Just Another Tuesday Night...(MGH)

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American Dream, Hawkette, Network and Topaz

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IC Date:
04/23/13 12:30

Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich Village

After the bar has closed for the evening Topaz has unexpected company

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==[ Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich Village ]==

One must descend a flight of black slate stairs flanked by walls papered in rock concert programs before discovering...

This is no ordinary urban mecca. This is no sports bar, no yuppie hipster watering hole. This... is the famed Voodoo Lounge.The lights are recessed into the wall, and of a golden hue, dimmed low enough that one can see where one is going, but still be able to consider the atmosphere intimate. People more than a dozen feet away will appear as mere shadows until one is right up on them. The walls are paneled in mahogany wood. The bar, that travels down the left side of the room is teak with a black marble top, polished to a fare-thee-well. Taps are visible just past the lip of the countertop. There's a recess in it so that a bartender can slide drinks to the waiting patrons. Behind the bar, the expected mirror -- this one beveled on the edges. Glasses and more elaborate drinkware hangs upside down from a wooden rack above.

The barstools appear to be leather and wood, but they are reinforced to handle patrons of superhuman size. The floor is carpeted in plush brown carpet, thick enough to sink into, though nothing seems to ever reach it if anything is spilled. There are cozy tables and booths clustered at the front and back of the room. A long, thickly stuffed leather sofa, also in brown, is along the entire front wall and side wall. A hidden moving light casts random shapes and sigils around the room in muted hues -- slowly enough so it's ambience-enhancing rather than disorienting. Potted palms flank the door and stand in the corners. There are hanging plants above the tables, leaves dripping lazily down toward the floor, but not enough to impede anyone there. Carefully hidden speakers pipe music into the room that varies from the contemporary to the exotic. There is no television behind the bar. The back wall has a floor-to-ceiling fountain that trickles away serenely. A few feet in front of the back wall is a modest stage, also set with small tables if there's no one performing.The entire vibe is like someone set a bar in a cozy little alcove in some exotic place far removed from New York City.


Closing time. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. In the wee hours of the morning, all of the staff has wandered off. All the customers have gone elsewhere. All that remains is Topaz to lock up. Just another night at the Voodoo Lounge.

Until the door's kicked in. Six men, dressed in white and black. Full face masks with ski-goggles. Jackets straight out of the 80s and a jaunty black berret. They'd be almost comical if they weren't armed with submachine guns.

Where did they come from? Seems they were in a big, unmarked, white van. It just pulled up in front of the Voodoo Lounge and the men got out. Then bashed their way inside.

"Give us the drug sample!" The lead gun-toting, berret wearing terrorist shouts as the men fan out. Most of the guns are aimed Topazward.

After a final wipe down of the bar and a double check that all the beverages are restocked and the drink condiments are put away Topaz makes her way toward the stairs that lead up to her apartment. She feels the hostility before the men crash in, her ward on the door tipping her off that someone or in this case someones are coming. She makes it back behind the bar as the group of gun carrying men burst down the stairs, but she isn't paniced. The bar blocking the view of her hands, her hands begin to make arcane signs, "It's downstairs." she moves her head in the direction of the basement door. She isn't going to warn them of the magical traps that protect her Sanctum, they can learn that the hard way.

Network had set up some research about the woman she had met earlier when she was informed about the situation by American Dream, and so she had given herself access to the closest trafic camera to Topaz' bar. The picture it delivered was not great, but enough for an autonomous action analyser to plup up a possible alert when the guys swarmed over to the bar and kicked the door open. The blurry picture however was not food enough to give proof for either an assault or just a group of people that were going to pick up their drunken pals, so Network did call the number of the bar as she started from some rooftop for a late tour she had planned anyways.

Sure, Greenwich is a bit far from Kate's typical patrol route around Central Park. For some reason she feels like stretching out her legs after she's been 'switched back'. The Park's been cleared and now Kate's expanding her circle. Something about her still feels mature, and she's not sure if 'Hawkeye' will return at any given moment. She hops from rooftop to rootop until she comes across Voodoo. Kate's not old enough to go clubbing, so she has no experience with the establishment. However, the big van that pulls up in front seems rather ominous, as do the men that pour out wearing outfits from a bad Van Damme movie. "Hmm..." The young woman says, "This looks like a job for..." She chuckles to herself and doesn't finish the sentance and makes her way down the fire escape, slipping along the shadows as she tries to see what's going on.

Inside the bar, the leader seems pleased that Topaz is cooperating. "Go get it." He motions with his SMG towards one of the revolutionaries, then towards the door. The ordered goon heads for the door, opens it up, steps past... and screams as his clothes burst into flame. He throws himself onto the ground and begins rolling around. Two of the terrorists hurry forward to help put out the flames.

That's when the phone rings.

The leader presses the trigger and the phone behind the counter explodes under a hail of gunfire. "Disarm the traps." He growls.

Shooting a phone results generally in one thing: the line goes dead. And if a line goes dead, it means generally nothing good when you just called it. So Network changes the direction to dive towards the bar, speeding up to cut time. That seemed like alert-time. Tapping into the police lines, she dropped an anonymous call at 911 that something seemed to be going on at the Voodoo Loungue - cleanup personal is better to be called early.

An eyebrow quirks, Topaz shows no surprise at the fire, and her wince and jump at sudden gunfire isn't enough to stop her experienced spellcasting. "No." she tells the gunman, her tone simple and matter of fact. "Though if you would like you can discuss it with my friend." her gesturing arms come up and final movements are made as she utters the simple summoning phrase required for the instantanous teleportation spell, to bring American Dream to the bar.

Kate Bishop makes her way to the van, taking a chance to look inside. If there's anyone else lurking inside, she sttempts to incapacitate them before moving onto the Lounge itself.

American Dream was in the middle of a ten mile run. Her evening cooldown just before bed. Which means when she suddenly finds herself in the middle of the bar? She's in a pair of running shorts, sneakers, and a red, white, and blue sport's bra (part of the van Dyne Avengers Collection, available at a botique near you). It also means she's without her shield.

"What... oh..." Dream takes in the situation quickly, grabs a bar stool, and throws it hard at the leader. He opens fire, turning the stool into sawdust. On the floor, the two terrorists helping the burning guy just about have the fire out. The remianing two gunmen seem startled by the sudden appearance of a super model in the bar.

Outside, Kate enters the van. There is, in fact, one guy left behind - the driver in case a quick getaway is needed. He goes down from a nice punch to the jaw.

Topaz isn't trained for the type of fighting that Dream is, but she is familiar with bar brawls, and magical duels. Both of which give her enough of an edge to use to brief moment of Dream's appearance to its fullest. An arm extends toward one of the gunman, her TK magic coming at her call. Her fist clenches as she uses the TK to make a grab for the gun and attempt to wrench it from the Badgys hands.

With the buzzing sound of her energy shields and repulsors Network descends just in front of the bar, jumping forward through the open door. Drawing up a situational analysis, she dives vor the gunman that is not struggeling to keep his gun in hands and not facing the model in... well, charming sports wear, attempting a high kick just followed by a punch towards the solarplexus.

After dispatching the getaway driver, Kate turns and makes her way into the bar, but not before Netwrok steps in first. She draws her bow and knocks a blunt arrow at the ready. She continues to keep to the shadows and slips in assessing the scene. She takes a second to cock her head and assess Dream's outfit.. "Cute... If I knew it were that kind of party I would've left half of my outfit in the alley." She says with a smirk before sending the arrow towards the back of a gunman's knee, quickly loading another.

Gunman A finds himself fighting with his own weapon as it begins to fly from his hands. It tries to get away. He tries to keep hold of it. Its a struggle of Topaz's mind and Gunman A's brawn.

Gunman B turns towards the door as the electric whine of Network's armor whistles. He has just enough time to open fire on with a single three bullet burst before her drop kick drops him to the ground.

Gunmen C and D rise up, guns at the ready, as they hear the gunfire. Gunman C, however, goes right back down as Kate's blunt arrow rams into the back of his knee, tumbling him down in pain. Gunman D opens fire, a full automatic spray towards the door. Network and Kate are both potential targets.

Leader Guy opens fire as well, trying to put down American Dream. She hisses as a bullet clips the back of her thigh while she's diving for cover behind the bar. That doesn't stop her from popping up, grabbing a serving tray and throwing it hard like a frisbee. The serving tray knocks the leader in the head and he stumbles backwards, one side of his goggles shattered.

A frown comes to Topaz's face as the GunmanA has a death grip on his weapon. She may be physically as strong as an average woman, but mentally (and magically) she is as strong as some superheros and equally as clever, if not more so. For instance, instead of pulling harder on the gun to wrest it from GunmanA's hand, she instead shoves it back toward him and upward, her arm micking a smiliar motion, so it will smack him in his cocky, 80's wannabe face.

Network winches as the bullets deform on her shield, resulting in crackeling ripples on the energy field, but they bounce off harmless. "Better get some bigger guns" she taunts as she pulls up the just tossed down enemy to toss it at his shooting buddy so they are both out for a longer time. Hopefully.

Kate Bishop notices the gunman about to open fire. Capt. Obvious yells over to Network. "DUCK!!" Kate does her best to find cover yet still find a chance to send off another arrow. "What happened?" she asks in the midst of the gunfight. "Did Member's Only have a reunion?"

In a moment of cartoon fun, Gunman A is pulling, pulling, pulling on his weapon in order to keep hold of it. Then, the direction of intertia switches suddenly and the gun pistol whips him in the head. He goes down, blood from his broken nose ruining his nice, white mask.

Gunman B goes flying across the room, thrown by Network. He batters into Gunman D and they both go down in a heap. Gunman B seems out for the count. He's not moving. D, on the other hand, is shoving his comrade off of him.

Gunman C, meanwhile, fires from his kneeling position. His fire is focused on the most obvious target. That would be the glowing one, Network.

American Dream takes advantage of the leader's momentary disorientation. She leaps from behind the bar and throws an uppercut. He manages to dodge and then swings his gun, trying to ram it into Dream's face. She blocks and lands a short jab into the leader's solar plexus.

The More bullets hit the violet armor, the more the shields glow, but not to a point close to failiure yet. It's designed to hold off submachinegun fire after all. "Didn't I just told yea?" she taunts, checking if the cops are already pulling in. Instead of attacking the shooter, she hovers up a bit, reaching for the control of the rooms power. "You like Flashdance, girls?" Nothing better to disorient people than removing light for a second and then turning it into a stroboscope.

A glance goes Dream's way but no comment is given about her attire, or lack there of, just a grim smile is given, Topaz will save apologies for later as well. Now though there are still gunman trying to wreck her bar and her allies and that just won't do. Having a good TK grip on the gun now, her wrist flicks, tossing it through the the door into the basement, out of reach of any gun man, unless they want to risk more traps. When the lights go down the golden glow that comes from her hands are noticable but fade as the golden glow goes from hands to eyes. Fingers touch temples a moment and she throws her hands foward, there is no visual effect but GunmanD would certainly feel the effect of her magical psionic blast.

The problem with using light to disorient attackers is the fact that is also disorients herself. Kate was about to send an arrow at the gunman who seems to be targetting Network (C), but the lights go out before she's got a sure shot. She sends the arrow flying anyways, hoping to get a decent hit. "We really can do without the disco lights, XJ-9."

The arrow doesn't fly true but, given what a marksman Hawkette, is it still hits a glancing blow. It, and the sudden flashing lights, disorients him and Gunman C's autofire chatter slides away from Network and towards the bar. Towards Topaz!

Gunman D manages to push Gunman B off of him. And that's when he gets hit by the most intense, horrible migrane a man's ever had. D drops his gun and screams in pain and then collapses. Out like a light.

The leader and American Dream remain locked in combat. He's good. Very good. But its clear with each exchange that he isn't quite up to taking on an Avenger. Dream sports a few bruises. He's moving slower each time he's hit. Worse, things are going south. With a desperate leap, he dodges away from a legsweep by American Dream, grabs a grenade from his belt and drops it on the floor. Smoke begins pouring out, filling the room. Making it hard for anyone to see. Especially with those flashing lights up above.

Network's Armor still glows from the impacts, but instead of keeping up the stroboscope, she jumps for the door to block a possible escape. The next revision so was going to have an infrared night vision system...

Wood splinters fly and glass bottles shatter as stray bullets hit the wooden bar and bottles of alcohol lined up on the shelves behind it. Topaz lets out a cry, though it is unclear if it is pain or anger. She ducks and covers behind the bar covering her head with her arms as bullets and glass rain down around her.

Kate Bishop grumbles as the gunman begins to shoot at the bar. "Dammit!" She says, but the smoke invades faster than she can get off another shot. "Note to self: Put some form of HUD in these glasses." She takes off her sunglasses, pulls the bow over her shoulder and pulls out her rapier. She keeps low and tries to move closer to the nearest assailant, though the smoke is making it nearly impossible to discern friend from fow.

Gunman C, the only one still capable of action, wasn't expecting the smoke grenade either. He slowly gets to his feet, limping, as he tries to make his way through the bar toward the door. Which is when he runs into Kate Bishop.... and her rapier. His face meets the hiltguard. He goes down.

American Dream chases after the leader. She doesn't stop him. Nor does Network. Something brushes by her in the smoke and she can't stop him. A moment later, the van starts. Tires squeal. Dream runs out into the street but the van's already around a corner and gone.

Topaz coughs as the smoke fills the bar. The place doesn't have much in the way of windows, and what it does have doesn't open. When the sounds of fighting cease and the last thud is heard, she tentatively stands up, covering her mouth and nose with one of the clean towels behind the bar. "Anyone hurt?

Network frowns as she passes him barely, meeting up with American Dream outside, staring at the smoke trail "Someone should have taken out the car..." she mutters more to herself. "but are all ok?"

Kate Bishop coughs as she toes the limp body of the gunman that met her sword. She sheathes it and then looks around. "I'm good.. Not sure about the rest of the crew here, though." She starts checking to bodies for identification. "I'm sure the police will be here in any moment. We'll need to make this quick before they contaminate.."

"Damn." American Dream mutters. "We'll just have to hope the others know something." In fact, there are sirens in the distance. The 911 call Network made earlier has finally spurred action in the city that never sleeps. "Ms. Topaz, can you magic away the smoke? Kate, find one that won't be out for hours and drag him out here. We'll ask some questions."

Network sighs as the police comes just a minute late. Eying the guys she pulls up some databases to cross-check their equipment "The guns are standard Hekler and Koch MP5, 9mm version. Good thing: that is quality stuff. Bad thing: you can find them in bunches all over the world. Black and white color shemes in uniforms are not that common, especially not in black ops. I can only think of SHIELD at the moment, but they don't usually send Black Ops teams that open fire. That's not their Modus Operandi. Any idea what they wanted?" she summarizes.

Squinting through the smoke, Topaz moves around the bar and heads toward the voices. "You can take one downstairs. There are chairs down there, I'm sure one of you has a way to secure him to one?" she waves a hand in front of her face, with little effect "Magic the smoke away?" her tone suggests a bit of frustration at the request, but she complies making a humming noise and muttering to herself about different spells she settles on a 'wicked wind' spell "Make sure the doors are propped open and brace yourselfs." she isn't kidding either. After a few moments of wand waving and chanting in that mystical tongue of hers. A buffeting gale of wind whips through the room wafting up all the smoke and funneling it out the doors.

Kate Bishop drags a body over to a pile she's already started. "Not sure which one is more 'awake'... and I'm not sure how you want to wake them.." She looks over to Topaz. "We gotta bucket of water?" She turns to Dream. "You might wanna grab something to cover up with. The cops'll be distracted enough." The young woman says with a slight snicker. "Wait!" She says after sudden realization. "You got hit. Are you hurt?" The time she has for concern is shortened when the gale forms and she grabs hold of a door jam to keep from getting knocked over.

Dream glances down at her leg. There's a graze wound across her calf. "I'll be fine." She says. "And we don't have time." With the smoke gone, she walks into the bar and grabs the first goon she comes across, dragging him across the room. "These gentlemen work for the Underground Liberated Integrated Mobile Army To Unite Mankind. Ultimatum. They are a terrorist organization dedicated to destroying all nations and replacing it with a single world government. Under their control, of course." Dream slams the guy against the wall. He groans. She slams him again. He groans more. "Awake? Good. I just want you to know Frank Castle is outside. That's right. The Punisher. You tell me why you are here... or I turn you over to him."

That brings out a babbling story. The five gunmen make up a local cell of ULTIMATUM. The leader, a man named Monet, comes from another cell. They aren't sure which one. They were gathered together to come grab something from the bar owner. They weren't sure what.

While Dream is questioning the bay guy, Topaz moves around the bar, she to has lacertations covering her arms and a few on her face, but none serious, she rights stools as she goes from badguy to badguy. She touches them breifly, checking for vitals and pulling enough lifeforce from them to keep them asleep long enough to get into custody at least. She doesn't go as far as healing them though. At the perphiary of her emapathic senses, they aren't focuses on anyone in particular, she can feel the Questionees fear (and if his is telling the truth) and that Dream is bluffing but isn't going to call her on it.

Network keeps the door held open while the wind blows, then joins the others. "Monet like the artist? Well, we will find and uproot him. Your boss, did he knew more?" she demands, putting a hand on Shannon's arm to stop another beat. Good cop bad cop. "If you talk now it might help you with your trial oh, wait, they will charge you with terrorism... And if I am informed right that skips trial and goes streight to Guantanamo. So want not to end there? Talk."

Kate Bishop just watches the others as she tries to clean up the bar. She watches the door as the cops threaten to make their way inside. "Ultimatum, huh? Do they have a history? Is this part of their gig?"

Its clear the gunman doesn't know more. Its also clear Monet does. And that Monet is likely not his real name. Dream swirls the gunman around and binds his hands with a handy bit of rope. Then she pushes him towards the pile.

"ULTIMATUM is run by a man called Flag-Smasher. He's an idiot but he's skilled. They're not as big as HYDRA but they are a threat." She glances up. "Anyone who doesn't want to get detained by the police should probably scatter now. I can deal with the paperwork."

Network pulls up the databases once more "Well, stuff is not too clear, but there confirmed to be being quite brutal and that they had worked together with Flag Smasher. That guy who made his own state before blowing himself up. Hell, the only Kill of Cap since WWII was one of their's." she mentions. "Police is on the way, might be here any second. So whoever wants to make a clean or decent escape..." she then adds, nodding at Dream

Kate Bishop nods to Dream, since her identity is still secret, if not a bit off-kilter lately. "Thanks. Call me if you need anything." She waves to dream and nods to Topaz, handing her a card. "Here, for the damages. If the insurance comes in short." She says with a shrug and finds shadows to move with, though the shadows are getting smaller due to increasing lights from oncoming cruisers.

Topaz looks around her bar with a sigh after the checks the last downed gunman "Guess the bar will be closed a couple of days for repair work." she moves to Kate "Thank you, but that is not necessary. I have a crew." she takes the card and tucks it away. As if she needs insurance (for repairs), she has magic. As this is her bar and technically her home she isn't going anywhere, she will stay with Dream to face the police and paperwork.

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