Higher Than Hope: Doug and Amanda
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xp_logsBackdated: While Emma and Wade are causing a ruckus in the kitchen, Doug and Amanda head to the security room to steal files. On the way out, they run into Foreward and Azazel.
Given that they were at a Hellfire event, being the White Knight of the New York court carried with it certain perquisites - namely, that none of the low-level staffers, waiters, or security scurrying around from the chaos of the fight that had erupted in the main area were going to stop and question the man in the impeccably tailored white suit or his companion/bodyguard as they made their way through back hallways.
"If this place is laid out at all like New York..." Doug murmured, then stopped in front of a door. "This should be it." He opened the door and darted his head in to see if they were in the right place. "Yep, here we go," he said to Amanda as he opened the door wider to reveal a room with several computers in it. "Any video and data from this Holocaust guy visiting the Club will be on these machines." He pulled a pair of compact hard drives out of an inner pocket of his jacket and passed one to the Brit.
Amanda nodded and moved to sit in front of one of the computers. "Who'd have thought back in the day I'd even known what a video file looked like," she joked, a sign that she was nervous. With so much at stake - and the potential cost to Laurie and Hope for the delay - this wasn't a normal job. Then again, none of them were. "Right, got it. Security video feeds. How far back should I grab?"
"Let's see. The girls were taken in late September, but our contacts were talking about the mutant organ thing and Holocaust prior to that." Doug's eyes hardened at the memory of finding out Hope and Laurie were missing. "So let's say September 1st and forward, just to be on the complete side."
"Got it." Amanda plugged in the hard drive and clicked away with the mouse, selecting the appropriate list of files and setting them to copy. "Uhhhh... 5 minutes to copy - there's a lot of video files here."
Doug allowed himself the smallest of smirks - given the size of the files they were talking about, if they hadn't been using bleeding edge technology, it would have likely taken them half an hour or more. And someone was bound to notice sooner than later. He set to work with his own drive, sucking down any other relevant data with a custom-written program.
Five minutes and a handful of seconds later, both drives were done with their tasks and the pair were headed down the hallway, the computer room left just as they had found it, with no trace of their having been there.
Ian walked through the door on the far end of the hallway the pair were heading down. Momentarily shocked, he dropped into a defensive stance and looked back and forth between the two. He sighed, and came to the conclusion that he probably owed Eyespy an apology for shooting down her earlier estimation, "Friends of Trance and Ms. Collins, I'm guessing?" His tone wasn't upset, or even really surprised; he mainly sounded polite and tired.
"Got it in one, sunshine," was Amanda's reply. She narrowed her eyes at the intruder as she took a step forward,. fists balling and ready for a confrontation. "And they'd bloody well better be all right, or we're taking it out of your hide."
Doug's face hardened at the dichotomy between the use of 'Trance' - clearly Hope's 'mutant name', and the brusque 'Ms. Collins'. It spoke to what was undoubtedly a difference in the way the two young women were being treated, and suggested that Laurie was having a much harsher time of things.
Still, the information they'd gathered had the best chance of leading them to where Laurie was being held, and it needed to be kept safe. So he palmed his drive and placed it in Amanda's hand, keeping it out of view. "Stash those first," he murmured. Amanda could easily get out to one of X-Force's safehouses or the like, lock up the intel, and then come back. "And -then- we rough him up."
Amanda nodded, tucking both drives inside her jacket, "Leave me some beating," she said, already sinking into the floor. "Back in a jiff."
Ian moved a little closer to Doug, as put off by a woman randomly teleporting as one would be by seeing a light rain outside a window, "I think I can guess why it is you're here. I can't say I disagree. Every military has a responsibility to try and retrieve their captured. Even with her...physical disagreements with me-" the back of his head was still sore, "-I can assure you that Ms. Collins has been held with all proper conduct and protocol for a detained soldier."
"She. Is not. A soldier." Doug bit off in a deadly monotone, his eyes so hard they looked like they could have been chipped off of Emma's diamond form. He stalked forward, wishing he'd had an excuse to bring his Asgardian broadsword with him. He was in a brutal sort of mood.
He sized the other man up as they approached each other. There was something...nigglingly familiar about his opponent's body language. Something he thought he ought to recognize.
"That's a lie." No malice. No snark. Just a statement of fact. The tug behind his forehead, his preflex letting him know he was about to do something...it was more of a klaxon in his head. Ian's eye twitched a bit, but otherwise he kept still and watched. Something past the mean in Doug's eyes, something in his movements...it was setting off his power like nothing Ian had really ever felt before, "If she hadn't obviously had CQC Training, if it wasn't apparent now she is part of a pro-mutant paramilitary unit trying to free her, if it wasn't for said group currently running a rather good rescue operation...it'd still be a lie. Genetics made us all soldiers, sir. And, to be frank, it seems very apparent you understand that already."
Laurie had been used as a soldier. Stamped with a number on her shaved head and pointed like a weapon without thought for its effect on her. "She's a medical student. Now, if you want to see paramilitary..." Doug was going to have to book another double session with Dr. Grim after this, he was sure. His hands up in a loose guard, he moved in with a few quick jabs, looking to take the measure of his opponent.
Ian wasn't where Doug's arms ended up once, twice, thrice. His body jerked to the edges of its center of gravity as he narrowed his profile away from a jab, sidestepped another hit, and stepped back from the last incoming punch, "All Soldiers have professions, sir. And I would much rather we try to resolve this peacefully..." And not only because Ian wasn't entirely sure about his cause, either; his preflex was usually a lot more subtle than the nigh-spasms it took him through to clear Doug's reach. Something was definitely wrong here. It wasn't in his opponents hands, but his eyes...Ian's power had always given him sort of an inkling of an idea where danger was coming from, but from Doug, it was like trying to see a shark in cloudy water...
Doug noted the almost involuntary way that Ian was moving himself away from the punches, and the way his eyes darted toward Doug's hands right before they moved. Now it made sense why the young man's body language looked familiar - that combination of vagueness and anticipation from thinking several seconds ahead. He'd only dated someone like that for several years, and still worked closely with her.
~Predict this,~ Doug thought to himself. "You want to resolve this peacefully?" he asked, snorting derisively. His hands flickered back and forth as he spoke, a series of feints that were as close to believable strikes as he could make them. "You're here with people who use abduction as a tool." His foot swept out toward Ian's ankle as he kept talking. "You're imprisoning someone who has been abducted and used against her will before, and you're surprised that she's fighting back?"
A strike that Ian jerked away from continued forward, and Doug batted his hands away to grab his shirt and pull him in close. "The difference between her and me is that she's still trying to be a decent person despite all the shit that's happened to her."
"Me? I -know- I'm not."
If Ian was put off by Doug's aggression, it didn't show. Moreso, his brow had been knotted deep in thought since right before the attack to his legs. Something Doug had said - "You're here with people who use abduction as a tool." - it'd caused him to tumble from the leg attack, right into Doug's grab. Ian looked sharply into Doug's face, scanning the older mutant...
And put his hands up, "You're right. I surrender."
Doug needed a moment to tamp down his anger, and remind himself that he wasn't the sort to punch someone who'd just surrendered in the face. He could see the younger man was sincere. Dammit. "You are going to tell me everything you possibly can about that group, and what's being done to Laurie Collins." He did his best to put the Christian Bale Batman Growl into every word.
A breeze of smoke and the smell of brimestone were all that presaged Azazel's arrival, he'd been shuttleing the kids out of the ballroom but when he arrived he found Ian surrendering to his assailants. They were going to have to have words when they got out of here he decided as his foot flashed out towards Doug's knee, "Giving up so soon kid?"
The scent of brimstone in the air before Azazel's arrival had made Doug think of Kurt Sefton, and so he was just able to twist away from the worst of the blow as he pushed Ian out and behind him. This guy wasn't interested in surrendering, to be sure. And he looked like the sort to kill a man who was having second thoughts about the side he was on.
Doug's knee was a burst of pain, and it started to buckle, but he managed to keep his feet. His eyes took in the new opponent as he shuffled backward, nudging Ian to get his back against a wall so that the teleporter couldn't get around them to attack. Doug reached inside his jacket and snapped out a short telescoping baton, ready for the next attack, his eyes cataloging this new person's appearance and body language.
Against a teleporter, the likelihood of actually being able to block an attack was unrealistic. So instead, rather than hold steady in a guard position, Doug swept the baton back and forth across his body in short, sharp movements. He could only really protect his core from the sword in Azazel's hand that way, but all he had to do was survive a few moments until Amanda returned. Two could play at the 'teleporter up the sleeve' game, after all.
Azazel pointed his sword at Doug's face and gaave him a thin smile before running at his opponent slashing his sword to one side as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Just as the first wafts of the smoke drifted past Doug Azazel appeared behind him kicking Ian backwards and launching a slash at Doug's back before vanishing again only to appear in-front of him with a jab towards the other man's heart followed swiftly by a kick at his head and a slash at his weakened knee as Azazel took full advantage of his enhanced mobility to quickly overwhelm this nuisance so he could move onto his next task.
Damn, damn, damn. Doug had hoped he'd gotten close enough to the wall to eliminate the rear as an avenue of attack. He managed to twist away from the worst of the slash at his back, but it still scored a hot line across his shoulder blades. The heart strike rebounded off the carbon fiber of Doug's baton, the kick similarly deflected away.
The slash to the knee, though, parted cloth and skin, staining Doug's white pants a spreading red. Doug grimaced and stared down the teleporter he hadn't managed to land a single strike against. ~Come on, Amanda...~ he thought, not sure how much longer he could stay standing.
The witch wasn't telepathic, but she did have remarkable sense of timing. There was a shimmer in the wall and out stepped Amanda, brushing off her suit jacket. "Looks like I can't leave you alone for five minutes," she said, taking in the situation with a quick glance. "Who's your new friend?"
Azazel smiled up at the newcomer from his position on the floor, "Azazel," he introduced himself with a grin making a languid cut at Doug's leg before teleporting away from him and bowing to Amanda, "a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he bowed before disappearing in a puff of smoke and appearing above her driving the sword at her head.
Amanda immediately ducked back into the wall, before reappearing from the floor next to Doug. "Fun friend you've made," she murmured to him. "Anything I should know?"
Doug grimaced, his hand stained red from holding pressure on the cut to his knee. "Neo-nazi teleporter. Kind of like the anti-Kurt."
Amanda nodded and then grinned, briefly and savagely. "I think I know what to do. Back in a sec." And with that, she vanished into the floor again.
Azazel turns a confused look on Doug, "I don't know what insults me more, that she thinks she knows how to handle me, or that you think that I'm a Neo-Nazi." he told the bleeding man conversationally as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped down his sword blade. "Let's finish this so I can go and prove to your little friend just how wrong she is."
"The only thing that's finished her is you, sunshine." Amanda's voice came from behind him this time. The witch laid her hand on Azazel's shoulder, and in that moment, he was rendered immobile. "See, it doesn't matter if you aren't actually a Nazi. This whole operation of yours? The strong ruling over the weak? This city, this country, it's seen this sort of shite before. Using others as weapons, harvesting pieces from them... it's what the Nazis did before you, with the same fucking reasons. And this country is sick of this crap." Her eyes glowed gold. "I might be a stranger here, but my people aren't. They've had generations of being targeted by supremacist arses like you and your boss. They're nearly been wiped out time and again, but they're still here. And they're speaking through me." Her fingers dug into Azazel's shoulder. "Say hello to the Rom, you arrogant fuck."
Power flowed out of Amanda's hand into Azazel, the pain and agony of thousands of years of a people being victimised flowing into him with it. Death and experimentation, camps and hangings, arrests and suspicion and removal of children and being driven from place to place. Every hurt, every injustice, every grief, was visited on him.
Azazel gasped and then he didn't even have time for that, he was a child being dragged out of his home, a young man watching the man in the labcoat approach with a needle, the woman feeling the weight of the noose draped around her neck and countless more wave after wave of memories assaults him dragging him from one horrible moment to the other. Azazel dropped his sword to the floor with a whimper as he sank to his knees next to it before his mind went mercifully blank as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
"-Hell- yeah," Doug murmured in the wake of the righteous magical wallop Amanda put on Azazel. "My hero," he joked weakly at her as he leaned against the wall. His knee picked that moment to finally give out, and the lean became a barely-controlled fall.
"I think I'm going to need help walking out of here," he said wryly.
She crouched beside him, grimacing at the amount of blood she could see. "Yeah, I think you do." She pulled his arm over her shoulder, preparing to help him up again. "Just don't bleed on the suit, yeah?"
Given that they were at a Hellfire event, being the White Knight of the New York court carried with it certain perquisites - namely, that none of the low-level staffers, waiters, or security scurrying around from the chaos of the fight that had erupted in the main area were going to stop and question the man in the impeccably tailored white suit or his companion/bodyguard as they made their way through back hallways.
"If this place is laid out at all like New York..." Doug murmured, then stopped in front of a door. "This should be it." He opened the door and darted his head in to see if they were in the right place. "Yep, here we go," he said to Amanda as he opened the door wider to reveal a room with several computers in it. "Any video and data from this Holocaust guy visiting the Club will be on these machines." He pulled a pair of compact hard drives out of an inner pocket of his jacket and passed one to the Brit.
Amanda nodded and moved to sit in front of one of the computers. "Who'd have thought back in the day I'd even known what a video file looked like," she joked, a sign that she was nervous. With so much at stake - and the potential cost to Laurie and Hope for the delay - this wasn't a normal job. Then again, none of them were. "Right, got it. Security video feeds. How far back should I grab?"
"Let's see. The girls were taken in late September, but our contacts were talking about the mutant organ thing and Holocaust prior to that." Doug's eyes hardened at the memory of finding out Hope and Laurie were missing. "So let's say September 1st and forward, just to be on the complete side."
"Got it." Amanda plugged in the hard drive and clicked away with the mouse, selecting the appropriate list of files and setting them to copy. "Uhhhh... 5 minutes to copy - there's a lot of video files here."
Doug allowed himself the smallest of smirks - given the size of the files they were talking about, if they hadn't been using bleeding edge technology, it would have likely taken them half an hour or more. And someone was bound to notice sooner than later. He set to work with his own drive, sucking down any other relevant data with a custom-written program.
Five minutes and a handful of seconds later, both drives were done with their tasks and the pair were headed down the hallway, the computer room left just as they had found it, with no trace of their having been there.
Ian walked through the door on the far end of the hallway the pair were heading down. Momentarily shocked, he dropped into a defensive stance and looked back and forth between the two. He sighed, and came to the conclusion that he probably owed Eyespy an apology for shooting down her earlier estimation, "Friends of Trance and Ms. Collins, I'm guessing?" His tone wasn't upset, or even really surprised; he mainly sounded polite and tired.
"Got it in one, sunshine," was Amanda's reply. She narrowed her eyes at the intruder as she took a step forward,. fists balling and ready for a confrontation. "And they'd bloody well better be all right, or we're taking it out of your hide."
Doug's face hardened at the dichotomy between the use of 'Trance' - clearly Hope's 'mutant name', and the brusque 'Ms. Collins'. It spoke to what was undoubtedly a difference in the way the two young women were being treated, and suggested that Laurie was having a much harsher time of things.
Still, the information they'd gathered had the best chance of leading them to where Laurie was being held, and it needed to be kept safe. So he palmed his drive and placed it in Amanda's hand, keeping it out of view. "Stash those first," he murmured. Amanda could easily get out to one of X-Force's safehouses or the like, lock up the intel, and then come back. "And -then- we rough him up."
Amanda nodded, tucking both drives inside her jacket, "Leave me some beating," she said, already sinking into the floor. "Back in a jiff."
Ian moved a little closer to Doug, as put off by a woman randomly teleporting as one would be by seeing a light rain outside a window, "I think I can guess why it is you're here. I can't say I disagree. Every military has a responsibility to try and retrieve their captured. Even with her...physical disagreements with me-" the back of his head was still sore, "-I can assure you that Ms. Collins has been held with all proper conduct and protocol for a detained soldier."
"She. Is not. A soldier." Doug bit off in a deadly monotone, his eyes so hard they looked like they could have been chipped off of Emma's diamond form. He stalked forward, wishing he'd had an excuse to bring his Asgardian broadsword with him. He was in a brutal sort of mood.
He sized the other man up as they approached each other. There was something...nigglingly familiar about his opponent's body language. Something he thought he ought to recognize.
"That's a lie." No malice. No snark. Just a statement of fact. The tug behind his forehead, his preflex letting him know he was about to do something...it was more of a klaxon in his head. Ian's eye twitched a bit, but otherwise he kept still and watched. Something past the mean in Doug's eyes, something in his movements...it was setting off his power like nothing Ian had really ever felt before, "If she hadn't obviously had CQC Training, if it wasn't apparent now she is part of a pro-mutant paramilitary unit trying to free her, if it wasn't for said group currently running a rather good rescue operation...it'd still be a lie. Genetics made us all soldiers, sir. And, to be frank, it seems very apparent you understand that already."
Laurie had been used as a soldier. Stamped with a number on her shaved head and pointed like a weapon without thought for its effect on her. "She's a medical student. Now, if you want to see paramilitary..." Doug was going to have to book another double session with Dr. Grim after this, he was sure. His hands up in a loose guard, he moved in with a few quick jabs, looking to take the measure of his opponent.
Ian wasn't where Doug's arms ended up once, twice, thrice. His body jerked to the edges of its center of gravity as he narrowed his profile away from a jab, sidestepped another hit, and stepped back from the last incoming punch, "All Soldiers have professions, sir. And I would much rather we try to resolve this peacefully..." And not only because Ian wasn't entirely sure about his cause, either; his preflex was usually a lot more subtle than the nigh-spasms it took him through to clear Doug's reach. Something was definitely wrong here. It wasn't in his opponents hands, but his eyes...Ian's power had always given him sort of an inkling of an idea where danger was coming from, but from Doug, it was like trying to see a shark in cloudy water...
Doug noted the almost involuntary way that Ian was moving himself away from the punches, and the way his eyes darted toward Doug's hands right before they moved. Now it made sense why the young man's body language looked familiar - that combination of vagueness and anticipation from thinking several seconds ahead. He'd only dated someone like that for several years, and still worked closely with her.
~Predict this,~ Doug thought to himself. "You want to resolve this peacefully?" he asked, snorting derisively. His hands flickered back and forth as he spoke, a series of feints that were as close to believable strikes as he could make them. "You're here with people who use abduction as a tool." His foot swept out toward Ian's ankle as he kept talking. "You're imprisoning someone who has been abducted and used against her will before, and you're surprised that she's fighting back?"
A strike that Ian jerked away from continued forward, and Doug batted his hands away to grab his shirt and pull him in close. "The difference between her and me is that she's still trying to be a decent person despite all the shit that's happened to her."
"Me? I -know- I'm not."
If Ian was put off by Doug's aggression, it didn't show. Moreso, his brow had been knotted deep in thought since right before the attack to his legs. Something Doug had said - "You're here with people who use abduction as a tool." - it'd caused him to tumble from the leg attack, right into Doug's grab. Ian looked sharply into Doug's face, scanning the older mutant...
And put his hands up, "You're right. I surrender."
Doug needed a moment to tamp down his anger, and remind himself that he wasn't the sort to punch someone who'd just surrendered in the face. He could see the younger man was sincere. Dammit. "You are going to tell me everything you possibly can about that group, and what's being done to Laurie Collins." He did his best to put the Christian Bale Batman Growl into every word.
A breeze of smoke and the smell of brimestone were all that presaged Azazel's arrival, he'd been shuttleing the kids out of the ballroom but when he arrived he found Ian surrendering to his assailants. They were going to have to have words when they got out of here he decided as his foot flashed out towards Doug's knee, "Giving up so soon kid?"
The scent of brimstone in the air before Azazel's arrival had made Doug think of Kurt Sefton, and so he was just able to twist away from the worst of the blow as he pushed Ian out and behind him. This guy wasn't interested in surrendering, to be sure. And he looked like the sort to kill a man who was having second thoughts about the side he was on.
Doug's knee was a burst of pain, and it started to buckle, but he managed to keep his feet. His eyes took in the new opponent as he shuffled backward, nudging Ian to get his back against a wall so that the teleporter couldn't get around them to attack. Doug reached inside his jacket and snapped out a short telescoping baton, ready for the next attack, his eyes cataloging this new person's appearance and body language.
Against a teleporter, the likelihood of actually being able to block an attack was unrealistic. So instead, rather than hold steady in a guard position, Doug swept the baton back and forth across his body in short, sharp movements. He could only really protect his core from the sword in Azazel's hand that way, but all he had to do was survive a few moments until Amanda returned. Two could play at the 'teleporter up the sleeve' game, after all.
Azazel pointed his sword at Doug's face and gaave him a thin smile before running at his opponent slashing his sword to one side as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Just as the first wafts of the smoke drifted past Doug Azazel appeared behind him kicking Ian backwards and launching a slash at Doug's back before vanishing again only to appear in-front of him with a jab towards the other man's heart followed swiftly by a kick at his head and a slash at his weakened knee as Azazel took full advantage of his enhanced mobility to quickly overwhelm this nuisance so he could move onto his next task.
Damn, damn, damn. Doug had hoped he'd gotten close enough to the wall to eliminate the rear as an avenue of attack. He managed to twist away from the worst of the slash at his back, but it still scored a hot line across his shoulder blades. The heart strike rebounded off the carbon fiber of Doug's baton, the kick similarly deflected away.
The slash to the knee, though, parted cloth and skin, staining Doug's white pants a spreading red. Doug grimaced and stared down the teleporter he hadn't managed to land a single strike against. ~Come on, Amanda...~ he thought, not sure how much longer he could stay standing.
The witch wasn't telepathic, but she did have remarkable sense of timing. There was a shimmer in the wall and out stepped Amanda, brushing off her suit jacket. "Looks like I can't leave you alone for five minutes," she said, taking in the situation with a quick glance. "Who's your new friend?"
Azazel smiled up at the newcomer from his position on the floor, "Azazel," he introduced himself with a grin making a languid cut at Doug's leg before teleporting away from him and bowing to Amanda, "a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he bowed before disappearing in a puff of smoke and appearing above her driving the sword at her head.
Amanda immediately ducked back into the wall, before reappearing from the floor next to Doug. "Fun friend you've made," she murmured to him. "Anything I should know?"
Doug grimaced, his hand stained red from holding pressure on the cut to his knee. "Neo-nazi teleporter. Kind of like the anti-Kurt."
Amanda nodded and then grinned, briefly and savagely. "I think I know what to do. Back in a sec." And with that, she vanished into the floor again.
Azazel turns a confused look on Doug, "I don't know what insults me more, that she thinks she knows how to handle me, or that you think that I'm a Neo-Nazi." he told the bleeding man conversationally as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped down his sword blade. "Let's finish this so I can go and prove to your little friend just how wrong she is."
"The only thing that's finished her is you, sunshine." Amanda's voice came from behind him this time. The witch laid her hand on Azazel's shoulder, and in that moment, he was rendered immobile. "See, it doesn't matter if you aren't actually a Nazi. This whole operation of yours? The strong ruling over the weak? This city, this country, it's seen this sort of shite before. Using others as weapons, harvesting pieces from them... it's what the Nazis did before you, with the same fucking reasons. And this country is sick of this crap." Her eyes glowed gold. "I might be a stranger here, but my people aren't. They've had generations of being targeted by supremacist arses like you and your boss. They're nearly been wiped out time and again, but they're still here. And they're speaking through me." Her fingers dug into Azazel's shoulder. "Say hello to the Rom, you arrogant fuck."
Power flowed out of Amanda's hand into Azazel, the pain and agony of thousands of years of a people being victimised flowing into him with it. Death and experimentation, camps and hangings, arrests and suspicion and removal of children and being driven from place to place. Every hurt, every injustice, every grief, was visited on him.
Azazel gasped and then he didn't even have time for that, he was a child being dragged out of his home, a young man watching the man in the labcoat approach with a needle, the woman feeling the weight of the noose draped around her neck and countless more wave after wave of memories assaults him dragging him from one horrible moment to the other. Azazel dropped his sword to the floor with a whimper as he sank to his knees next to it before his mind went mercifully blank as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
"-Hell- yeah," Doug murmured in the wake of the righteous magical wallop Amanda put on Azazel. "My hero," he joked weakly at her as he leaned against the wall. His knee picked that moment to finally give out, and the lean became a barely-controlled fall.
"I think I'm going to need help walking out of here," he said wryly.
She crouched beside him, grimacing at the amount of blood she could see. "Yeah, I think you do." She pulled his arm over her shoulder, preparing to help him up again. "Just don't bleed on the suit, yeah?"
