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Posted: Jun 17 2017, 05:16 AM
Drew adjusted his ear piece. Dressed to the nines for the annual benefit for the Paul Wade foundation, Drew moved easily enough around, scanning the room. Of course he knew that the foundation was a front for a militant group of mutant haters. Paul had been a god send to them. A police officer who had been killed in a fight between mutants. Cop who was killed was always a good reason to have a fundraiser and that he was killed by mutants just let them fan the flames of intolerance even more.
That in and of itself was a reason to monitor the situation. And monitor it his employer had. By having an inside man. A person who had been a long time member who had a change of heart. Who had met some mutants who had helped him and he was surprised to find them...normal. Drew didn't know the details of how, when or how long the man had been flipped. He didn't know much really.
What he did know was the man now thought that the group was on to him. Travis had been assigned to retrieve the man and brought Drew along as his partner. "Just like old times." Drew said softly into the comms. Just checking with a smirk on his face.
There were some changes though. Under the suit was his normal sneaking around outfit. The shirt upgraded to have some kevlar plates. Not enough to add to his noise or restrict his movements much but enough to provide some protections from close range gun fire. It was a bit warm with the extra layers under the suit but it would allow for a quick change.
His bag was stashed in the wall. Except for a small thing of throwing knives he had hidden under his jacket, his weapons were stashed in his bag along with his jikatabi. Not ideal but those wouldn't fit under the nice shoes. He was in tabi socks though, just in case.
He knew once they found the man, he'd go invisible and cover the man and Travis. Hence the hidden bag and his supplies. No one was going to find it and Drew could get at it. Easier then a briefcase. The other thing in his bag was his new toy, the comm system Jonathan had made him.
For the moment he was mingling. Talking easily to a pretty red headed girl. She was cute and another time and place, he'd think about seducing her back to his place. Then letting her know in the morning that he was a mutant. But those days were long long past.
He gave a wide smile as he pretended to sip at his drink. Listening to the red head as she yammered on about some pro-Humanity policies that she hoped the current administration would put into place. He nodded at the right times at least.
Out of the corner of his eye he was both looking for the asset and trying to keep an eye on Travis. Finally with a squee the girl saw someone and ran over to say hello. "Please tell me you have eyes." He whispered, getting tired of pretending to hate his own kind.
"Do you find the irony in them having this party here?" He kept going as he walked again, smiling at people, trying to judge how many were here and how many were true believers, how many were people who were pro-human even if it not as violent as this group could be, and how many had no idea what they had walked into.
Posted: Sep 9 2017, 11:06 AM
Charity events for foundations were never really his thing if Travis was honest with himself while walking around the benefit, his eyes scanning around the room as he kept a pleasant look upon his features. But with the fact that this whole event was something against his views because of the open rep the dead cop had and the controversy around his death, well that just made it all the more worse for him. Hell, he was positive that Drew to was most likely imagining punching a few of these smug bastards in the face for the crap that came out of their mouths. An idea that was just getting harder and harder to deny, almost clenching onto his glass in hand too hard a few times in resisting as he was being social. Playing the role of a mutant-hater just like them and tasting the bile of it in his mouth with listening to them. And even though he found some of the ladies pretty damn attractive, the moment they even opened their mouths he thought otherwise.
Which made him smirk a bit when he heard Drew through the earpiece mentioning old times.
“Yea… though back then we had less rules,” he replied before taking the last drink off his glass and setting it down on the tray of a passing waiter. Because if they were in the CIA still, well he was sure things would have been going a whole lot differently with this extraction and protection job they were sent on. But since they had to not do any damage to their case, well this was a delicate moment that they had to make sure went right.
Luckily enough, as soon as he spotted Mr. Carmichael a few feet away and in a conversation with an elderly man and woman, Travis began to casually make his way over to him. Even softly responding to Drew in saying, “West of the champagne fountain, to your 3 o’clock.” But he was making sure to say hello and shake hands with some of the other guest on his way over, physically making it appear as if he were simply continuing to be social and mingle with the guests one by one. To continue to appear as if he was one of them while keeping an eye on their “package” they had to get back to the Damocles headquarters. And while he wanted nothing more than to tell Drew he found it ironic that they themselves were there since they were the very thing these people hated, Travis had to refrain and keep having polite small talk while making his way closer to Mr. Carmichael.
Even keeping an eye on his partner to make sure he was able to get out of eyesight before reaching the target. After all, the moment he made contact was the moment things needed to go quickly and discreetly before his once friends caught onto anything going on.
Posted: Sep 10 2017, 06:23 PM
Unlike Travis, Drew didn't mind charity events much. It was a chance to hobnob and schmooze with people he'd never meet otherwise. Sometimes he even got someone unexpected for the night. Besides, he liked interacting with people. Usually. This one was testing even his patience for the game.
It bothered him as well that there were people here that, in his mind, shouldn't be. Other cops, though it was hard to figure out if they were honoring a fallen comrade or believed in the anti-mutant cause; Teachers, who would teach people their hate...and of course politicians. People who should make the world a better place and yet clearly thought mutants didn't belong.
He took another drink and smiled as someone else came around to talk to him. His eyes meeting the man's and listening to the plans he had. He looked at the place where Travis marked out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the man standing there looking nervous. Great. The last thing they needed was a package who didn't know how to relax and looked like he was plotting something.
Drew shook the hand of the man in front of him and gave a small apology smile. "It was nice to meet you, I hope to hear more soon." He stated and then subtitle motioned to the bathroom. The man grinned, gave him a small pat on the back and moved out of the way. "Remind me when this is over to take about six showers and maybe scrub my skin raw." He muttered slipping into the bathroom and into a stall. "Going near dark. Remember, six words at a time." The comms were new and it was only their second time using them. Drew hoped that they kept working.
From there it was easy to disappear. The bathroom wasn't busy yet so slipping out of the stall was easy, as was leaving out the door. He stuck his hand into the wall under a picture, pulling out his duffle. Stripping out of the suit was the next step.
All in all, it probably took two minutes from when he entered the bathroom till he was in position. His bow drawn back and ready. "In position." The small mic picked up with him barely having to talk over a whisper. More than enough cover with the noise. He was near the target, but far enough away to catch sight of anyone moving towards them.
Posted: Sep 19 2017, 05:24 AM
Hearing his best friend’s remark about scrubbing himself down after this, to the point of being raw, Travis had to resist chuckling in front of the couple that he was giving a brief hello to. After all, he couldn’t blame him and would probably do the same just to wash the filth of the lingering hate off him. Almost as if it were a perfume that would annoy his senses if he kept around it. And in a way, it kind of was since he was already reaching that annoyed stage and had some few choice words for these bastards within that room; all talking about how Senator Graydon has the right idea to protect the state from mutants by making sure the world knew who was one. Something he strongly disagreed with. Because while he himself had no issues with being outed as a mutant, knowing that he could handle whatever backlash was thrown at him, Travis didn’t believe that all their kind HAD to do that. A registration act would take that freedom away from those that chose to keep what they were a secret.
Not to mention, the sound of forcing those that were different than humans to register to the government just sounded to much like what the Nazis did during WWII. Something he really didn’t want to put his family or his friends through… something he hoped never happened too. Especially after standing in that very room and just feeling all the hate coming off those that didn’t even try to hide it.
Luckily enough though, Travis nor Drew would have to stay there much longer now that they were slowly moving in on gathering the asset. Waiting for his partner to get into position and say the word on when it was time to fully close in and make contact, making sure to even move away from any other conversations as he was appearing to simply go over to the champagne fountain for a glass of bubbly. And once he got the word that Wraith was in position, Travis put on his best act of having just noticed Mr. Carmichael; a friendly and happy expression beaming on his face as he gave off the appearance he got distracted from the initial reason he had made his way over there. Suddenly stepping up to the other man with his hand out for a greeting.
“Mr. Carmichael?” he asked as if checking he got the right person even though he knew it was indeed the man they needed to help out. “Yes that’s me,” the young man answered while politely taking up Travis’ hand to give it a shake in greeting. “Oh it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from our mutual friend and was hoping I would get the chance to meet you here tonight. My name is Archer.” And the moment the man heard the name, the smile slightly faded as his eyes gave a quick look around. Recognizing the name as the one he was told to keep an eye out for. “Don’t do that… act normal,” Travis said low enough for only Carmichael to hear but with a smile still on his face, making him look back to the Damocles agent before continuing the facade for anybody that could be watching them at that moment. Glad to see how the package was quick enough to recover as he instantly played off the look by saying; “Oh yes. I remember there was mention you might be here tonight. It’s a pleasure indeed.”
With their hands released after the greeting, Travis continued to give a small but polite and pleased smile while slipping his hands casually into the front pockets of his suit pants. Keeping his body language as casual as possible. “I was actually hoping that I would be able to talk to you about a little advice on a few things. I heard you were one of the best in your field and the one to talk to. Would you mind joining me for a cigarette outside for just a few minutes?” he said in giving a cover on why they would be leaving the room and eyes of others. After all, laws in New York prohibited smoking inside public buildings such as this one. So leaving the building to smoke was a lovely excuse to get Carmichael outside and to his car. Knowing that Drew would be right behind him and keeping eyes on if anybody moved to try and stop or follow them out.
Posted: Sep 19 2017, 09:55 PM
If they weren't here for a mission, if they didn't have a goal, Drew would have had no problems seeing about leaking some of this information to the press. He would have loved to do something more active, like bombing the place, but knew that wouldn't go over well with the bosses and wouldn't actually help their cause any. Hell, the man they were theoretically honoring tonight was dead because of mutants. More martyrs didn't help anything.
Unlike Travis, it was Drew's edge that people didn't know he was a mutant. Didn't know what he could do. Once you learned there was an invisible man running around things were different. So keeping his powers secret was his edge. Granted on a whole people realizing he was a mutant wasn't a huge deal but it was rather something he told those he wanted to. Registration of any kind was too much of a slippery slope, though he knew he was already in many governments databases listed as a mutant.
Drew was watching carefully. His eyes darting all over the party. His bag was slung carefully. He listened as best he could through the noise for Travis and Carmichael to make contact. Right now he was trying to figure out who had eyes on Travis because he was Travis and who had eyes on him for other reasons. People always laughed at the idea of the two of them doing undercover work because they attracted attention. But that wasn't always a downside and they had the record to prove it.
It was Carmichael's moment of paranoia, the glancing around that told Drew what he needed to know. Because those had been just watching Travis had kept their eyes on him. The others watched Carmichael for a moment. Almost looking to see if he'd bolt.
Drew was close. Keeping himself ready. Moving a few feet behind the pair as they started out towards the front. Knowing that was the plan. Get Carmichael to the car and get out as fast as possible. If that meant leaving Drew behind, that would be okay. He'd stay invisible and rendezvous back at HQ. "TK four tails." He muttered. Pausing a moment. "Two right, two left. You right." Six words sucked but it was six words more than they used to have.
They were outside now, and he could see the car. Counting how long it would take Travis and the man to get there. He only needed to distract at least one pair for that long. So from his position behind them, Drew let out a shot on the right pair. Already moving as soon as the arrow left the bow. Confusing the two of them. Letting another arrow off as they started move towards Travis.
"Hey Idiots I'm right here!" He yelled, still invisible. And catching the attention of all four of them.
Posted: Oct 19 2017, 04:43 AM
Travis had a feeling that the moment the mark even gave a look around that they would have unneeded and unwanted attention upon them. Because from what they had understood when given the task of collecting him for his own safety, he was already under suspicion and possibly the guillotine if they found out the truth about what Mr. Carmichael was doing for the Damocles. Plus, from many of the missions he had been through while in the CIA, he knew that when somebody slipped like that it could blow everything. Though luckily Travis didn’t have to worry so much about everything going to shit with this task since he had Drew as backup. And with his partner completely out of sight but still close enough to help if things got violent, it gave them an ace up their sleeves on dealing with the bigots they were surrounded by.
A thought that was playing on his mind the moment the mark agreed to go outside and talk, guiding him to the door and resisting his own urge to give a look around and see if others were watching. Appearing very casual as they were walking towards the front entrance of the building… hoping they wouldn’t pull attention or cause a scene.
Of course, the moment he heard Drew say he had four tails on him, Travis knew that no scene wasn’t going to happen now. Mentally cursing but keeping his composure while still looking ahead of him so as to not spook Carmichael or let him know they had people following them as the pair made it out the door and down the steps. Taking the slim opening to side glance and spot the ones following them by looking at Carmichael; still using the image of going for a smoke by saying, “I left my cigarettes within my car so let me grab those.” Travis knew that it wouldn’t mean anything to the ones following, but he was pretending that he didn’t notice the tail. That was until he heard the arrows being shot off to distract the men before hearing Drew yelling out in calling them idiots to get their attention. And the moment he heard it, TK looked back and saw how the four following had also turned to look towards the direction his partner’s voice came from.
Giving him the opening needed to hurry the trip to the car with a quick mutter towards Carmichael to go faster towards the firebird three cars ahead of them. Quickening his own pace as well.
“Rendezvous or you coming with now?” he asked only loud enough for Drew to hear. Because whether he took off the moment they reached the car was all depending upon his partner’s answered. Already having something in mind just in case Drew said now instead of having to just sneak away and make it to the rendezvous spot on foot. Giving another quick glance over his shoulder to see if any of them turned to notice Carmichael getting away.
Posted: Oct 22 2017, 02:55 AM
Drew had been in position in part because of previous missions with Travis that had gone sideways. The goal today was to do this without drawing attention. Ideally with no deaths, but with the way the man was being tailed, Drew wasn't thinking that was likely. Which of course he didn't mind at all. Getting to take out his frustration and anger on some of the mutant-hating assholes didn't sound bad at all.
Not that he would let such things show. Drew was a professional and letting his sorrow and rage get the better of him wouldn't help anything. Probably be reprimanded.
Drew had timed his arrows well. Arching them enough that they came down just before Travis and the mark reached the car. Close enough that they just had to sprint a little and hopefully before the tails drew their weapons. He also knew he was the distraction. Goal one: Get Mr. Carmichael out. Goal Two: Get out. Goal Three: As little scene as possible. Goal Four: No deaths. Drew was pretty sure that they'd get half of the goals. Maybe three out of the four.
The guys turned and shot where he had been. But Drew wasn't there anymore. He nocked another arrow and fired, hitting a guy in the leg. "Coming." He stated. Moving away from the Firebird to fire off another volley before circling back to sprint towards it. Worrying less about his feet making noise on the concrete.
Two of the guys started heading towards their own cars, and the third uninjured unknowingly followed Drew towards where Travis was waiting. At no point was Drew actually worried about how this all worked out.
He knew that Travis loved his stupid car but right now Drew wished that they had taken something better designed for hiding and fighting from. "Two cars, one behind." Though Archer should be able to see the man running.
Drew stopped and waited a moment. Timing it just right. He stuck out his foot and the man tripped, allowing Drew to punch him in the face. Knocking him out. "Lied. Two cars." He updated.
He jumped into the car, tapping Travis to let him know. Old signals they had worked out before their current employer made the handy communicators.
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