Operation: WIDEAWAKE - Log 2
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xp_logsTeam two takes over the security station and allows two of them to slip into the lab and retrieve the asset. It is not who they were expecting.
As the first team left the facility, it was now the second team's job to neutralize the security. As Felicia and Jubilee headed to the expanded HVAC and air filtration service section, Natasha and North were on the way to main security, with its guards hopefully still unaware anything was wrong.
That was easier said than done as the clunky uniform hat Natasha had pulled low was annoying her more than it was worth as a disguise. Same with the uniform shirt she'd threaded her arms through. It wasn't precise or subtle but they didn't need either of those. They simply needed to breach the main security room quickly. The cameras were on loop and a quick visual scan of the two of them from any passers-by should register as facility guards and nothing more. The Widow's Bites were charged and ready to deploy as she scanned the hallway for any unexpected nuisances to crop up. She also had palmed a couple of smoke and stun bombs. Never could be too careful. They rounded a corner where no one was in sight and she muttered low to North, "We should run the next security training exercise for this place at this rate."
"They are far too confident with their external security. That's a nice gift for us." North said, slipping down the corridor with his back to the wall. The door to the security room had a keylock on it, and he pulled out one of their bypass kits. After attaching it, he counted down from five with his fingers and then activated it, unlocking the door for Natasha to breach.
Natasha kicked the door open with a precision strike to the lock. She threw several smoke bombs into the room then followed them by an arcing throw of Widow's Bites. She placed the heat vision goggles from her pocket over her eyes as she then moved into the room with batons at the ready. "Let's get this party started." She ducked at the incoming punch and jammed a baton into the chest of her attacker. The sizzle of the discharge was accompanied by a muted groan before a heavy thud to the floor. She threw an elbow into the presence she felt coming up behind her, tumbled out of the way, and came up firing another Widow's Bite.
North slipped in behind her and closed the door. Both guards were down already. He shrugged, clipping the mask on and handing one to her for the smoke.
"You know, I've always imagined this is how you enter the restaurant on a date. Smoke bombs and stun batons."
"You'll never forget the date that way," Natasha tossed over her shoulder. Once it was clear the few security guards were down for the count, she headed toward the nearest computer terminal. It was entirely too easy to hack into the system with the details provided by their contact and with a few clicks the HVAC system, specifically the ionizing chamber, was disabled and clear for the escape part of their plan to happen.
By the time Felicia and Jubilee had made it to the HVAC service area, the security room had been secured. All around them were the massive filtration systems that the biological and chemical labs relied on to maintain the safety of the research. Their target was an air distribution system that pulled in fresh air and circulated it through the labs. It was isolated from the rest of the building because it had an additional safety feature. The air returning from the labs went through a chamber and ionized under ultraviolet light, in order to destroy any possible pathogens in the air.
Likely for them, while the security room couldn't touch the security for the labs themselves, which was controlled internally, they did have control over the associated systems, and with the push of a button, shutdown the ultraviolet chamber. That left a clear, if incredibly tight, vent down into the labs themselves. A nightmare for anyone claustrophobic but perfect if you happened to be a tiny cat burglar.
"So, are we taking bets on who our mystery date is?" Felicia asked, getting herself situated to slide in head first. The tunnel was just barely wider than her shoulders, so she'd be going first, with Jubilee as the safety if she got stuck on her ankles. Literally; Felicia had control of the pulley line gun - was it really a heist if someone didn't use a grapple type gun? - to reel her through, Jubilee would be holding her boots and pulled along for the majority. "Closest guess gets a... what's the burglar equivalent of a pony?"
“Hmm. It could be a lot of people. I mean, did you get anything on them or is it another of those ‘go to point A, steal shiney thing, go to point C things because I get those a lot.”
Jubilee did indeed have Felicia by the boots in a tight grip as she allowed the woman to mostly pull her along. She was ready to brace them if anything happened but mostly she was just trying to make herself as light as possible.
“Hope Diamond. Although considering it was stolen from some temple in India once upon a time I’m sure someone would pay us to get it back to them. Sure, we’d have to steal it from the Smithsonian but think of how cool that would be?”
"Okay, closest guess gets to go steal the Hope Diamond for a weekend, I'm not getting into artifact politics against the Smithsonian. Heads up, corner," Felicia said, their slide coming to a halt as she released the grapple, wound it back to herself, and repositioned herself to shoot it down the left. Making an awkward curve around, they continued. "I'm saying female, someone we know of but have never met."
“We’ll need to get one of the magic types to de-curse it though.” Jubilee noted absently as she concentrated on keeping ahold of Felicia as they made the change. “Hmm, guess I should take male then, just to be different. Although, if we both went female, I could guess someone like that Granddaughter of Bucky Barnes, or was it daughter? Super Soldier type anyway. Maybe an offshoot of one of them?”
Felicia made an annoyed noise as they dragged along, twisting through the duct maze she’d memorized. “Oooh! Secret clone! Secret clone of someone we know! That’s my new bet,” Felicia hiss yelled, pausing at another juncture to repeat the return, angle, shoot. “We’re halfway there, put in the call?”
“Signal out.”
Jubilee tapped a button that would send an old style morse code tap to the watch of their mark. It was quick enough that it wouldn’t be detected and unique enough that it wouldn’t have been sent by anyone else.
Their contact's watch buzzed and they glanced at it for a moment, as anyone might a smartwatch, before reaching for their phone and sending a saved text to an anonymous email account, which would reroute it through several random satellites before sending it to a very specific burner phone. "Hockety pockety wockety wack! Odds and ends and bric-a-brac!"
“Secret Clones are so 2020 though, secret Asgardians are the new Black. Bet it’s one of the warriors three. The cute one with the sword.”
The rest of the journey was a long straight shot followed by an easily drilled out vent panel that Felicia caught just before it clanged to the ground below, twisting it around and pushing it to the side. "Please be Lady Sif, please be Lady Sif..." she chanted as she slipped through, with Jubilee on her literal heels.
Grabbing his gobag from beneath his desk, Clint glanced from the vent cover on the floor to the two women who'd dropped into the room and raised his eyebrows. "Ladies. Didn't expect to see you guys here." He'd already pulled his longer-than-usual hair back into a low ponytail, but there was nothing to be done with his beard and he hadn't gotten around to getting rid of the glasses he'd been wearing for show while undercover.
“Yes, I win! Clone!” Felicia yelled, raising a hand when they both opened their mouths to object. “Shh shh let me pretend, I’m trying to figure out if clones fit under the no coworker rule. Hey, babe. Ready to go?"
"I mean, I've never worked on your team, so we've never been coworkers, so even if I'm not a clone -- which I'm not -- I wouldn't fall under your 'no coworker' rule? Also, yes. Very ready to go. So ready," Clint said, grinning.
“Yeah, but your work wife is totally our teammate, so like, maybe but maybe not.” Jubilee quipped with a grin, being completely unhelpful as was her want. “And just because you say you’re not a clone…I mean, wouldn’t a clone totally say that?”
Jubilee would have added more to her theory but it was at that point the external alarm started it’s wail.
“Okay, that’s our signal to get out of Dodge.”
"Yeah, let's get on that," Clint agreed, nodding. "What's the extraction plan?"
“Isn’t he just the most optimistic fellow?” Jubilee teased in a good natured fashion. “We have protocols, which usually include such things as ‘in case of emergency, blow shit up’ but we shouldn’t need that here.”
She took a quick look around and then took off in the most likely direction based on the map she’d memorized before they’d arrived.
“We’re going to set off some internal alarms and then go through some doors that people don’t want us to go through. Then we get to pick up your work wife and her ‘it’s complicated, possibly by violent face stabbing’ and then! Then we get out of here. Any questions?”
"Would fire and smoke alarms help? Cause I've got a plan for that, just in case I ever needed to create some chaos. Also, I got bored," Clint offered, following along. He grabbed another burner phone from his gobag and held it up with a bit of a wiggle. "I can start 'em any time."
“It’s like you’ve worked with SHIELD as an operative or something.” Jubilee replied with a grin. “Punch it tall, blonde and ripped.”
"Or something," Clint agreed, grinning even as he punched in the code that would detonate the itty bitty whiz-bangers he'd cooked up in his spare time. They had a little more in the way of 'tiny fire starters' than 'tiny noise makers' and, considering he'd dropped a few in each of the paper shredders in the labs where he worked every week since he'd been here... well.
His anti-mutant 'colleagues' were in for a bit of fun.
As the first team left the facility, it was now the second team's job to neutralize the security. As Felicia and Jubilee headed to the expanded HVAC and air filtration service section, Natasha and North were on the way to main security, with its guards hopefully still unaware anything was wrong.
That was easier said than done as the clunky uniform hat Natasha had pulled low was annoying her more than it was worth as a disguise. Same with the uniform shirt she'd threaded her arms through. It wasn't precise or subtle but they didn't need either of those. They simply needed to breach the main security room quickly. The cameras were on loop and a quick visual scan of the two of them from any passers-by should register as facility guards and nothing more. The Widow's Bites were charged and ready to deploy as she scanned the hallway for any unexpected nuisances to crop up. She also had palmed a couple of smoke and stun bombs. Never could be too careful. They rounded a corner where no one was in sight and she muttered low to North, "We should run the next security training exercise for this place at this rate."
"They are far too confident with their external security. That's a nice gift for us." North said, slipping down the corridor with his back to the wall. The door to the security room had a keylock on it, and he pulled out one of their bypass kits. After attaching it, he counted down from five with his fingers and then activated it, unlocking the door for Natasha to breach.
Natasha kicked the door open with a precision strike to the lock. She threw several smoke bombs into the room then followed them by an arcing throw of Widow's Bites. She placed the heat vision goggles from her pocket over her eyes as she then moved into the room with batons at the ready. "Let's get this party started." She ducked at the incoming punch and jammed a baton into the chest of her attacker. The sizzle of the discharge was accompanied by a muted groan before a heavy thud to the floor. She threw an elbow into the presence she felt coming up behind her, tumbled out of the way, and came up firing another Widow's Bite.
North slipped in behind her and closed the door. Both guards were down already. He shrugged, clipping the mask on and handing one to her for the smoke.
"You know, I've always imagined this is how you enter the restaurant on a date. Smoke bombs and stun batons."
"You'll never forget the date that way," Natasha tossed over her shoulder. Once it was clear the few security guards were down for the count, she headed toward the nearest computer terminal. It was entirely too easy to hack into the system with the details provided by their contact and with a few clicks the HVAC system, specifically the ionizing chamber, was disabled and clear for the escape part of their plan to happen.
By the time Felicia and Jubilee had made it to the HVAC service area, the security room had been secured. All around them were the massive filtration systems that the biological and chemical labs relied on to maintain the safety of the research. Their target was an air distribution system that pulled in fresh air and circulated it through the labs. It was isolated from the rest of the building because it had an additional safety feature. The air returning from the labs went through a chamber and ionized under ultraviolet light, in order to destroy any possible pathogens in the air.
Likely for them, while the security room couldn't touch the security for the labs themselves, which was controlled internally, they did have control over the associated systems, and with the push of a button, shutdown the ultraviolet chamber. That left a clear, if incredibly tight, vent down into the labs themselves. A nightmare for anyone claustrophobic but perfect if you happened to be a tiny cat burglar.
"So, are we taking bets on who our mystery date is?" Felicia asked, getting herself situated to slide in head first. The tunnel was just barely wider than her shoulders, so she'd be going first, with Jubilee as the safety if she got stuck on her ankles. Literally; Felicia had control of the pulley line gun - was it really a heist if someone didn't use a grapple type gun? - to reel her through, Jubilee would be holding her boots and pulled along for the majority. "Closest guess gets a... what's the burglar equivalent of a pony?"
“Hmm. It could be a lot of people. I mean, did you get anything on them or is it another of those ‘go to point A, steal shiney thing, go to point C things because I get those a lot.”
Jubilee did indeed have Felicia by the boots in a tight grip as she allowed the woman to mostly pull her along. She was ready to brace them if anything happened but mostly she was just trying to make herself as light as possible.
“Hope Diamond. Although considering it was stolen from some temple in India once upon a time I’m sure someone would pay us to get it back to them. Sure, we’d have to steal it from the Smithsonian but think of how cool that would be?”
"Okay, closest guess gets to go steal the Hope Diamond for a weekend, I'm not getting into artifact politics against the Smithsonian. Heads up, corner," Felicia said, their slide coming to a halt as she released the grapple, wound it back to herself, and repositioned herself to shoot it down the left. Making an awkward curve around, they continued. "I'm saying female, someone we know of but have never met."
“We’ll need to get one of the magic types to de-curse it though.” Jubilee noted absently as she concentrated on keeping ahold of Felicia as they made the change. “Hmm, guess I should take male then, just to be different. Although, if we both went female, I could guess someone like that Granddaughter of Bucky Barnes, or was it daughter? Super Soldier type anyway. Maybe an offshoot of one of them?”
Felicia made an annoyed noise as they dragged along, twisting through the duct maze she’d memorized. “Oooh! Secret clone! Secret clone of someone we know! That’s my new bet,” Felicia hiss yelled, pausing at another juncture to repeat the return, angle, shoot. “We’re halfway there, put in the call?”
“Signal out.”
Jubilee tapped a button that would send an old style morse code tap to the watch of their mark. It was quick enough that it wouldn’t be detected and unique enough that it wouldn’t have been sent by anyone else.
Their contact's watch buzzed and they glanced at it for a moment, as anyone might a smartwatch, before reaching for their phone and sending a saved text to an anonymous email account, which would reroute it through several random satellites before sending it to a very specific burner phone. "Hockety pockety wockety wack! Odds and ends and bric-a-brac!"
“Secret Clones are so 2020 though, secret Asgardians are the new Black. Bet it’s one of the warriors three. The cute one with the sword.”
The rest of the journey was a long straight shot followed by an easily drilled out vent panel that Felicia caught just before it clanged to the ground below, twisting it around and pushing it to the side. "Please be Lady Sif, please be Lady Sif..." she chanted as she slipped through, with Jubilee on her literal heels.
Grabbing his gobag from beneath his desk, Clint glanced from the vent cover on the floor to the two women who'd dropped into the room and raised his eyebrows. "Ladies. Didn't expect to see you guys here." He'd already pulled his longer-than-usual hair back into a low ponytail, but there was nothing to be done with his beard and he hadn't gotten around to getting rid of the glasses he'd been wearing for show while undercover.
“Yes, I win! Clone!” Felicia yelled, raising a hand when they both opened their mouths to object. “Shh shh let me pretend, I’m trying to figure out if clones fit under the no coworker rule. Hey, babe. Ready to go?"
"I mean, I've never worked on your team, so we've never been coworkers, so even if I'm not a clone -- which I'm not -- I wouldn't fall under your 'no coworker' rule? Also, yes. Very ready to go. So ready," Clint said, grinning.
“Yeah, but your work wife is totally our teammate, so like, maybe but maybe not.” Jubilee quipped with a grin, being completely unhelpful as was her want. “And just because you say you’re not a clone…I mean, wouldn’t a clone totally say that?”
Jubilee would have added more to her theory but it was at that point the external alarm started it’s wail.
“Okay, that’s our signal to get out of Dodge.”
"Yeah, let's get on that," Clint agreed, nodding. "What's the extraction plan?"
“Isn’t he just the most optimistic fellow?” Jubilee teased in a good natured fashion. “We have protocols, which usually include such things as ‘in case of emergency, blow shit up’ but we shouldn’t need that here.”
She took a quick look around and then took off in the most likely direction based on the map she’d memorized before they’d arrived.
“We’re going to set off some internal alarms and then go through some doors that people don’t want us to go through. Then we get to pick up your work wife and her ‘it’s complicated, possibly by violent face stabbing’ and then! Then we get out of here. Any questions?”
"Would fire and smoke alarms help? Cause I've got a plan for that, just in case I ever needed to create some chaos. Also, I got bored," Clint offered, following along. He grabbed another burner phone from his gobag and held it up with a bit of a wiggle. "I can start 'em any time."
“It’s like you’ve worked with SHIELD as an operative or something.” Jubilee replied with a grin. “Punch it tall, blonde and ripped.”
"Or something," Clint agreed, grinning even as he punched in the code that would detonate the itty bitty whiz-bangers he'd cooked up in his spare time. They had a little more in the way of 'tiny fire starters' than 'tiny noise makers' and, considering he'd dropped a few in each of the paper shredders in the labs where he worked every week since he'd been here... well.
His anti-mutant 'colleagues' were in for a bit of fun.
