Summary:Scandal Savage is doing some recon and spots Dinah chasing down a stick-up crew Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Another day out on the city? Dinah was enjoying herself in one of her two or three favorite ways; getting into trouble! The reports of the criminals hideout, a stickup crew that were arming up for another score, had lead her to this particular part of town. Without the luxury of bat-planes and ziplines? The blonde woman in leathers arrives on scene around the corner from her 'target' in the saddle of her bike.
Operating at this time of day wasn't her usual thing, but sometimes you worked with what you had!
Warm, humid, overcast - and in a seedy bit of town with criminals and vigilantes nearby. It's far from being the perfect spot for a tourist, but Scandal's current sight-seeing is a little unconventional. Having tapped her assorted less-than-respectable contacts for leads, she has now posted herself on watch near the reputed hideout of a group of apparent independents who'd been ruffling a few more-established feathers. Not that she's exactly set on effecting any citizens' arrests, necessarily… but gathering a little first-hand intelligence might be useful should the Thunderbolts be called into action against this or any similar crews.
And engaging in a bit of homework for the semi-covert government unit doesn't preclude enjoying a choc-ice while sitting in the shade of an air-conditioning unit on the opposite building. Biker jacket unzipped and legs stretched out before her, Scandal feels quite relaxed… at least until a leather-clad cycling blonde arrives. To the Brazilian, that does not look as if it's a normal sight for any part of New York.
As nice as 'Choc-ice' might be, Dinah was without that particular enjoyment tonight. Instead, the Canary slings her leg from her bike and unzips her jacket. Even she wasn't above using weapons, and they tended to be all the better when you could reach them. Stepping sidelong, there's one last glance down the street before she slinks into the alleyway and out of sight.
Time to make her approach!
Of course, she wasn't expecting -too- much security, after all the criminals probably didn't know they were discovered yet, but it wouldn't take much for them to catch on and she couldn't indulge in the League's favored tactics of darkness at this hour of the day.
Taking care not to get herself silhouetted - to avoid casting a shadow down into the alley - Scandal pushes herself to her feet, accepts the risk of an ice-cream burn from an over-large mouthful in preference to discarding her luxurious treat, and moves to skulk along the roof, peering down at the leather-clad scout. Whatever this is, it looks set to be interesting…
There was no x-ray vision, spy cams or other gadgets to indicate who or what was in the room. All she had was the rumor that there was five or six of them and a hope that they weren't expecting someone to mess with them. Tempting as it might be for the dramatic kicking down of a door? Dinah wasn't bulletproof. The Canary was going to have to be smarter than that.
Slinking low, she's at a crouch as she makes to approach the windows, pressing her form near the frame and then attempting to 'peek' through. No dice, it was papered up. Now what? Left to contemplate all the 'good options'? She's unaware just yet that she's being observed. This was going to be a 'bad option' day.
Grimacing a little as her teeth protest at an excess of ice cream, Scandal resists the urge to make her presence known - at least, not just yet. Instead, she becomes motionless at the same time as the blonde comes to a halt below her, peering downwards with considerable interest. Interrupting a spy at work would just be rude, but she does start to wonder if the new arrival might be intending to venture in there while unaware of quite how dangerous it might be to do so…
Alright. Good plans weren't in great supply, so it seemed that Dinah was going to have to make do with a 'not so good' plan. Eyes flick to the nearby wall and she backs up, springing and pushing off the wall to catch a ledge and hoist herself up to the space above and then finally roll onto the rooftop of the hideout building. Away and out of sight, yet still ironically unaware of Scandal's observation of her, she looks for the vents of the air conditioning and reaches back into her jacket to pull out a small round object. One pull of a pin later and the smoke grenade is left to go rolling down into the ventilation system, followed by another for good measure. If she couldn't go in? Maybe she could get a few of them to come out!
Ooookay. The blonde evidently has some moves! And also something considerably more aggressive than *spying* in mind. Scandal rather hurriedly shifts to take cover as the stranger clambers upwards, peeking out to observe the unfolding of events - brows arching as a *grenade* is rolled into the ventilation system. A second follows… but no earth-shattering explosions or gouts of flame follow, which is at least somewhat encouraging. Scandal would frankly prefer to watch a bit longer and try to work out what on Earth is happening, rather than feel obliged to act on that pesky Thunderbolt membership and try arresting someone….
Soon enough, there's noise of confusion, faintly audible but audible none the less up the length of the tube as the would-be heisters contemplate the possibility of faulty wiring causing combustion and the risk of discovery if someone was to call the fire department. Soon enough? One of the men open the door, stepping outside. Non-descript and caucasian, he could look like anyone else on the street. Without weapons to wear openly at the very least.
Perfect. Leaping from the rooftop, the woman brings her feet forwards and catches the man on the shoulders before throwing her weight forwards, bringing him hard down into the pavement. Out cold, but hardly silent. Even she couldn't choke someone out that much bigger than her without risk of them making more noise.
A call comes from within, confusion and concern mingled with the cocking of a weapon, but the Canary was already slinking forwards, pressing herself beside the frame of the door and waiting for the first man to come through before she springs into action, snatching the gun from the man's hand and driving her elbow -hard- into his nose before she disappears through the door and into the smoke-filled room.
From outside? It was impossible to know exactly what was going on, but even from here the sounds of blunt impact against bodies and stray gunfire echo out…until they're replaced by a much shriller and louder burst of sound that has those papered-up windows exploding outwards.
What the hell was that?
Scandal silently winces in mild sympathy, imagining quite how much physical therapy the dropped-on guy might need to recover from that… but she merely creeps forward a little to ensure she retains her good view for as long as possible. Her lips purse when the blonde disappears inside, leaving the observer to debate whether or not to move to another vantage point… at least until she finds herself diving for cover.
Then she's lifting her head and blinking around, before cautiously pushing herself up again to peer over the edge and down through those now-absent windows. That was *not* like any of the wide array of conventional explosions she's encountered before. Even sonic weaponry doesn't sound like *that*!
Well, it was certainly easier to see in now. With four figures strewn about the room out cold, two more trying to scramble to their feet and furniture thrown all over the place it really -did- look like a bomb had gone off in there. Instead however, there was simply the blonde 'biker chick' in the midst of the chaos, reaching into her jacket and retrieving a pair of metal snap-open batons before she launches herself towards the two gunmen remaining.
Scandal leans farther forward, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she watches intently - more than a little interested in quite how this unfolds. She's rather less concerned for the blonde's safety than she had been a short while earlier, and now chiefly hopes to have the chance to study her technique… and form. And perhaps pick up some clue as to quite *what* might have caused that sonic detonation.
Even without Scandal leaping to her aid, eventually? The blonde manages to pummel her way through the two remaining attackers. There's some broken bones, some groans of pain, but for now? No sonic detonations. That however, didn't mean that there wasn't a show to see; petite as she might be, the blonde's technique is…impressive. Far beyond the skills one would expect of a civillian, cop or even military trained types. Not that Dinah really fit the bill for any of the above.
Letting out an exhale of relief and then working on catching her breath, there's even a little joyous chuckle from Black Canary as she looks at the chaos. Finally, she begins to walk over towards the overturned table and bends to try and retrieve a cellphone she'd seen before the craziness began.
Preparing to intervene, just in case reinforcements showed up or the remaining two had some unconventional talents of their own, Scandal zipped up her biker jacket, settled her studded leather gloves onto her hands, and hitched her fighting-mask up over the lower half of her face… but her gaze remained on the combat, and particularly the baton-wielding blonde. Now that *investigation* is underway, however, she opts to take the risk of moving into something closer to plain view - starting down her building's fire-escape, while continuing to watch through the blown-out windows.
Said heroine had been distracted by the task of trying to crack the password on the phone, stupid smartphones! But the woman eventually manages to break through and swiftly dials 911 before clearing her throat. The voice that she speaks with as she rattles off the address? It's considerably lower than normal pitch, almost modulated in itself, but it's enough to be sure the cops were on their way before she tosses the phone aside and looks up…only for her eyes to widen at the sight of some shape watching her from above. Only a glance out the corner of her eye, but she's turning to face Scandal directly.
Erk. Scandal pauses where she is on the fire escape, flashes an unseen grin behind her mask, and raises one hand to wave nonchalantly. For the time being, she refrains from speaking, just in case the phone line is still open or there's anyone else around to hear - but she definitely doesn't seem inclined to either flee or attempt to spring to the attack.