Sons of Mutancy - Log 8
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xp_logsIn the midst of the fight, the ‘SWORD’ agents arrest the Secret Empire “bikers” to save their covers with the Cartel watching.
Javier Diaz watched quietly from the distance as the mutant bikers and the federal agents dispatched his men and the Huns with relative ease. They moved like well trained operatives and their powers were impressive. Snakeface had been wrong to underestimate them. The Cartel would not make the same mistake. His comms crackled with retreat calls, his men reporting several serious injuries as they fell back. Fortunately, it seemed that the federales were more interested in this ‘Secret Empire’ club and his troops were able to reach their vehicles unmolested.
“Sargeant, get the men out. Have medical waiting at the safe house. I’ll be along shortly.” Losing the weapons shipment was a hindrance, but the possibility of losing their conduit to Costa’s special weapons was significantly more dire. His bosses would want a detailed report about these SWORD agents who seemed to have leapfrogged over the ATF and US Marshals they normally had to contend with.
Meanwhile, with the Huns in the dirt and what he could only assume as Cartel troops retreating, there was a fiction to be played. Kane grabbed Callisto by the back of the jacket and slammed her up against an SUV.
“You’re all under arrest.”
"Ooh, I get the personal touch?" the Morlock muttered, twisting so just Kane could see her smirk and bite her lip, raising her 'good' eyebrow. "Y'know, if you wanted to roleplay you coulda just said - didn't have to arrange all this."
He leaned close to slap the cuffs on her. "You are the worst, you know that?" He whispered into her ear before jostling her back by the coat."Into the car, dirtbag."
Kyle hitched his jacket back up. "Man, these guys must be pretty fuckin' desperate to have you as a member." He snorted, and pushed one of Matt's arms behind his back. He made sure to pull his claws all the way into his fingers first - the role didn't require he actually slice Murdock up, after all. "Blah blah, right, silent, lawyer, I bet you fuckin' know the drill."
"Heh, you said 'drill,'" Matt spat, giving enough resistance to hopefully look realistic without actually causing Kyle any overall effort as the handcuffs locked around his wrists. His first instinct was to get them off, but that wasn't the role here so he forced it down, "You can drill me anytime, big boy."
Jean locked eyes with Maya. "You're running with the wrong people. Turn around. You're under arrest," she said, spinning the woman around to slap cuffs on her wrists.
"Ever thought they might be running with me?"
Maya's smile was obvious as she struggled with the taller woman, not giving her an inch as Jean slapped the cuffs on her, and pushed her forward with a hand in her back.
"Give 'em hell!" she yelled out to her compatriots with an arrogant laugh as she moved with a swagger toward the exit, spitting at the ground as she passed by Kyle before giving him an insouciant wink. "This the best the boys in blue could do? I'm insulted."
"So young... and already caught up in such mess..." Sooraya caught Nica by the shoulder, quickly catching her eyes and giving her an very tiny nod, before pulling her around roughly. "I bet you'll have a great time in the slammer." She grabbed one wrist, clapping the first part of the cuff on it.
"Spare me the fucking bleeding heart bullshit," Nica replied with a growl but allowing the cuffs to be slapped on. "And the slammer's my second home. I'll be fine."
It was times like these when telepathy really came in useful, Betsy thought as she transmitted her apologies to Wanda. They had not really had a chance to talk since being caught together in a strange Western hellscape during the nanite incident, and she had not anticipated their next encounter would involve putting the older woman in handcuffs.
Wanda spat and cursed like a hellcat, struggling enough against Betsy's hold as the cuffs were put on her to sell it. She responded through the mental touch with a hint of laughter to reassure Betsy that there were absolutely no hard feelings, despite the venomous words heading her way.
Javier Diaz watched quietly from the distance as the mutant bikers and the federal agents dispatched his men and the Huns with relative ease. They moved like well trained operatives and their powers were impressive. Snakeface had been wrong to underestimate them. The Cartel would not make the same mistake. His comms crackled with retreat calls, his men reporting several serious injuries as they fell back. Fortunately, it seemed that the federales were more interested in this ‘Secret Empire’ club and his troops were able to reach their vehicles unmolested.
“Sargeant, get the men out. Have medical waiting at the safe house. I’ll be along shortly.” Losing the weapons shipment was a hindrance, but the possibility of losing their conduit to Costa’s special weapons was significantly more dire. His bosses would want a detailed report about these SWORD agents who seemed to have leapfrogged over the ATF and US Marshals they normally had to contend with.
Meanwhile, with the Huns in the dirt and what he could only assume as Cartel troops retreating, there was a fiction to be played. Kane grabbed Callisto by the back of the jacket and slammed her up against an SUV.
“You’re all under arrest.”
"Ooh, I get the personal touch?" the Morlock muttered, twisting so just Kane could see her smirk and bite her lip, raising her 'good' eyebrow. "Y'know, if you wanted to roleplay you coulda just said - didn't have to arrange all this."
He leaned close to slap the cuffs on her. "You are the worst, you know that?" He whispered into her ear before jostling her back by the coat."Into the car, dirtbag."
Kyle hitched his jacket back up. "Man, these guys must be pretty fuckin' desperate to have you as a member." He snorted, and pushed one of Matt's arms behind his back. He made sure to pull his claws all the way into his fingers first - the role didn't require he actually slice Murdock up, after all. "Blah blah, right, silent, lawyer, I bet you fuckin' know the drill."
"Heh, you said 'drill,'" Matt spat, giving enough resistance to hopefully look realistic without actually causing Kyle any overall effort as the handcuffs locked around his wrists. His first instinct was to get them off, but that wasn't the role here so he forced it down, "You can drill me anytime, big boy."
Jean locked eyes with Maya. "You're running with the wrong people. Turn around. You're under arrest," she said, spinning the woman around to slap cuffs on her wrists.
"Ever thought they might be running with me?"
Maya's smile was obvious as she struggled with the taller woman, not giving her an inch as Jean slapped the cuffs on her, and pushed her forward with a hand in her back.
"Give 'em hell!" she yelled out to her compatriots with an arrogant laugh as she moved with a swagger toward the exit, spitting at the ground as she passed by Kyle before giving him an insouciant wink. "This the best the boys in blue could do? I'm insulted."
"So young... and already caught up in such mess..." Sooraya caught Nica by the shoulder, quickly catching her eyes and giving her an very tiny nod, before pulling her around roughly. "I bet you'll have a great time in the slammer." She grabbed one wrist, clapping the first part of the cuff on it.
"Spare me the fucking bleeding heart bullshit," Nica replied with a growl but allowing the cuffs to be slapped on. "And the slammer's my second home. I'll be fine."
It was times like these when telepathy really came in useful, Betsy thought as she transmitted her apologies to Wanda. They had not really had a chance to talk since being caught together in a strange Western hellscape during the nanite incident, and she had not anticipated their next encounter would involve putting the older woman in handcuffs.
Wanda spat and cursed like a hellcat, struggling enough against Betsy's hold as the cuffs were put on her to sell it. She responded through the mental touch with a hint of laughter to reassure Betsy that there were absolutely no hard feelings, despite the venomous words heading her way.
