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daredevilawyer) wrote2012-09-09 12:22 am
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East Side and West Side
This was a pretty typical situation for Daredevil. He was perched on a high rooftop, listening for trouble. Usually it was a generalized trouble he was looking for but today, he had something specific in mind. A family had been taken by the Kingpin's men for not paying their "protection money". The police weren't going to do anything, so it was up to him to rescue them.
Of course, he wasn't aware that it was a much bigger situation he was going to be coming into, the warehouse being a storage facility for gun runners as well as keeping one scared kidnapped family till they agreed to pay up.
Of course, he wasn't aware that it was a much bigger situation he was going to be coming into, the warehouse being a storage facility for gun runners as well as keeping one scared kidnapped family till they agreed to pay up.
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So Hill was going in to the warehouse alone for some recon, a squad of junior agents positioned a few streets away in an abandoned warehouse for backup, and a bird up in the sky piloted by Barton, who she at least trusted with coming to save her in time. Besides, they believed that most of the people involved in the trade ring were at a wedding of some sort - and that was being monitored from HQ.
The entry point was going to be a side door that was guarded round the clock, on the clock. Which meant there was a window of time where she could slip in unnoticed (thanks to some sort of device that cloaked her from the camera - when Stark really started going off about something technological, she pretended to listen and then trusted it would work.
Three minutes to, she slipped into an alley over, ducking behind a dumpster and looking up at the roofs. Daredevil's advice had come in handy, and even though she didn't expect to see him, it wasn't like she had anything better to do for a few minutes. But there wasn't anyone in there and she turned her focus back to the clock, counting down the time.
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One heartbeat in particular was very familiar.
"We do need to stop meeting like this," his quiet voice comes from overhead. Matt's masked face is looking over a rooftop ledge down at her on the ground.
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The standard blue S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform has been replaced with a much sleeker, quieter intelligence gathering one.
So when she hears his voice from above, she doesn't surprise or panic - instead she just smiles to herself.
"Seems to me that you're the one who always finds me," she comments quietly, knowing he'll hear and she doesn't have to shout. Shouting wouldn't be very productive right now. "Am I being conspicuous again?" Last time she had been obvious trying not to be obvious - the skin tight black uniform with a built in chest harness and enough supplies in its pockets to impress a boy scout was incredibly obvious.
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"No, not exactly." She and her people were very well concealed. He just had an advantage with finding people. But his demeanor is less amused this time. "This isn't a social call this time. There's a family trapped in that warehouse. If you go in guns blazing, they are as good as dead." He's deadly serious on that point.
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"I'm not alone," she admits, but she's not sure just who he's aware of. And even though she trusts him to a certain degree, she's not going to put any of the other agents at risk. "But this is a recon mission - they're backup. In case something goes south. Family?"
That changed things. But she wasn't sure how yet.
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"A boy and a girl, both grade school. Their parents couldn't pay the extortion rate for keeping their store front, so the Kingpin is keeping them under wraps till they come up with the money." Which they can't. There is no money to give them.
"You have to let me go in first." He's not taking no for an answer on this.
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"So you want to go in and get them back?" she clarifies. If he was planning a snatch and grab, they'd be on the look out for someone - and that compromised her entire mission.
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"At least, give me a five minute headstart." He might even be willing to go in when she does, but not the whole team. He didn't want to tip them off, he wanted to get the kids out before the bad guys even knew he'd been there.
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"I'll go in with you. We take the kids and leave - it'll make things harder when we take the warehouse down later, but it won't work otherwise."
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"Deal."
Daredevil pulls out his nightsticks, one in each hand, as he starts moving through the shadows towards the warehouse. Coming up on the building next to it and rappelling up to the roof. The nightstick on a line comes back down for her to grab onto as he's flattened himself on the roof to listen what's going on around the warehouse.
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As she follows him, slipping behind buildings and sticking to the dark, her hand moves to her sidearm, resting on top of it firmly. Daredevil disappears to the top of the building and she’s had too many missions partnered up with the special ops agents to be worried.
The nightstick comes down and she grabs it, holding it tightly in her hands. She’s assumed he would make sure to take her with him… seemed like he had a disposition for teamwork. It was a good sign.
When she was on top of the building, she mimicked him, flattening herself beside him. Hill held up two fingers, indicating the time they had left to get in, and then pointed down to the door to indicate where the guard was, in case he was confused.
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Unfortunately for him, he couldn't see the gesture or the two fingers and missed them completely. His head doesn't even turn that way. "Two guards, one coming around the other side. He just got back from smoking." Daredevil keeps his voice low.
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“What’s your plan?” she murmurs, her voice low and soft. By default it was now their plan, but she didn’t like to think about how little control that gave her over the situation.
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"Better if we can bypass them entirely. I can swing over there from here..." But he wasn't sure if she would be able to follow with the same move.
"How would you go in?" Better to have more than one plan in this situation.
Sorry for the delay!
“Swing with one of these?” she asks, indicating the nightstick in her hand that had gotten her up here. Acrobatics weren’t out of the realm of possibility, as long as she wasn’t supposed to do a handstand on the cement barrier 40 feet in the air.