Operation: Poisoned Honey - Madrid II
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xp_logsMid-morning in Madrid, the team catch their assassin - and discover theirs is not the only trap.
"Right, I'm in position," Amanda said into her mic. She was perched - possibly rather precariously - on a rooftop opposite the target's apartment, having teleported up there to get the best view. At the least sign of trouble in the apartment, she could teleport straight in.
Remy didn’t look up from his paper, sitting in the front window of the cafe across the street. They’d been all over the woman’s life in the last day, studying her patterns and more importantly, those who interacted with her and in the neighbourhood. Patterns were forming, and those patterns became alarms when something new was introduced into them. His phone was set very obviously on the table, with a bluetooth earpiece in. It had been great boon to the modern stakeout when mobile phones had become obiquitious enough that no one even questioned a man sitting and talking softly into a headset. “Wanda, North, you ready to move.”
Wanda glanced over at North as they pretended to do work on the HVAC unit in the maintenance closet across the hall from the apartment. It had been easy enough to find clothes of repair workers - the few people who they'd passed on the way to the apartment in question hadn't even given them a second glance. No one paid attention these days. "Ready to go at any moment," she responded back, handing David a flashlight to keep them looking busy.
Peering into the unit with the flashlight, North answered an affirmative into the mic. “Powers are a go,” he added, briefly meeting Wanda’s eyes as he bent to retrieve a random tool from the bag at his feet, glad that his visions had stabalised by then. “Nothing expected in the nex—Wait. Someone’s entering the building.” The precog glanced at his watch. “Fifty seconds.”
Doug was manning a laptop in a small room about a kilometer away from Maria Atorrasagasti's apartment, using several different wifi connections to run the communications and his own efforts. "Accessing traffic cams..." Thankfully, Maria lived in an area that did have them. It took about ten seconds to get the feeds up, and he began watching for any signs. "Okay, possible identified - dark blue windbreaker."
Amanda took a breath and let herself drop through into the city, popping back up again inside the closet by Maria's front door. They'd decided against telling the woman what was going on - if she was being watched, any change of behaviour could trigger warnings for the assailants. "~I'm inside~," she barely whispered, not even realising she was speaking Spanish from her brief 'dip' into Madrid.
"Not seeing a support team at all." Odd. Normally, there would be some kind of backup - even something as basic as an idling car. But unless the man's planned escape was the Vespa that a sixteeen year old girl was leaning against, eating a slice of pizza, there was nothing else that fit. "Let him get to de door. 'manda, if he gets past North and Wanda, put him down hard."
“No.” North hefted the spanner in his hand and signalled to Wanda to wait as he slipped across the hallway to wait by the stairs. “Strangely enough, I have him. Attacker confirmed,” he added belatedly as the faint sound of footsteps echoed up the stairwell. “Let us not disturb Miss Atorrasagasti.”
It was a swift takedown. Tripping up the burly man, with a sharp kick to his knee the moment he stepped onto the landing, the spy took advantage of his disorientation (and ungainly flailing) and took him out with a spanner to the back of his neck. North prodded the prone body in the side with his foot. “Target down.”
"Scanning." Doug observed all the feeds, looking for someone to make a move toward Maria's apartment to back up their assailant. "Confirm no backup," he said after several long moments.
Once the all clear had been given, Wanda abandoned watching the other end of the hallway in favor of joining North and his new friend. Crouching next to the prone man, she started a quick pat down, prodding pockets and checking for anything of use.
No wallet, enough money in one pocket for a taxi or public transport and ... She fished out a crumbled note. All that it had written on it was a scribbled phone number.
There was a brief pause as Wanda read the telephone number out, then an explosive burst of profanity from Doug over the comms. It covered several languages, and was impressive in the amount of invective it packed into several seconds. Before Remy could scold him about comm discipline, he gave the news that was likely to endear the Cajun to him any further. "It's the Paris branch of the Hellfire Club."
Remy took the number, looking it over as a very dark thought settled into his mind. Compromise the network just long enough to draw them out; a stalking horse they had to respond to. Was the trap here, or was it back in New York. Either way, he had a very good guess who might be involved.
"Remy will call de number. Got whoever is on de other end on de line." They'd been set up. Not it was time to see what for.
"Right, I'm in position," Amanda said into her mic. She was perched - possibly rather precariously - on a rooftop opposite the target's apartment, having teleported up there to get the best view. At the least sign of trouble in the apartment, she could teleport straight in.
Remy didn’t look up from his paper, sitting in the front window of the cafe across the street. They’d been all over the woman’s life in the last day, studying her patterns and more importantly, those who interacted with her and in the neighbourhood. Patterns were forming, and those patterns became alarms when something new was introduced into them. His phone was set very obviously on the table, with a bluetooth earpiece in. It had been great boon to the modern stakeout when mobile phones had become obiquitious enough that no one even questioned a man sitting and talking softly into a headset. “Wanda, North, you ready to move.”
Wanda glanced over at North as they pretended to do work on the HVAC unit in the maintenance closet across the hall from the apartment. It had been easy enough to find clothes of repair workers - the few people who they'd passed on the way to the apartment in question hadn't even given them a second glance. No one paid attention these days. "Ready to go at any moment," she responded back, handing David a flashlight to keep them looking busy.
Peering into the unit with the flashlight, North answered an affirmative into the mic. “Powers are a go,” he added, briefly meeting Wanda’s eyes as he bent to retrieve a random tool from the bag at his feet, glad that his visions had stabalised by then. “Nothing expected in the nex—Wait. Someone’s entering the building.” The precog glanced at his watch. “Fifty seconds.”
Doug was manning a laptop in a small room about a kilometer away from Maria Atorrasagasti's apartment, using several different wifi connections to run the communications and his own efforts. "Accessing traffic cams..." Thankfully, Maria lived in an area that did have them. It took about ten seconds to get the feeds up, and he began watching for any signs. "Okay, possible identified - dark blue windbreaker."
Amanda took a breath and let herself drop through into the city, popping back up again inside the closet by Maria's front door. They'd decided against telling the woman what was going on - if she was being watched, any change of behaviour could trigger warnings for the assailants. "~I'm inside~," she barely whispered, not even realising she was speaking Spanish from her brief 'dip' into Madrid.
"Not seeing a support team at all." Odd. Normally, there would be some kind of backup - even something as basic as an idling car. But unless the man's planned escape was the Vespa that a sixteeen year old girl was leaning against, eating a slice of pizza, there was nothing else that fit. "Let him get to de door. 'manda, if he gets past North and Wanda, put him down hard."
“No.” North hefted the spanner in his hand and signalled to Wanda to wait as he slipped across the hallway to wait by the stairs. “Strangely enough, I have him. Attacker confirmed,” he added belatedly as the faint sound of footsteps echoed up the stairwell. “Let us not disturb Miss Atorrasagasti.”
It was a swift takedown. Tripping up the burly man, with a sharp kick to his knee the moment he stepped onto the landing, the spy took advantage of his disorientation (and ungainly flailing) and took him out with a spanner to the back of his neck. North prodded the prone body in the side with his foot. “Target down.”
"Scanning." Doug observed all the feeds, looking for someone to make a move toward Maria's apartment to back up their assailant. "Confirm no backup," he said after several long moments.
Once the all clear had been given, Wanda abandoned watching the other end of the hallway in favor of joining North and his new friend. Crouching next to the prone man, she started a quick pat down, prodding pockets and checking for anything of use.
No wallet, enough money in one pocket for a taxi or public transport and ... She fished out a crumbled note. All that it had written on it was a scribbled phone number.
There was a brief pause as Wanda read the telephone number out, then an explosive burst of profanity from Doug over the comms. It covered several languages, and was impressive in the amount of invective it packed into several seconds. Before Remy could scold him about comm discipline, he gave the news that was likely to endear the Cajun to him any further. "It's the Paris branch of the Hellfire Club."
Remy took the number, looking it over as a very dark thought settled into his mind. Compromise the network just long enough to draw them out; a stalking horse they had to respond to. Was the trap here, or was it back in New York. Either way, he had a very good guess who might be involved.
"Remy will call de number. Got whoever is on de other end on de line." They'd been set up. Not it was time to see what for.
