a goddamn muzzle on her." There was a lot more to these offices to explore beyond her and he planned to leave no stone unturned. He briefly glanced at the wound on his hand. It was seeping thick blood and kind of smarted. He pressed his other fingers over the wound to relieve some tension and stepped back into the fray. Fifteen minutes later, the pain hadn't gone away, in fact, it seemed to be spreading like a numbness up his left wrist. The hand was swelling. That probably meant one thing. Oh that snake.. "Thirteen!" Fury called across the din to the agent he'd appoint as his second on the site. He reached into the pouch at his thigh for a knife to cut open the inflamed wound. This day was gonna get real fun real fast. "Get medical on stand-by." |