Log:Merc Force-1

2015/01/05 Bard Grimm Malcolm Pelana Sasha 1

The bunker is dead. Well as relatively dead as the long lasting downtown club can get. The DJ playing isn't anywhere as good as their normal guy. They knew what kind of party they threw lsat night, and they know too many people would hate themselves to party hard another night. Some brave souls wandered their way out on this, now officially the second day, of a new year. The music pumps and the people dance, and one very attractive man, sits at the bar nursing a bottle of lite beer. Ah how unattractive the stuff, but some people simply don't have much tolerance, and among them is famed Busker Marcus Bard. Who is very pointedly looking at a spot on the wall before him as if lost in some important thought while a random woman attempts to make herself appealing to him. After a little while she gets the message, and in a desperate hope she leaves him a number and walks away dejected. At least she tried, bard had to admit to himself. Most people don't get the nerve to attempt to be physically appealing to Bard specifically, something about 'out of this league' or more likely one of his various reputations. Heck last time Bard was here, it was to scare a Mafia goon into getting info on an attack on Cobalt's school... Odd times. Anyways where was Bard? Right! Drinking, not his favorite past time but some times you just need to get drunk.

Sasha wanders out of the thin crowd, a slightly mischeivous smile gracing his lips. Once he is behind Bard, he says in a trembling tone devoid of any accent, "Excuse me, sir, but are you Marcus Bard? Um, Ive got all your bootlegs and well, can you sign one for me?"

Pelana has been fairly responsible - she's a homeowner now! And rich! But sometimes you need to let yourself be seen, and this relatively quiet night is a good opportunity. Naturally, she sees Bard - an ex-fling, but one on good terms - and heads over. There's been some changes in both perhaps. Pelana is taller, and wears a fox pendant around her neck. As for Bard.... who can say?

College students without a real job have no excuse not to keep partying. Grimm arrives and flashes her ID at the door. With the help of a little reality bending illusions, her ID reads as being over twenty one, and the doorman lets her in with a nod. She's dressed in futurepunk chic. Black body-hugging leggings, wedge-heel black boots with buckled straps, and an asian influenced long sleeved tunic top with mandarin collar, asymetrical trim, cut so the shoulders are exposed, and neon-teal el-tape running along the entire outfit in lined patterns. Her hair is perfectly style with layered, loose curls on the ends, and her eyes smokey with cateyes eyeliner.

"Given that I've made only one record, for private listening, what bootlegs would you be talking about." Bard asks. His shirt is black, no fedora on him this time, but yes to the leather fingerless gloves, black belt and jeans. Stillw earing combat boots. As always he looks fantastic, even if hslightly tipsy and more focused on the fact he forgot he'd be pestered by random people rather than left to enjoy, normally, good music. Bard turns around to face Sasha, seeing Pelana approaching. "Stand sharp. We might have expensive company." He says, looking voer to the dragoness of now rich and homeowning standing. The Busker doesn't seem any worse for wear, just probably more open to suggestion from the near empty bottle of booze in his hand.

Sasha smiles slightly then mock sighs at the sight of the empty bottles. "Droog," he murmurs, his tail twtiching, and his normal thick Russian accent returning, "if you are going to drink, drink the good hooch. Less hangover that way." He then lets his gaze follow the line Bard indicated. "Ah," he murmurs very softly in the loud club, "Mam'selle Ardoi is here? This could be enjoyable."

Pelana snorts, overhearing this last as she closes in. "I'm *always* enjoyable, don't you know? Been awhile, Bard. See you're still... alive? Whole? All good words to use, right?" She turns to Sasha, studying him as if to try and place him. He does seem familiar, but she sees so many people...

Grimm heads for the bar to a drink when she notices two, well, three people she knows, two people she's on talking basis with. Her lips curl up into a thin style as she stops and observes Sasha's outfit. She folds her left arm just under her chest, and rests her right arm on it as she taps her chin. With a feral grin, she purrs, "Oh yes, I think I really like this look on you, Sasha." Her eyes travel over him from ears to tail. "Ohh, that's...cute," she decides.

Bard looks at grimm. "Either I'm more drunk than I normally get after this much, or you got hotter since I last saw you." Bard says a tad disconcerted, though clearly studying Grimm. After a pause he turns to Pelana. "I've been around. Doing as I do. Though," he takes a drink from his bottle. "I needed to unwind a bit. Lot of stress, needless eyes prying places they shouldn't." Bard remarks, rather coldly, before taking a drink again. He looks to Sasha. "Hey, beers free to performers, so free beer." Bard retorts rather belatedly.

Pelana is a bit confused by Bard's coldness. "Huh? Thought we parted on decent terms, Bard. You're a free spirit, I'm more a hoarder. Comes with the territory of the species. Or is someone else gonna complain about me stepping over boundries an', I dunno, digging too greedily and too deep?" Yes. Of course she's read those books.

Bard chuckles and takes a drink. "Ain't you I'm talking about, P." Bard replies. "I don't have anything against you."

Grimm's eyes are like shadows; they're everywhere. She smirks thinly at Bard's list of remarks, still appraising Sasha like someone appreciating a painting at an art gallery. "I thought you were deeper than only caring about appearances, Bard. I'm sorry to find out I was wrong. But thanks." Her eyes never leaves Sasha as she talks to Bard. But she's 'looking' at him as well with her shadow sight. And everyone else in the room, too.

Sasha starts to say something when there is a loud commotin over by the stairs. His head begins to turn when almost like magic a bolt or arrow is sticking out of his chest and the Russian youth is convulsing. After an instant, he drops bonelessly to the floor where he continues to twitch.

TOver by the stairs, about 20 m away are three figures: One, almost looks like a normal human. He's a white male, 5' !!" with short black hair and an athletic build. If you get close enough, his eyes area a solid jet black with tiny glittering specks of white sacttered throughout - much like a starfield. He is dressed in a royal blue bodystocking with white curved lines that run the sides from his calves to his shulders; a horizontal white band conencts the two curvesd lines to his chest. The syit ends at his neck leaving his head uncvoerd and is eerie looking eyes visible. He is also effortlessly floating in the air.

The second man is an enormous brute of a man about 6' *" tall with a super muscaular build. His skin is a charcoal grey and he only has a fringer of hair around an other bald pate. He waers a gold colored leptard reminiscent of a wrestler's outfit with large black boots on his feet.

The thrid man, who probably fired the bolt/arrow is a 6'2" tall, braod shouldered, balck haried man whose deeply tanned skin and high cheekbones reveal an Amerindian ancestry. He is dressed in a balck body stocking with red boots and gloves; on the chest is an an emblem of five red four pointed stars in an arc. He wars waht seems to a ill matched UEMS agent's helmet. He has a igh tech looking crossbow in his hands, with a quiver of at his right hip and strapped across hs back is a long metal/ceramic staff.

The floating man says, "This is a robbery," in a stanetorian and cold tone. "Everyone down unless you want to be hurt like the...catboy."

"I care about privacy, heard of i-" The bolt of magic striking Sasha causes bard to look rather angry annoyed and about ready to rip someone's limbs off. <> bard mutters in some twisted tongue from another planet. Bard looks at the people coming down the stairs in the inevitable panic of people. "Room full of people, downed civillian, I'm drunk and they're near the entereacne, right?" Bard asks Grimm rather saddened. "Looks like I'll need to hold back on the drinking..." He sighs.

Pelana turns... and contrary to most, she gives them a big, big grin. It's like Christmas come... okay, almost exactly at Christmastime, but that's not the point. It's a fight. She's a badass, if she says so herself. Unless these guys happen to be more potent than some kind of stick-up artist is liable to be, she is gonna have SO much fun. Shame about the catboy.

"Well you were out in the open--" Twang!! Thump. Sasha is dropped. Which sure as heck surprises Grimm considering he knows what he can do. She turns about slowly towards the three robberies, her senses washing over them and past them to outside to see if there's backup beyond them. "Seems about right," she comments to Bard. "I may be able to help shield the civilians if we can keep them there," she murmurs quietly to him, her eyes looking at the walls. "Hope you're not -that- drunk."

"I'm drunk enough to pick a losing fight, so how about tipsy enough to catch a robber?" Bard teases.

Some of the patrons panic and run about looking for cover. (Of which there is not much.) But several duck into the restrooms. The bar staff all hit the ground as to some of the others patrons. The DJ seeks what shelter he can behind his setup. And most of the patrons seem cowed by the trio and just sort of melt to the ground. Which does not include the trio near the catboy.

The floating man shakes his head then says, "Always someone wants to be hero. Retrieve and Beta Green!"

Bard may be tipsy, but he's still just as clever and wicked as he ever is. He extends his mind towards the clear leader. "No, you're confident in your abilities, heck you could even make a point out of this. What's a few bar patrons to the streets of Colonial Bay. Heck, it's just a pretty boy, a hollywood wanna be, and some goth chick. YOu probably could take all three by yourself alone. Wouldn't be trouble for you what so ever. What do you think? No, you've already considered this, you know you can win against all of us by yourself. You're the leader, the one in charge of all of this, you could do it easily." Bard's honeyed words ooze out towards the man.

The big guy starts to run across the dance floor towards the three of you while the Teh crossbow guy keeps it aimes in your gentearl dirrction. The flying guy smiles grimmly for a moment then the big guy stops as the crossbow wielding guy snorts. The flying guy moves slighlty to one side as he says, "I will give you heroes a chance. We'll take this up to the street and you can fight for the catboy. If you lose, we keep him to sell off...to VIPER or someone else interested in his sort. Of course, if you somehow win," he laughs, "you can brag about beating Merc-Force 1 in a fair fight."

"Merc-Force 1? Whoa, this is way too serious for me. I'm not ro," Grimm puts up her hands in a placating gesture. Then she looks to Bard. Pointedly. "You're on your own, jerk. Good luck." She flickers like some sort of out of phase ghost and vanishes.

Merc Force-1 insist on you all carrying Sasha the Catboy up to the surface as well. Nor are they do trusting as go ahead of the rest of you. The leader almost changes his mind it seems when Grimm flits out but just shrugs as leads the way out.

Pelana appears to obediently follow them outside. Once they're outside, she casually mentions, "Hey, you. The Muscle. Did your boss bother to do any damn research about this city before trying to pick a fight at a club? 'cause the way I see it, I outnumber ya."

The Big Guy just laughs as he says in a Midwestern accent, "Lady, I can take on Grond. You are not in my league. I'll try not to hit you in the face since you an actress though."

Bard sends a verbal jab at the big guy. "Yeah that's why you take orders from sir floats a lot. because you're so tough. I bet you're afraid of him, following his orders like a scared little runt."

The Big Guy looks at you for a moment then says with a grin, "Hey, Stareye, mind I pound Mister Bard here?"

Stareye responds with a slow smile, Go ahead. It'll teach him not to mess with my mind again. I'd call it a cheap shot, Bard, but I'd do the same in the tactical situation you were in. But don;t try it again." He floats outside and a coruscating blue energy field forms around him. "You all can move 10m that way and we'll move 10 m that way," he indicates. "Leave the boy right here. Our other colleague will keep an eye on him."

Bard isn't one for fighting fair. He puts down the catboy down by pelana but from there lunges forward, impulsively and a suddenly, Attempting to Bash quickly in the face of Stareye's companion. Assess, react, try to throw off the plan of Stareyes. Chances are he has a formula, he's already mapped this battle in his head. Toss it out of whack and see how it crumbles quickly. Survive, then cuss out grimm for leaving him to be torn apart by these idiots. "Pelana, run!" He barks attempting to be a distraction, hoping he's clear in what he's trying to do.

Bard manages to hit the big guy quite easily. And while Bard knocks him back a number of meters and the big guy does fall down, Bard also feels like he hit a vault door.

Stareye just shakes his head, "Typical. I thought you had more sense. Lambda Twelve Bard!"

Bard holds a hand out towards Stareyes. "Give me some space." He quips, snappinghis fingers with a loud bass sound echoing through the area, likely cancelling the slow tick of healing he got off on Sasha. a bolt flies towards his floating foe to hopefully send him smashing a fair ways backwards and away from Pelana.

The blue forcefielded mastermind flies back a short distance into a very solid light pole. Certainly not something Bard was expecting but definately something he was hoping for. This likely is going cost the tax payers a fair bit of money as well as make things dark for a while.

Stareye falls to the ground obviously stunned but not unconscious.

Stareye falls to the ground, obvioulsy sewriouslys tunned and barely aware of his surroundings. The coruscating field around him drops away just before he hits the ground.

The crossbow wielding figure shakes his head as he fires off his crossbow at Bard but otherwise does not speak.

A hideously loud scrreching sound coincides with extreemly loud flash of light as the crossbow bolt impacts Bard.

Bard winces and roars as he can not hear himself and is disoriented by the blinding light. This can't end well.

The big guy rises to his feet not by getting back up but by the simpler expeident for just rising to them as sunight limns his body. He moves towards the apparently blinded Bard as he says, "I'm gonna enjoy this." But while he can reach Bard, he cannot quite manage to hit him yet.

Pelana decides, for once, to try to minimize property damage. She inhales, and aims a burst of red lightning breath at the mercs. (If it matters, she'll focus on the leader, if she can't get all three in the cone.)

Struck from behind by, what feels like an electrical charge and a sonic boom, minus the sound and visuals of course. Tossed aside Bard still manages to roughly judge where the ground is and stumbles safely rather than being tossed to his feet. "If that is who I think it is, I swear to god I better be getting something later." He grumbles openly, and rather angered

Stareye is rolled a couple of meters by the power of the red lightning. He twtiches and falls limp as smoke rises from several burns on his body.

Piledriver, aka Big Guy, is knocked forward and a couple of meters past Bard and to his knees. He does seem affects at all otherwise by the attck.

And Crossbow Guy, aka, Cahokian, is hit by the attack as well, but seems little affected but eh attack and gracefully roll sowth the force of the lightning back to his feet.

The catboy on the ground by Pelana groans softly then mutters, "They're after me. So, time to go." As soon as he finishes speaking, a silver blue glow surrounds his body and he disappears with a faint chiming sound.

There's a shimmer on the sidewalk as Gabrielle starts to fade into view. She's dressed in futurepunk chic. Black body-hugging leggings, wedge-heel black boots with buckled straps, and an asian influenced long sleeved tunic top with mandarin collar, asymetrical trim, cut so the shoulders are exposed, and neon-teal el-tape running along the entire outfit in lined patterns. She bites her tongue lightly as she tries to decide which one to go after. Finally her blue eyes drift to Piledriver and turn inky black. "You're going to stay right there til the authorities get here," she orders overconfidently.

Piledriver is just about to get to his feet again when suddenly he just freezes. He shakes uncontrollably in place as his eyes dart from place to place in what looks like terror. His gaze never moves up tfrom Grimm's feet if he is afraid of what he might see.

Malcolm still hasn't gotten his PDA back from wherever the heck Paragon punched it out of him on New Year's Eve. The tall man has, however, given in and picked up a temporary replacement - it's only a matter of time before the device shows up, one way or another, Malcolm's fairly certain a sapient simian is going to return it this time! - which started buzzing half-way through his shift this morning.

Rolling up the street toward The Bunker, Malcolm's eyes fill with the sight of Pelana loosing lightning breath on MF1. Steel grey eyes dart from figure to figure as the tall man curses himself for not bringing his headset. But who brings a tactical headset clubbing?! Malcolm steers his cafe racer into a powerslide just at the fringe of the impromptu battlefield with one hand, his other hand already peeling his helmet off of his head.

"What, did the club run out of booze already?"

The Cahokian takes in the battlefield at a glance then runs over to Stareye and touches him pn the lower arm. The leader of MF1 disappears in a flash of light (that some night recognize as a Universal Transmat recall being activated) leaving the Cahokian stand where the two of them once were. HE calls out "Nightowl" and seems to wait for a response from Piledriver.

The Cahokian has a strange accent to his English.

Almost as soon as his helmet is free, Malcolm's body starts sweating metal. Even as the Cahokian and Stareye exchange looks, Malcolm changes to the much more familiar form of Forge. The metal man steps over his cafe racer, eyes narrowed slightly as his right arm comes up as though holding a club. It takes less than a second for a brushed steel-looking boomerang to form in his grip.

"Oi, g'day, mate," calls Forge as he twists his body to hurl the Alumarang at the crossbow-wielding super soldier.

The Cahokian seems unsurprised at the attack but apparently has decided on a defensive posture. He begins to dart and weave about the battlefield, a fierce grin on his face as he does so. He dodges the alumarang not with ease but with grace.

The formerly silent figher shouts out, "Brainchild! Retrieve 2 3!"

"Given the interruption, the club's probably closed for the evening," Gabrielle replies with some regret and a sigh. There goes her date night. She watches how nimbly the Cahokian dodges the Alumarang and narrows her eyes slightly. "You're going to regret hurting that guy in the club. I hope what you've done haunts you." While her warning sounds serious, all she does is stand there as she taunts the Cahokian.

The Cahokian stumbles slightly as the warrior's mind is wracked by waking nightmares. But the Cahokian manages to fight on it seems and not be overwhelmed by them. Grimm also notes that he has some sort of mild mental barrier in his mind.

Bard decides to take the opportunity of not being under attack to feel his way to the curb and sit down. He tries to stay ready for anything but he seems unaware of anything being said around him. NOr do his eyes track anything.

The Cahokian continues to weave and dodge.

Pelana runs over to the biggest, toughest looking one of the bunch. She doubles her hands into a fist, raises them high, and tries for a perfect Kirk-style hammer blow on his head. It's a rather awkward thing, but there's quite a lot of power behind it!

Piledriver is slammed down into the pavement by the force of Pelana's doulbe handed blow. Or rather, he is forced down into the pavement which cracks and buckles underneath him. Piledriver himself does not shift at all under the attack which felt like hitting a vault door. The msucleman does whimper in fear though for some reason.

A thin beam of 'light' shoots from the top of 4 story building across the street and hits Piledriver's left side. There is another flash of light as Piledriver is teleported away.

Grimm's eyes track the Cahokian as he ducks and weaves. He's moving much too fast for her to be able to catch, but maybe he can be slowed down a bit for the others. "You're a slippery one. Why don't you stand and fight?" she comments as she locks her eyes on the Cahokian. They turn black again.

The Cahokian suddenly stops moving as Grimm stares at him. His body shakes uncontrollably as he just stands where he was. Unlike Piledriver, the Cahokian moans something that sounds like, "Neyeste Cahokia! Neyeste..." before his eyes fill with tears.

There's a lot going on, but Forge has to take every chance he can get here. Springs start to wrap around Forge's legs as he points back toward the sniper perch whence that thin beam of energy lanced down upon Piledriver. Roaring, "SOMEONE GET BRAINCHILD," Forge springs at the Cahokian. Metal cables erupt out of Forge's metal flesh from what seems like every angle as Forge tries to tackle and grapple the Legendary Bowman.

Forge slams into the ground more or less where the Cahokian has frozen in terror. There isn't time to contemplate its source, Forge simply does his best to weave himself between Cahokian and Brainchild's line of fire. He wraps his actual arms around Cahokian's midsection in a massive bear hug whilst his metal cables snap up and out to ensnare Cahokian at the wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles.

"C'mon. C'mon. Someone get the psionic gadgeteer."

The Cahokian takes as deep a breathe as he can and seems to regain control of his emotions. He then starts trying to get free of Forge's grasp but is unsuccessful. In a mild tone, he says in his oddly accented English, "I will die before I let myself be imprisoned again."

"On it, handsome," Gabrielle says cheekily to Malcolm. He said psionic? Hmm. That may be a challenge. She flickers out of sight, only to reappear beside Brainchild with a hiss of dark whispering with her hand raised and pointed in a gun gesture. "Bang," she says casually as she cocks back the 'hammer' of her fake gun and sends a beam of darkness at him.

Brainchild stands in the shadows on the rooftop across the way. He waears a blue jumpsuit sort of costume with orange red belt, boots, helmet (with goggles), and gloves. The belt is obviously high tech as a near invisible force field rises from it. An equally orange red jet pack humms on his back.

The beam of darkness that shoots out of Grimm's gun finger strikes true on Brainchild. And splashes harmlessly off his force field, The average sized man in the gaudy costume says in an completely deadpan voice, "Ouch." He adds after a beat, "Now please release the Cahokian before I set off the bomb on one of Colonial Bay's famed trains. No more heroics."

Pelana growls, she's had enough, and this fool thinks he's safe on a rooftop?! Nobody told him they have an authentic GIANT DRAGON on this impromptu team. A moment's will is all she needs to release the invisible 'tension' that's keeping her down in the world of humans.... Pelana begins to grow, and grow, more rapidly than can be easily believed. Her fist is wound back by the time she's on eye-level with Brainchild, and then a punch the size of a family sedan is coming right for him!

"HEY! What're you doing, you crazy--" Gabrielle yells out in a scared panic as she flinches and cowers down to shield herself as Pelana's fist flies towards both her and Brainchild. At the last second, she goes dark and transparent. Her words get cut off because she disappears inside Pelana's fist at a convenient time for the censors.

Brainchild is knocked clear off of the building by the force and size of Pelana's blow. He goes flying back over 20m, luckily not hitting anything else on the way. He seems to hang in the air over a block away for a moment then starts to fall. But before he falls more than a meter or so, a now familiar flash of light occurs and he is teleported away.

A shadow flits about Pelana's gigantic fist apparently trying to hit it but having no effect. Grimm appears on the rooftop when Pelana withdraws her fist.

"Oh come on. /ANOTHER/ train?!" cries Forge. He looks intently at the Cahokian and flatly replies, "Call your boys and their bombs off, brotha, or you and me are going to be hitting /EVERY/ train in the city until I find the one or ones with a bomb."

The metal man flexes his cables around Cahokian's limbs and quietly adds, "And if we do that, neither you nor I are going to have a say on whether you end up imprisoned." Forge winces at the sound of Pelana's giant mitt making impact with something. "You call 'em off and maybe, just maybe, I will go to bat for you not ending up in prison. How's that strike you?"

The Cahokian does not respond until a moment or two later to Forge's words. Then with a sad smile, he states, "I know of no bomb. But the Brainchild lies well. Think on it." He squirms against Forge's graps then says, "I will not go back to any prison. Ohahte Cahokia!" The warrior then clenches his jaw tigh enough for Forge to hear a cracking sound. The Cahokian shudders and then goes utterly limp in Forge's grasp.

Forge's jaw opens and closes so many times one might think the Cahokian just detonated a kinkbomb in Forge's head too. The metal man certainly seems to be mouthing like a fish trying to suck oxygen from water. Voice cracking, Forge inquires, "Did you... Did you just blow up your vagus nerve with your skull?"

Very, very carefully, Forge jostles Cahokian in his grasp. It is an unspoken 'Hello? Anybody home?'

Grimm staggers a few steps and becomes solid again. "You're just as bad as Merc Force, you crazy vil!" she shouts at Pelana, her voice trembling a little. She flickers and vanishes from the roof, appearing near Malcolm on the ground.

The Cahokian lolls about limp as a rag doll in Forge's grasp. He does not seem to be breathing.

Pelana looks down, taking the opportunity to limber up her arms and stretch her wings a bit. "Hey, EX-vil, thanks. I figured you'd be able to improvise, and look, I was right! Nobody hurt at all." She doesn't seem to be in a great big hurry to get smaller, so it's a good thing that the streets are fairly well reinforced in this area for the same historical reason the Bunker is, or she'd be making some potholes.

"... Cyanide tooth?"

Forge levers Cahokian down onto the ground before releasing his metal cables. The metal man drops into a crouch at the Bowman's side and starts trying to check vital signs. He looks, perhaps pleadingly, over at Grimm as he tries to figure out if there's anything he can do. Because this is, needless to say, bad.

"Hard to tell after you hit Bard and almost hit me if I wasn't so lucky and fast," Gabrielle scowls at Pelana. "I'd say you're still a vil." She looks over to Malcolm. "Hey, so how's your...oh..." her voice softens and trails off. "Did you say cyanide?" she asks gently as she steps closer to Malcolm and puts a hand on his shoulder, looking down at the Cahokian. "I'm...sorry. My powers...I can't help with something like that."

Sirens sound as police are beginning to head to the area. Some of the people in the club must have called them.

"I don't... I don't know. He bit down, there was a crack, he went limp," states Forge, voice hollow. The metal man drops back onto his ass, staring blankly at Cahokian's corpse. He reaches up to lightly pat Grimm on the hand with one metal-coated hand as he stares at the corpse for long moments. Somewhere along the way, Forge's Colossus' Flesh melts away, leaving plain old Malcolm sitting there.

Pelana finally deigns to return to humanity. "Eh, I used to date Bard. He's resilient, and I owed him for one time he put a whammy on me. I knew he wasn't in any real danger. It's like me trying to claim I'm afraid for my life 'cause someone pulls a pistol on me. Basically like that... oh." She peers at the dead man. "He... really did not believe in being taken alive, did he?"

The Cahokian's high tech crossbow beeps then the arms of it fold in.

There is a distinct almond odor coming from his mouth as Grimm sets him up to administer the breathe of life ande chest compressions.

"Maybe...maybe we can still save him. Or administer aid until the paramedics can take over?" Gabrielle suggests as Malcolm seems to be in shock from what happened. She gives his shoulder an encouraging squeeze, then steps beside the Cahokian and kneels down. She turns his head to try and clear the airway and swipes at his mouth, then straightens up his head and gives him two breaths of air, then checks for breathing. And then, the chest compressions and continued breathes of life begin.

The police roll up and make their usual noises then an ambualnce arrives on scene as well. The paramedics start to head downstairs then are redirected to take over from Grimm. They start giving the Cahokian oxygen and put an autodoc to work trying to get his heart beating. After just a few minutes, the paramedics hoist the Cahokian into their lvan and start to head out.

The police have a number of questions for you all and politely ask you to cooperate.

Cables snake out of the neck of Malcolm's shirt to grab Grimm by the shoulders as she leans in to give the Cahokian The Breath of (Shadow) Life. He taptaps the side of his nose as he gently restrains her from getting too close to that mouthful of almond scent.

"I don't remember what poison smells like almonds, but I guarantee you don't want to put your mouth near his."

A third cable snakes out of the sleeve of Malcolm's shirt to entangle that dang crossbow, pulling it out of immediate reach. Just in case. He holds it at cable's length until the cops arrive.

Grimm looks at Malcolm questioningly as he restrains her, then suddenly realization dawns on her. "Oh god! I didn't even think about that!" she suddenly looks worried, but also relieved that Malcolm just saved her from probably ingesting an unhealthy dose of cyanide.

Pelana shrugs. "I was a little high up to smell things, but he sure LOOKED dead to me. In a purely not-a-doctor-at-all kind of snap judgement. Live folks don't foam like that."

"Guy bit down on his jaw that something went *CRACK*. He went dead limp, nonresponsive, and there was something that sure smelled like cyanide when she," Malcolm indicates Grimm, "Tried to give him CPR."

"Guy bit down on his jaw so hard that something went *CRACK*. He went dead limp, nonresponsive, and there was something that sure smelled like cyanide when she," Malcolm indicates Grimm, "Tried to give him CPR." The tall man quirks an eyebrow, "... Why?"

"Well," says Detective Unger, "seems the dead guy woke up and overpowered the paramedics. They'll be fine, eventually, but we got an APB out now for this Cahokian."

Malcolm facepalms at the news. He lets out a long, grunty sort of sigh and intones, "Can you have all of his gear sent to Starguard, Detective Unger? I'll get on the PDA to my boss, get paperwork in the pipe as quick as I can." The tall man slowly drags his face out of his hand and looks at Unger, who he assumes looks like Detective Briscoe from Law & Order, before apologizing, "I'm sorry, Detective. I just don't want your people getting hurt if this guy comes looking for his stuff back, y'know?"

Pelana murmurs, "Did say I wasn't a doctor, right?"

Grimm remains near Malcolm as she watches all the legal interactions, taking notes. It's like hands on class for her. "Hey, look on the bright side," says the shady meta. "At least he's not dead."

Detective Unger quirks a bemused smile, "Well, I'm certain we can cooperate in that way, Agent Gibbs. I'll let my Lieutenant know your request is on the way." He then looks over at Grimm. "Yes, it is a good thing, Ms Grimm. And thank you to all of you for stopping them from succeeding in this incident." The weather beaten detective then asks, "Can any of you give me the name or description of the, hmm," he checks his notes then says, "Cat boy who seems to be at the center of this? Seems someone, probably this Brainchild you mention, messed with thw security cameras in the club. We don't have any footage from inside."

"Yeah. I didn't have extradimensional Patriot kill himself with a cyanide capsule in my arms," comments Malcolm. He still looks exhausted. The tall man shakes his head, "Not me, Detective. Sorry. I pulled up and the rumble was already going on outside the club."

Detetvie Unger looks over at Pelana. "And you, Ms Ardoi? Do you know who he is or where we might find him?"

Pelana asks, "The dead guy who isn't dead? No idea. The other guy on the roof? All I know is I knocked him clean off, then he vanished somewhere. A lot like some teleporting things I've seen, the portable sort as opposed to a transmat."

Grimm shrugs slightly. "Just that he had cat ears and a tail. I didn't get a good look," she covers for Sasha and turns her concerned attentions to the exhausted Malcolm. She looks like she wants to comfort him, but is worried to do so in front of the Detective while he's on sudden agent duty. "Well, that is technically an improvement," she still holds to her assessment, but sighs, sounding a little less positive.

Pelana sighs. "Sorry. Been a long day. No, he vanished. He's someone I've seem around before, but I can't say he's a friend of mine in particular. Or an enemy. Just a guy I've seen."

"The catboy, Pel, not Cahokian or Brainchild," offers Malcolm. (repose then Pelana's pose)

Detective Unger nods to Pelana. "Thank you, Ms Ardoi. Would you mind if one of our officers called you tomorrow to do an identi-kit over your PDA with him? It would help us with our case."