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xp_logs ((ooc: Belladonna socked by Erin)
Garrison and a team of FBI and DEA agents are ambushed by the Black Court during their investigation of Eulud Pharm.
One of the DEA agents was rifling through Jackson Day's office, skimming correspondence, financial files and test results on his computer with a well-practiced eye peeled for the evidence they needed. He was just getting ready to seize the hard drive and take it back to headquarters to let the tech guys go over it when a spreadsheet caught his eye. He looked up from where he was leaning over the monitor to beckon Garrison Kane over when he spotted a beautiful woman in the doorway.
She smiled slowly, like a cat spotting a mouse caught with its foot in a trap. It was not a far stretch to imagine her licking her lips in anticipation. "Those are not your things, mes chers," she drawled, one hip cocked insouciantly. "Did no one ever tell you it is rude to take what does not belong to you?"
"We have a warrant, Ma'am," the agent stipulated matter-of-factly, wondering how she'd gotten into the building when the team was supposed to be keeping everyone out.
"FBI. Who are you?" Kane said, holding out his badge, even while he unholstered his handgun.
"I do love a man who knows how to handle a gun," the woman said, ignoring the question momentarily as she eyed Garrison up and down. "The badge - not so much. My name, cherie, is Belladonna, and I am here to make sure you leave with empty hands. And," she said, lips curving into a malicious smile, "I hope you do not think I am here alone."
The gun snapped up, covering her as Kane spoke into his headset. "We've got trouble." Around him, the agents started to draw their weapons, acutely aware of movement in the darkened parts of the building. Enough to underline her words that they most certainly were not alone. "Alright, Belladonna, I'm not exactly sure what your play is, but it's not a smart one, eh? You're under arrest for attempting to obstruct a federal investigation." He kept his weapon trained on her as he began to advance cautiously to where she stood, covered by the other agents.
"Attempting? Oh, I think it is a bit early to call this a mere attempt..." With a throaty laugh Belladonna raised her hands and aimed them in Kane's direction; a split-second later a bright flash of light emenated from them and a cabinet next to Garrison exploded, spraying the room with twisted hunks of metal and shredded paper.
"Weapons free!" Kane yelled, diving for cover behind a desk. The other agents followed suit, levying a volley of gunfire in response. Who the hell was this woman? Kane thumbed the panic button, sending back an alarm to their support teams. Around their position, he could hear other people moving, and the crackle of flames in the background.
The woman - Belladonna - was nowhere to be seen, though a moment later there was another series of flashes through the doorway, narrowly missing the desk behind which Garrison was crouched.
"I don't see her!" One of the agents yelled, and Kane fished out his comm.
"Team two, we are under fire! Respond!" They had another team in the building, but he was getting nothing but static as he tried to reach them. Whatever this company was involved in, they knew the federal agents were coming and had set a trap. Already heavy clouds of dark smoke were rising from the burning inventory; oily grey and black, moving with slow menace. Even his remarkable abilities were compromised by a chemical fire, and the rest of his team was even more vulnerable. "We stay here, we die. Jamison, I'm going to try and draw them off to the left. When I move, make a break for the stairway. You have to get clear of the smoke."
"We don't leave people behind, Agent Kane. Even if they are Bureau weenies."
"No choice. I've got the best chance of clearing the building alone." Kane said, and the DEA man finally nodded. "Good. On one, two- three!"
Kane was up and running low, firing towards the shadows he'd seen, deliberately staying in the field of view to draw off their fire. Hopefully they'd think he was where the breakout was happening.
A few scattered shots followed him, none close enough to worry about. The shadows seemed to scatter as he approached, though it was hard to tell in the smoke and dark where they had gone or even who - or what - they had been. Then, suddenly, from further along the hallway he heard a laugh, and he could see the long-legged figure of Belladonna dart through an open doorway into an adjacent room, followed by the sound of metal scraping and tearing under duress.
Kane dashed after her, his extraordinary speed eating up the distance in a blink. The smoke was starting to fill up the rooms, black and chemical laden. He went in gun first, tracking through the room carefully for any sign of the woman. The air was getting thick, and Kane knew he only had a short time before the entire building was completely smothered.
As if reading his thoughts, a voice slid out of the darkness, sinuous and toxic as the smoke. "How do you like my attempt now, Agent Kane?"
"How do you know my name?" Kane said, slowly moving in a circle, looking for movement. The gun wasn't the most dangerous weapon he had, and if he could get a visual on her, for even a second, his speed and strength would take care of the rest.
"The Hellfire Club knows many things. Information, as they say, is power. Though money can be nice, too..."
Kane coughed, trying to clear the smoke out of his lungs. "I am going to put you away for the rest of your life, lady." He coughed again, the room starting to spin. He keyed the call button on his comm, but there was no response from the rest of the team. "Dammit-!"
There was no response from the room, either; content to let the inferno do the rest of the work for her, Belladonna had slipped away under cover of smoke and fire.
Garrison fought against the smoke, trying to find the woman in the murk, but it was impossible. Eyes stinging, he began to to make his way back towards his fellow agents, staying to low to try and avoid as much smoke as he could. His lung were heaving, and even his preternatural endurance wasn't enough to keep going on the tiny threads of oxygen remaining.
He stumbled into the room, his gun slipping from his grip as he fell to his knees. Their backup wasn't going to get to them in time. What had the woman said? The Hellfire Club? Somehow, he was going to get them. He'd survive this somehow and take them down. The room spun, and Kane crashed to the floor, finally letting the blackness rise up and take him.
Garrison and a team of FBI and DEA agents are ambushed by the Black Court during their investigation of Eulud Pharm.
One of the DEA agents was rifling through Jackson Day's office, skimming correspondence, financial files and test results on his computer with a well-practiced eye peeled for the evidence they needed. He was just getting ready to seize the hard drive and take it back to headquarters to let the tech guys go over it when a spreadsheet caught his eye. He looked up from where he was leaning over the monitor to beckon Garrison Kane over when he spotted a beautiful woman in the doorway.
She smiled slowly, like a cat spotting a mouse caught with its foot in a trap. It was not a far stretch to imagine her licking her lips in anticipation. "Those are not your things, mes chers," she drawled, one hip cocked insouciantly. "Did no one ever tell you it is rude to take what does not belong to you?"
"We have a warrant, Ma'am," the agent stipulated matter-of-factly, wondering how she'd gotten into the building when the team was supposed to be keeping everyone out.
"FBI. Who are you?" Kane said, holding out his badge, even while he unholstered his handgun.
"I do love a man who knows how to handle a gun," the woman said, ignoring the question momentarily as she eyed Garrison up and down. "The badge - not so much. My name, cherie, is Belladonna, and I am here to make sure you leave with empty hands. And," she said, lips curving into a malicious smile, "I hope you do not think I am here alone."
The gun snapped up, covering her as Kane spoke into his headset. "We've got trouble." Around him, the agents started to draw their weapons, acutely aware of movement in the darkened parts of the building. Enough to underline her words that they most certainly were not alone. "Alright, Belladonna, I'm not exactly sure what your play is, but it's not a smart one, eh? You're under arrest for attempting to obstruct a federal investigation." He kept his weapon trained on her as he began to advance cautiously to where she stood, covered by the other agents.
"Attempting? Oh, I think it is a bit early to call this a mere attempt..." With a throaty laugh Belladonna raised her hands and aimed them in Kane's direction; a split-second later a bright flash of light emenated from them and a cabinet next to Garrison exploded, spraying the room with twisted hunks of metal and shredded paper.
"Weapons free!" Kane yelled, diving for cover behind a desk. The other agents followed suit, levying a volley of gunfire in response. Who the hell was this woman? Kane thumbed the panic button, sending back an alarm to their support teams. Around their position, he could hear other people moving, and the crackle of flames in the background.
The woman - Belladonna - was nowhere to be seen, though a moment later there was another series of flashes through the doorway, narrowly missing the desk behind which Garrison was crouched.
"I don't see her!" One of the agents yelled, and Kane fished out his comm.
"Team two, we are under fire! Respond!" They had another team in the building, but he was getting nothing but static as he tried to reach them. Whatever this company was involved in, they knew the federal agents were coming and had set a trap. Already heavy clouds of dark smoke were rising from the burning inventory; oily grey and black, moving with slow menace. Even his remarkable abilities were compromised by a chemical fire, and the rest of his team was even more vulnerable. "We stay here, we die. Jamison, I'm going to try and draw them off to the left. When I move, make a break for the stairway. You have to get clear of the smoke."
"We don't leave people behind, Agent Kane. Even if they are Bureau weenies."
"No choice. I've got the best chance of clearing the building alone." Kane said, and the DEA man finally nodded. "Good. On one, two- three!"
Kane was up and running low, firing towards the shadows he'd seen, deliberately staying in the field of view to draw off their fire. Hopefully they'd think he was where the breakout was happening.
A few scattered shots followed him, none close enough to worry about. The shadows seemed to scatter as he approached, though it was hard to tell in the smoke and dark where they had gone or even who - or what - they had been. Then, suddenly, from further along the hallway he heard a laugh, and he could see the long-legged figure of Belladonna dart through an open doorway into an adjacent room, followed by the sound of metal scraping and tearing under duress.
Kane dashed after her, his extraordinary speed eating up the distance in a blink. The smoke was starting to fill up the rooms, black and chemical laden. He went in gun first, tracking through the room carefully for any sign of the woman. The air was getting thick, and Kane knew he only had a short time before the entire building was completely smothered.
As if reading his thoughts, a voice slid out of the darkness, sinuous and toxic as the smoke. "How do you like my attempt now, Agent Kane?"
"How do you know my name?" Kane said, slowly moving in a circle, looking for movement. The gun wasn't the most dangerous weapon he had, and if he could get a visual on her, for even a second, his speed and strength would take care of the rest.
"The Hellfire Club knows many things. Information, as they say, is power. Though money can be nice, too..."
Kane coughed, trying to clear the smoke out of his lungs. "I am going to put you away for the rest of your life, lady." He coughed again, the room starting to spin. He keyed the call button on his comm, but there was no response from the rest of the team. "Dammit-!"
There was no response from the room, either; content to let the inferno do the rest of the work for her, Belladonna had slipped away under cover of smoke and fire.
Garrison fought against the smoke, trying to find the woman in the murk, but it was impossible. Eyes stinging, he began to to make his way back towards his fellow agents, staying to low to try and avoid as much smoke as he could. His lung were heaving, and even his preternatural endurance wasn't enough to keep going on the tiny threads of oxygen remaining.
He stumbled into the room, his gun slipping from his grip as he fell to his knees. Their backup wasn't going to get to them in time. What had the woman said? The Hellfire Club? Somehow, he was going to get them. He'd survive this somehow and take them down. The room spun, and Kane crashed to the floor, finally letting the blackness rise up and take him.
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