Summary:Danny and Oliver bust up a meeting of some crime familiar. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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The phone call came around midnight. Ollie opened the conversation with some light flirtation before he let her know that the Genovese Crime Family were trying to buy up construction contracts in Brooklyn. He was planning on interrupting a meeting at a construction site, and wanted to know if she was interested in joining. He gave her the address and a rough time to arrive. Then he waited.
The site is mostly a few stories of beams and flooring, with open outer walls and a lot of dirt surrounded by wooden fences. A big sign proclaims that it is the future sight of a new apartment complex. A very light rain falls, and the falling water is illuminated by the headlights of two cars, criss-crossing above the dirt lot of the site. Several men stand at the apex of the crossed-beams, dressed in suits and talking softly. A few other men linger back by the cars, smoking cigarettes and waiting.
The Green Arrow crouches on a rooftop across the street, his skin shining a bit from the wetness. He checks his watch and nods to himself, adjusting his better-packed, larger quiver.
That's useful information in more than one sense. There are a few acquisitions that Rand's been outbid on lately, but so far not enough of a pattern for anyone to notice anything unusual about it.
Her footsteps are light as she lands on the roof from an adjacent building, rolling into a crouch before closing the distance between them. "Wow," she murmurs as she reaches his shoulder. "They went all the way on the cliche meter, didn't they?"
He chuckles softly and glances over at her, tipping his cap to her. "It's called having style. Act like you live in a damn movie and people will treat you like you do. Why do you think we wear cool costumes and not just ski masks, hmm?" Green Arrow winks at her before he turns to peer down at the meeting, which looks to have only just begun.
"Alright, see that guy with the grey hat and matching tie? That's Angelino. He just got out of Rykers and he's trying to impress his uncle so he can be made an underboss." He gestures to one of the other men, who sports a trimmed beard and a scar on his neck. "Tino. Cold bastard. One of their hitters. Not sure why he's here and not a normal soldier." He furrows his brow a bit and shrugs, before he names the others. "Hmm. Matteo, Gabriele and Lorenzo. The one they're meeting with is Danny Coles. He runs most of the construction in Brooklyn. Usually a pretty decent guy, but his company was hit hard in the last recession. Might be looking for a way to buy out of it."
He glances over at her sidelong. "You look good in rain. Or, your costume looks good on you in the rain, I should say," he teases lightly.
"Hey, mine is traditional attire, thank you very much," Danny sniffs archly, taking up a spot at the edge of the roof to watch more closely as he lays out the players.
She tilts her head a bit as she places them all, thinking through what would bring them together. "So Tino first, then Angelino," she summarizes, mostly for herself. At his last, she looks back with a smirk of her own. "Eyes on the gangsters, slick. Wet t-shirt contest doesn't start until after midnight."
"Well, hat's off to the traditional designers, then." He pulls his gaze from her with a chuckle, though, and he watches the group. "Something's off. I don't trust the situation. We should hit fast before things go south." He glances over at her, and the Green Arrow offers that trademarked grin of his.
"Ladies first?"
Meanwhile, the door to the management trailer opens, and the mobsters glance over in surprise. Danny leaps behind his car, as the two people stepping out of the trailer open fire at the mobsters. They are dressed in street gangster chique, with semi-automatic rifles leveled. Their colors mark them as…
"…Vice Lords. Shit. Danny's trying to wipe out the mobsters, and you can bet they didn't come alone, either. Let's go."
Several cars begin zooming into the lot on both sides, as the meeting turns into a gang war.
"Why do these people always make such a mess?" Danny sighs dramatically, though a grin flashes at the ladies first comment. "Down she goes," she winks, backing up to take a running start before she leaps from the rooftop to a crane over the construction site, running along the slick metal as if it were a wide field, then sliding down a cable onto the top of the trailer.
Problem number one is the people with the guns. Guns are always a problem, even if she can stop or dodge bullets. Too much collateral damage, too much to work around.
Two men are down just in the first leap from the roof of the trailer, and she grabs one of the guns in the process, using it as a club to strike at the third man's gun, kicking it upwards.
He stands and moves out of the way of her charge, watching as she swings off of the crane like that. He whistles softly, impressed, and pulls and arrow from his quiver. "Now, how am I supposed to top that?," he grumbles to himself.
Both Vice Lords are dropped quickly by Iron Fist. Meanwhile, Green Arrow fires his first arrow at one of the cars as it zooms in, and it THUNKS into the hood of the car. Suddenly, and without warning, the engine dies. The car swerves and drives into a shallow ditch in the lot, rattling the occupants quite well. He then pulls another arrow and fires. It hits the second floor of the beam and flooring building, creating a zip line. He hooks his bow onto it and slides along it, unfastening it when over the lot. He falls and hits the earthen ground in a skilled roll, coming up to smoothly fire a taser arrow into the stomach of one of the soldiers, sending him to the ground.
The other car squeels to a stop, and four mobsters climb free, pistols and shotguns at the ready. "Fuckin' masks! Kill 'em! Ten grand to whoever brings me the Green Arrow's damn arrow-holder!"
"Come on, man. It's called a -quiver-! I -know- you know that!"
"Also, what are you going to do with the quiver?" Danny chimes in, flipping the gun over her shoulder like she's on a marching band rifle squad and busting up the third man's nose, taking him down with a sweep of her foot.
"Do you have a collection of heirloom arrows you need to carry more conveniently? Is this the new Brooklyn bro peacocking thing?" She holds on to the gun, but it seems solely for the purpose of using it as a blunt force weapon, hooking the next gangster around the neck with the length of the clip, then jerking him forward to meet the heel of her other hand right underneath his chin.
It's looking a little Jackie Chan up in here, honestly.
Iron Fist frops the crooks like dominos. One shouts, "My buddy ran into that chick in Harlem once! Iron Fist! Watch out! I heard she caught a bullet with her teeth!" This causes one of the men (Who was leveling a pistol at her) to hesitate and glance down at his gun. This leaves him open for the bolo arrow!
Green Arrow lets it loose, and the arrowhead explodes in mid-air, adding weight as the arrow itself breaks apart into chord, making a bolo. It wraps about the man's hands. A second arrow wraps a bolo around his ankles, sending him toppling and bound.
The mobster snarls at Iron Fist's quips, and he leans into his car. He slips back out with a Thompson, and he turns to level it at her. He holds down the trigger, and the sound of automatic fire fills the night.
See? This is why guns are the worst.
Danny can dodge some bullets, stop others, but she isn't actually bulletproof or really faster than a speeding bullet. And that is a whole lot of speeding bullets.
She takes a running start toward the man, diving into a roll and leaping as she rises again. Her fist glows once more, two more bullets bouncing off of it, before she claps that glowing hand over the muzzle, tilting her head at the man.
"Really?"
He wasn't unsuccessful, though. There are two spots on her side and one one her arm where blood mingles with the rain on her uniform.
He pulls the trigger again, and the barrel explodes. He stumbles back, bloodied from the shrapnel and very much out of the fight. One of the men charges Green Arrow with a knife, and he leaps to his feet and delivers a skilled roundhouse kick to the man's face. The thug goes flying, and Green Arrow follows it up with a net arrow, tangling two remaining Vice Lords together.
Just like that and the fight seems to be over, the various crooks lieing about unconcious or groaning. The vigilante taps his ear and waits a moment.
"Detective West? Yeah. The Southland Site. Mmmhm. Yeah, but Vice Lords, too. I'll be gone when you get here, don't worry. Goodnight."
He glances over at Iron FIst and makes his way over, frowning a bit when he sees the wounds. "Let's get out of here. A buddy is wrapping it up."
Danny drops the muzzle of the gun once the man is down, giving her hand a shake and only then seeming to realize she's acquired a few holes. "Yeah," she nods, pausing to offer a wry smile and a wave of her hand. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Not the first time, probably won't be the last."
She starts back toward the building, not even seeming to favor her side or her arm. "Though if you've got a quiet place I could lay low for a minute…" she asks, turning around to walk backwards with a playful grin.
He looks a bit impressed as she moves off without seeming to be hurt. "Yeah, if I got shot like that I'd at -least- whimper a bit," he grunts. The rain begins to pick up a bit…and soon it is pouring down atop the two of them. He adjusts his cap and grins, nodding. "I have a place a few blocks away where we can lay low. And it actually had a roof!"
Assuming she follows, he turns to hurry along to get out of the rain. By the time they are a block down and ducking into an alleyway, they can hear sirens. Sounds like Green Arrow's buddy is showing up. He leads her down an alleyway to an empty side street, trying to stay under some awnings to keep out of the rain as they move along.
"That's because you're a man," Danny winks before she turns back around, following him back to the safe haven. To be fair, it's not that it doesn't hurt. It hurts. It's just that Danny's spent a long time learning to just accept the pain and move through it. It's all part of the process.
It also helps that she's literally turned off the pain receptors in the area, but that's way less fun to admit to.
The rain is definitely making short work of the silk costume, but she doesn't seem particularly bothered by that either. In fact, her main frustration seems to be that her mask is slipping down over her nose, making breathing awkward unless she adjusts it every thirty seconds or so.
He hmmphs softly at that bit, but he grins back at her. His own mask is a glued on domino mask, so he isn't in much risk of it slipping off. Still, his costume is quite wet as well, even if it isn't silk.
They eventually come to an old apartment building, and he pauses at the back wall. He leans in and hits a switch hidden behind some plants, and a plank on a rope descends. He climbs onto it and offers his hand to her. If she takes it he wraps his arm about her waist and pulls her against him for 'balance'. Green Arrow grins down at her and hits the switch again, holding onto the rope with his other hand. The plank begins to rise along the side of the building.
Danny takes his hand, wrapping her good arm around his back as she looks back to the plank. "Clever," she approves, smile quirking. Of course, in the back of her mind, she also runs through the local properties and what she knows about them, but that's just a background thought.
A lot of these buildings are very old…and rent controlled. Many people have lived here for generations, though some newer folks have moved in. The plank takes them all the way to the roof…and a pigeon flies back them! It causes the plank to spin, and his grip on her tightens, holding her closer as he puts out a foot to halt the spin. He laughs softly, and climbs from the plank with her. He knows she could handle it herself, but an excuse to touch her is taken.
The rain pours down on a rooftop garden, a large pigeon coop, and a rooftop house. Most of Brooklyn can be seen from up here. He releases her and hurries to the coop, dragging a cover over the top to keep the birds a bit warmer. He's soaked through now, and he glances over, gesturing to the little house. It is a converted rooftop indoor garden, turned into a small house. Of course it's just one of his boltholes, but he doesn't say that.
He moves to the door and holds it open for her. Inside is a li ving room with a bunch of thrift store furniture, from old, scuffed tables and chairs, to a large, stuffed couch and an old television and such. A kitchen can be seen through one archway, along with a door to the bathroom, and an archway to a bedroom. "Home again, home again…"
"You were not kidding about the pigeons." That seems to amuse Danny more than anything else, as she looks over the little coop.
She's glad enough to get out of the rain though, immediately and un-self-consciously starting to strip out of her top. Sure, there's a bra and underneath, but the shirt is coming off.
The evidence from the bloodstains is much clearer there. One through and through in her upper arm, and two holes in her right side. Her left side, though, has its own distraction in the form of a large, dark, stylized dragon across her ribs. "You have a first aid kit?" she asks, checking out the wounds.
"I was not kidding about the pigeons. You totally thought I was, though," he replies with a teasing grin. He closes the front door behind them and makes his way over to what turns out to be a fireplace. He takes off his cap and tosses it aside, before removing his quiver and bow and hanging them up. He begins to prep the fireplace when she slips out of her top.
He glances over and his gaze lingers. "Hm? Oh! Yeah." He steps away from the fireplace for a moment as he walks into the kitchen. He opens a cabinet and pulls out a metal military first aid kit. He walks over to her and grins. They are both soaked through, and it's more then a little chilly. He brushes his hair from his eyes. "Fire?," he asks, glancing at the fireplace.
"Fire," Danny agrees with a crooked smile, popping open the first aid kit to pull out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "If you can get that started, don't mind me for a few minutes. I'm going to take care of this whole…extra holes problem."
She moves over to a relatively clear spot on the floor, settling in cross-legged. First, she pours a liberal amount of the hydrogen peroxide into the holes. Then she sets the bottle down, sets her hands on her knees, and closes her eyes.
He arches an eyebrow at that and then nods. He turns away and goes back over to the fireplace. He kneels and puts a few small logs in from the stack beside it, before turning on the gas. After a moment of letting the gas build he pulls out a match and lights it, tossing it onto the logs. They flare to life and he sits back. He leans down and peels his boots off, tossing them aside unceremoniously.
"Ugh. I love schooling crooks and all that, but it's good to be home." He flops back onto the carpet and stares at the ceiling, before his gaze drifts to her. He waits for her to finish meditating, just watching her quietly.
As Danny meditates, that golden glow that he's seen in her fist seems to light up more of her. First it centers in the pit of her stomach, then slowly it migrates to the bullet wounds on her side. As he watches, he can see the glow fill them, then the flesh slowly knitting itself together in time with her breaths. Two bullets fall out with a quiet tink against the floor.
Once the wounds in her side are reduced to shallow pits, the glow travels up to her arm, where the process repeats. And when it's finished, she lets out a slow breath, peeling open one eye with a smirk.
"Ta da."