Teaser- Got bored and trying to get a feel for the super solider of the group.
The drug deal was going down right beneath her. Twenty five feet of sheer drop lay between Val and her latest target. The result of two weeks of stalking, shadowing and making note of who was getting what from whom. The comic books made it seem to be the easiest thing in the world to find the bad guys but it was hard work, a lot harder than the stuff the other kids at the shelter did. Of course most of them could claim to things she couldn't. Like a social security number, a real name and a past. She didn't have any of that.
Nico told her what was right to wear, Gert was the one that explained the slang and stuff the others said, and Chase didn't freak out when she broke the weight machine in a fit of pique. So she was learning the socialization stuff, slowly but surely. The GED course was a joke, she had the books read and down pat in a week and was bored out of her mind doing the stuff at the pace the others were doing. It was like she was a sponge soaking up information. Truth be told if she hadn't wanted to fit in a little, she'd have bailed on the shelter by now.
Of course no one knew that she had woken up after the Ultimatum wave in a pile of metallic pods that held a variety of bodies. She had been the only one to survive and by the time she had come to her senses and tried to find the building again she had run straight out for 4 hours. Which gave her a search radius of several hundred miles all considered. Most of which didn't look anything like it had that terrible night.
Her thoughts came to a close as the car pulled into the warehouse and the men stepped out to meet the ones she had been shadowing. She pulled on her gloves as she shifted her position on the beam. The biker's helmet slid on next as she tensed up, preparing to move. Muscles coiled like steel springs as she swung under the beam and held on while she watched. In the darkened warehouse, she watched as the men pulled out a gym bag that turned out to contain a mound of white bags and a brief case that showed the tell-tale flash of green she'd been looking for. She shifted to pull the heavy lib she had pulled up from a nearby alley and let it go. The rounded disc whistled towards the parked Escalade as she dropped twenty feet to the car beneath her.
The manhole cover tore through the driver side of the Escalade while she flattened the car's roof top and kicked off towards the first man to turn towards the sound of her landing. Her kick hit him square of the sternum and drove him across the warehouse floor as a hand snapped out to spin her around towards the two men in front of the ruined Escalade as they turned to see what happened as she flicked the downed man's gun at the last man. The last man took the 9mm to the temple and dropped like a bag of turnips.
Then she landed among the last two men and exploded into action.
Two hours later.
"What do we have?" The detective asked as he walked over to the wreckage of the drug deal. The patrolman covering the scene looked around with a 'are you joking' look.
"Well Detective, this is the fifth deal we've seen broken up in the last year. Central says that the Narcotics had these gents here." He pointed to the four men tied to a nearby column with a wave of his hand. "are some of the newcomers that came out of the mess of the tsunami. Big men in the new drug world. We found what must have been Twenty grand in product doused in lighter fluid and those." He pointed to the ruined cars.
"Someone is very very angry." The Detective said with a whistle.
"And the folks in the bay are asking if they can take over." He said pointing in the direction of the Triskelion.
"Grand.. they are being 'diplomatic'." The Detective grumbled as he looked at the imprint on the hood. If it was larger a size 6 boot print, he'd eat the hood.
Val watched from the shadows as she took in the crime scene investigation team working the sight. Her boots would have to go, again, she noted as the detective pointed to the hood. Perhaps it was time to find a new money making scheme, she thought to herself as watched the forensics team work. They didn't have all the toys the ones on TV had and it seemed they weren't as sharp as the ones on those shows either, but they had numbers and time on their hands.
"Maybe it's time for Wartoy to move on, Manhattan might be getting a bit too hot these days." She murmured. It was kind of risky playing in the Ultimates backyard, she noted as she looked skyward to see a line heading out towards the Triskelion. Word was that Queens was the stomping ground of Spiderman and a few others these days, the Bronx had some guy kicking the shit out of gang members and the Punisher had been seen all over town. Boston was beginning to look more and more attractive, she thought as she considered how to spend the twenty grand in her backpack. Time to look into getting the tattoo on her neck covered again and leaving down, she thought grumpily as she scratched at it. Her metabolism blew off most tattoos in a few weeks and the barcode on the back of her neck was something she didn't want anyone to find.