Log:Broken Arrows, Scene 2

Broken Arrows 2013/10/05 Abigail 2

This is the aftermath of the NG attack on Starguard headquarters. All of the front windows of the SGHQ are smashed from the sonic gun attack mounted. It's through this entrance that Patrick Simms, NCIS, enters. He's a tall silver haired man with a lanky build wearing a windbreaker, khaki pants and a button down shirt.

Having changed into a full uniform, not just whatever was handy after a shower, Abigail is assisting with recovery and investigation stuff. "Yes, I want to know -exactly- what he got from the servers. Every detail. Maybe there is something he got a -part- of that we can use against him to draw him out." she says into a comm as she stands in the reception area, waiting for Agent Simms. After all, life goes on, yes?

Crunch, crunch. Simms steps across the threshold and over to Abigail. "Lt. Colonel Hearns?" He takes a moment to glance back to the smashed-up entrance. "Is this a bad time?"

Looking back over her shoulder, Abigail shakes her head, "Well, not anymore. Had a few tense moments earlier, right after I called you but... what's done is done. Can't put the cat back in the bag y'know?" She puts down her communicator and turns to face the Agent fully before offering a hand, "And yes, I'm Hearns. So what can I do for you Special Agent Simms?" She gestures and leads him to an office where they might have a bit of privacy... sensing that there is classified information involved here.

Simms follows Abby to the office. "You look... different from what I expected," he comments on the way over. Once in the office, Simms says: "I was hoping to talk to you about a case I'm working on. It's related to a bank robbery in Colonial Bay -- I believe you had a hand in breaking it up."

"Different?" asks Abigail. She then nods and adds, "There was a bit of a weird thing a while back where I absorbed some of... well, let's just say that I have a little essence of a chinese Immortal stuck in my soul now. So..." she gestures to her eyes and sits down, "Yes, the weapons used there were... quite distinctive. I went out of my way to insure that they were -all- collected, confiscated, and turned in as classified material. How can I help with whatever it is -you- are working on?"

Simms nods. "It turns out that the weapons used in the crime were from a batch that was being decommissioned. The transport aircraft carrying the weapons went down over the water, and it went down with all hand on board."

Inclining her head, Abigail leans back in her seat. "Okay." she remarks, "Do we have any idea who attacked the flight?" She pauses and adds, "I'm sorry to bring this up, but... can I ask your clearance level?" (wanting to know if I can talk about certain details with him y'know?)

"I've been butting heads with General Newman over clearances," Simms says with a sigh. "I'm not sure if your aware of this, but the advanced energy weapons project is being scrapped, and it's generally viewed as an expensive boondoggle that some people are trying to run with as a political football." He shakes his head, "That's an aside for me -- all I care about is finding the rest of the guns. And making sure that they don't end up in the hands of criminals. Why don't I start by tell you what I know..."

"There was no attack on the flight," Simms says. "The crew reported a mechanical failure and went down off the coast of the Florida."

"I am asking for a reason. Give me a moment." says Abigail as she stands up and starts dialing a number on her phone. She steps out of the room and calls the General she works through. "Yes, General Young please." she says. "Colonel Hearns..." And when the General gets on the line, she outlines the course of the man's questions, notes that he's trying to recover the weapons that went missing and asks, "Sir, I am formally asking permission to explain to him how I received my powers...."

General Newman relents. "Just be careful, Hearns. There are some people who would want to take any information about the project and use it to cast the program in a bad light. We did good work. It's just that sometimes these things don't work out. Now, I trust you, and Simms seems straightforward enough. Go ahead."

"Thank you sir." offers Abigail as she hangs up and heads back into the room. She makes sure that the door is sealed and activates her Starguard comm. "In case there -are- any listening devices in this room. I am ordering them taken offline immediately. Lt. Colonel Hearns giving the order on General Newman's authority." That said, she waits a five count and then says, "Okay Agent Simms. Here is the lowdown. You know that I was the pilot transporting the first batch of those weapons for field testing and there was an attack... this is why I thought this one may have been attacked. So do me a favor, let's assume that there was sabotage, not just some accidental failure, okay?"

There's a pause and she lifts a hand, a plasma glow coming to it. "Does this effect look familiar? You see, in the attack, one of those bio-plasma storage cells ruptured and infused my body... ever since then, I've been what you see before you. But you should know, during the robbery, the exact same thing happened to one of the criminals... and I haven't heard anything about his condition yet. So you might want to follow up but understand that it's entirely possible that there may be another one out there with abilities similar to my own."

Simms listens quietly for a moment absorbing the information. "The bank robber you're talking about? He's recuperating in a federal prison hospital. As far as I'm aware of, he hasn't exhibited any superpowers. Now, back when you got your powers, there was a member of the flight crew - Sgt. Ryan Allan. Lost an arm and a leg during the incident where you got your powers." He pulls out his PDA to refer to it. Reading from his screen, he says: "Got transferred to a desk job afterwards. Didn't seem to adjust very well to the situation..."

"Yes, I've tried to keep track of them." A sigh and she shakes her head, "But anyway, you might say I have a vested interest in helping you. I apologize for the delay, but I was basically asking permission to bring you into the know for this. So tell me, how can I help with your investigation and operation? I have zero issue reporting to -you- on this. It is your op."

"How can you help?" Simms says. "The wreckage of the crash was located recently by Navy divers. Sgt. Allan was supposed to be on that flight, but his body is missing. How he managed to get assigned to the transport mission was a bit of an oddity. The guns were missing too..." Simms pauses a moment. "I believe it's possible that Allan is alive, possibly in Colonial Bay, dealing in stolen military hardware. You have knowledge of the possible suspect and on the guns he might be peddling. If I'm going to be chasing down someone armed with high energy weaponry, might not hurt to even the odds some."

Nodding slowly, Abigail works that through her brain. "Oh Ryan... Ryan..." she shakes her head then and sighs. "If we do locate him. I only ask one thing. Let me -try- to talk him down without things going overboard. The man gave a leg for his country. Even if he's maladjusted, he has -earned- the benefit of the doubt. Also, let me inquire through my sources and make sure he's not working undercover... which is also possible."

Simms nods. "I can agree to that. In the meantime, I'll try to talk to the bank robbers and get a lead on how they obtained the weaponry."

"Maybe I can talk to the one who had the rifle blow up. I really hope he doesn't turn out to be another me." Abi mutters that and shakes her head, "It was difficult to adjust to it, but the hardest part was the survivor's guilt. Not -everyone- survived the ambush." She eyes the Agent and adds, "I wager you know what that feels like yourself..."

Simms nods solemnly. After a momentary silence, he stands. "Thank you for your time, Colonel. After a little time, let's get together and compare notes."

"Absolutely. HEre.." Abi holds out a card, her card. "This is my personal number if you ever need anything. I am at NCIS's beck and call. Law and Order y'know?" she asks with a grin.

"Oh, and Semper Fi."