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nextgenerationmarvel2013-08-24 06:32 pm
ngm_villains) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-08-24 06:32 pm
Veridian Under Siege
Time: 11:00 am Friday
Where: Veridian Dynamics
Who: Purifiers, Vargas, Marcelo, Sage, possibly others
What: The Purifiers have chosen to make a statement, and Marcelo's corporation is the unfortunate target.
Warnings: Possible violent content.
The time had come for the Crusade to make a big statement, to show its power and purpose to a world that seemed drifting towards damnation. The Brethren had made their orders, and Vargas was to lead a handpicked group of Purifiers in an assault on a major corporate power that had aligned itself with the mutant curse. Originally, Vargas had insisted they assault Shaw Industries directly but it had been vetoed by the Brethren on the grounds that Shaw Industries was a virtual fortress, possessed not only of defences but of actual weapons systems that would likely have turned any effort at attack into a bloody debacle, let alone the presence of numerous powerful mutants, but also because Veridian was an international corporation and the effects of the attack would echo beyond the borders of the United States.
They would make the approach by two directions, one from underground, blasting into the subbasements of Veridian and the other from the ground, approaching in an armoured helicopter. The attack from the ground would be directed by twenty armoured Purifiers, men equipped with heavy weaponry and armour proof against all but the strongest of attacks. From the air would descend another twelve, modern-day Disciples and Apostles, armed the same but made up of the most experienced and capable members of the organization, all former military men, mostly former special forces. Along with them would go Vargas himself, brandishing the blade he'd found many years ago, near the beginning of his personal war against the forces of genetic corruption.
Though he was the commander of this mission, he knew that in the end, he was naught but a servant, a faithful slave to the One True God, the Lord of Hosts. He had spent the journey to the Veridian Dynamics tower in prayer and contemplation, eagerly imploring the Lord's blessing in what they had to do. Their misson was to make a wreckage of Veridian Dynamics and seize Marcelo Alencar da Silva as a hostage. Vargas would have preferred that he be made a bloody example of, but the Brethren were wise and believed he had value as a hostage. Getting Veridian, the most important company to so far subscribe to the Shaw girl's blasphemous drive to accept mutants into the body politic to abandon the plans and getting rid of a prominent mutant sympathsizer to Brazil would be victories. He would trust his masters, both Earthly and Heavenly. He was a soldier, pledging his sword for Father, Son and Holy Spirit. To doubt or question was not his to do.
As they approached, they opened up fire against the side of the building. It was then that they got their first surprise. While the Vulcan cannon they used was capable of shattering individual panes, it wasn't capable of inflicting collateral damage. In fact, it was barely doing the job on individual panes as it was. Clearly, the glass being used in Veridian wasn't ordinary. But it didn't take long for enough of the top few floors to be cracked open for the teams to go in, lead by Vargas himself. The security guards armed with tasers and net guns were another small surprise, though the tasers were useless against the armoured shell of the Purifiers and even the nets, while somewhat inconvenient, assumed ordinary human targets or close to them. Knock-out gas would have been highly effective, save for the full NBC protection offered by the Purifier armour.
In the end, the difference lay almost as much in the intent of the Purifiers. Veridian security had likely been organized around preventing theft and vandalism against motley bands of supervillains or mere terrorists, not military-trained men with heavy weaponry bent on making a statement about the enduring power of their faith before the world.
Where: Veridian Dynamics
Who: Purifiers, Vargas, Marcelo, Sage, possibly others
What: The Purifiers have chosen to make a statement, and Marcelo's corporation is the unfortunate target.
Warnings: Possible violent content.
The time had come for the Crusade to make a big statement, to show its power and purpose to a world that seemed drifting towards damnation. The Brethren had made their orders, and Vargas was to lead a handpicked group of Purifiers in an assault on a major corporate power that had aligned itself with the mutant curse. Originally, Vargas had insisted they assault Shaw Industries directly but it had been vetoed by the Brethren on the grounds that Shaw Industries was a virtual fortress, possessed not only of defences but of actual weapons systems that would likely have turned any effort at attack into a bloody debacle, let alone the presence of numerous powerful mutants, but also because Veridian was an international corporation and the effects of the attack would echo beyond the borders of the United States.
They would make the approach by two directions, one from underground, blasting into the subbasements of Veridian and the other from the ground, approaching in an armoured helicopter. The attack from the ground would be directed by twenty armoured Purifiers, men equipped with heavy weaponry and armour proof against all but the strongest of attacks. From the air would descend another twelve, modern-day Disciples and Apostles, armed the same but made up of the most experienced and capable members of the organization, all former military men, mostly former special forces. Along with them would go Vargas himself, brandishing the blade he'd found many years ago, near the beginning of his personal war against the forces of genetic corruption.
Though he was the commander of this mission, he knew that in the end, he was naught but a servant, a faithful slave to the One True God, the Lord of Hosts. He had spent the journey to the Veridian Dynamics tower in prayer and contemplation, eagerly imploring the Lord's blessing in what they had to do. Their misson was to make a wreckage of Veridian Dynamics and seize Marcelo Alencar da Silva as a hostage. Vargas would have preferred that he be made a bloody example of, but the Brethren were wise and believed he had value as a hostage. Getting Veridian, the most important company to so far subscribe to the Shaw girl's blasphemous drive to accept mutants into the body politic to abandon the plans and getting rid of a prominent mutant sympathsizer to Brazil would be victories. He would trust his masters, both Earthly and Heavenly. He was a soldier, pledging his sword for Father, Son and Holy Spirit. To doubt or question was not his to do.
As they approached, they opened up fire against the side of the building. It was then that they got their first surprise. While the Vulcan cannon they used was capable of shattering individual panes, it wasn't capable of inflicting collateral damage. In fact, it was barely doing the job on individual panes as it was. Clearly, the glass being used in Veridian wasn't ordinary. But it didn't take long for enough of the top few floors to be cracked open for the teams to go in, lead by Vargas himself. The security guards armed with tasers and net guns were another small surprise, though the tasers were useless against the armoured shell of the Purifiers and even the nets, while somewhat inconvenient, assumed ordinary human targets or close to them. Knock-out gas would have been highly effective, save for the full NBC protection offered by the Purifier armour.
In the end, the difference lay almost as much in the intent of the Purifiers. Veridian security had likely been organized around preventing theft and vandalism against motley bands of supervillains or mere terrorists, not military-trained men with heavy weaponry bent on making a statement about the enduring power of their faith before the world.
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"Why, Miss Shaw, getting married awfully young." He blinked and shook his head. Now was not the time to get dizzy.
"I may need help walking. So not going to make futebol tomorrow."
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Fortunately, it was easy for her to help him up, her strength getting him up as slowly and gently as she could up to his feet. "Don't worry about your weight. Just lean on me, I can handle it."
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He leaned heavily on Stephanie. "Hope Sage gets to Papai. He probably wants to be at the wedding."
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Adrenaline? She would share if she could, or the crazy high of stored kinetic eergy that plotted out all the pain. Emotionally, Stephanie Shaw was a mess. But in sheer physical terms, despite all the bumps and small cuts, she felt wonderful.
She wasn't going to go too fast with him in his condition but they could make a steady pace. Now, the next question was ... elevator or stairs? She didn't know for sure if the elevators were all still working, but it'd be faster and easier to keep him steady.
"Any reason we shouldn't just take the elevator? Because I don't think all these flights of stairs are going to be great for you." She looked over at him.
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"Hey." He just noticed something. "You're half naked."
He blinked hard to try to clear his head and consider her question. "I'll have to override, but elevators should be good. Provided someone doesn't make them plummet. You'll be fine though."
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"All right. Time to override the elevators. We can ride it to ground floor and get you out. Sage will get your father out, I'm sure." She was actually quite confidant in that. If he was alive, Sage would find him.
"You need to get to a hospital and into surgery."
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He fumbled his badge out of his pants pocket and found the hidden pad recessed into the wall by the elevator buttons. He let his badge get scanned and typed in Stephanie's birth date.
"If Papai doesn't make it out," which sounded like Marcelo had some doubts. He did. He had lots of doubts after seeing Luiza dying. All his damn fault. "I'll have to go back home."
New York had been a nice place to live and work until today, but São Paulo would always be his home.
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She looked at him entering the code. "Is your code my birthday?" She spoke quietly, unable not to give the tiniest of tremulous smiles.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, if we do. I'm more worried that your father will insist on dragging you home away from me." And she was worried about that. "I mean, it will be okay, but I like having you here."
She closed her eyes for a moment after she heared that, though. "Though maybe that's just stupid and selfish of me. This is all my damn fault."
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He squinted incredulously at her. "You sent the bigoted hit squad after me?"
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She stopped for a moment. "... is Luiza in there?" She wouldn't stop, of course, but she wanted to believe she was gone. She rather liked Marcelo's secretary.
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"Steph, if you're not going to lay the blame on the punheteiros who are killing my employees, then it goes on me. I chose New York. I agreed to help your cause. I fell in love with you. It's on me." And in him at the moment. That sword was not a comfortable piercing.
He blinked at the question. He worked his jaw for a moment and looked away. "She's dead. Vargas killed her."
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"No. I do put the blame on them. They will pay for this. And if it is ever in my power to do so, I will kill him. Vargas."
But not right now. Keeping Marcelo alive was more important than vengeance.
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His eyes stung. He swiped at them.
And he really wished the elevator music hadn't decided to play 'The Girl From Ipanema' right at that moment.
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The door opened and inevitably, there was a Purifier guarding the area, though she saw them before they saw her. She concentrated her pyroplasm into a solid battering ram shape and blasted it at the Purifier.
"Damn it all." She'd really hoped they were coast clear.
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He felt like nothing more than a swaying liability at the moment.
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He wouldn't have been able to see exactly what happened next, but there were a few rounds fired and then a man's scream. And a distinct smell of cooked machinery and maybe something else.
She went back to him to help him out, not feeling like she could exactly look him in the eye right now.
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Though the gunshots and scream made him flinch. His eyes were narrowed as he tried to fight off shivering. "Co-Coast clear?"
Even if this elevator wall was being supportively lovely.
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But right now, they needed to get him out and somewhere safe. She hoisted him up, as if his weight were insubstantial and she took him out the door. Her next phone call was to her driver, who was on alert. He'd be here in a few minutes.
She told him where they needed to go, so he could plan the route already. They'd get there as fast as possible.
"Marcelo, just hold on a few more minutes. We're going to get you to a hospital." And she was going to try and get out of it again, though a part of her believed that was unlikely, with the bruising and welts from gunshots and the torn clothes and the blood, most of which wasn't actually her own.
"You'll be okay." It took only a minute or so for the driver to find them, the vehicle pulling up and the door opening. She helped him in as best she could, got in herself and off they went to the nearest hospital.