Stop That Train!

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{desc=[[Trinity, Omega]]}Grand Central Station
8pm

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If the world ever ran out of terrorists and nutjobs Bobbie would have to return to her old career. But that was never going to happen, at least not in her lifetime. That could be taken as pessimism, but it was truth. There was too much hatred and ignorance in people for the violence to ever cease, and usually it was over the dumbest reasons. A couple of minutes ago SHIELD got a call from local authorities informing me them of a serious threat at the Grand Central Station. A group of pissed off and highly volatile mutants had barged in the place with nothing but ill intent for the building and all of its occupants. One of them, the largest of the group, had a strange looking device strapped to his back. As luck would have it, said device was a bomb that was going to go off in the next 30 minutes if SHIELD did not get there in time. What exactly was their reason for this? They were mutants so it was safe to assume that they wanted to pay back society for the way they had been treated throughout their lives.

Bobbie could sympathize because she was a mutant as well, but this was not the way to go about it. These people had to be stopped before so many lives were lost. She along with several agents loaded up in a quinjet and sped toward the station. She checked her weapons one last time just as the aerial vehicle landed. The field leader stood up, placing his loaded gun in its holster before speaking. “Listen up. Intel says we’ve got six mutants inside with a bomb. Their abilities are unknown outside of one pyrokinetic. Caution is a must. Spectrum, Trinity, and Omega, you’re Bravo Team. I want you ladies to enter through the back while the rest of us try to take them from the front. Let’s keep this clean and prevent as many casualties as possible. Lethal use is authorized, but try to take them in alive.” The hatch opened. “Alright people let’s move it!”

Bobbie stepped out of the quinjet and immediately activated her infrared vision. ”Wow that is a lot of hostages.” So many different body temperatures clouded her vision. She returned her eyes to normal as the team moved along to their entry point. ”Well ladies, let’s get this done.”

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima was already hacking into the stations security systems and attempting to locate any sort of advantage they could glean, it did not take her long to commandeer the security camera's and by the time they were landing she had eyes on the central scene.

"I have accessed the stations central security system, I am only able to control the security camera's and P.A. system so far. There are 6 perpetrators, one of which is six foot ten inches in height, approximately two hundred eighty pounds, and seems to have the primary incendiary device strapped to his back. Unable to determine what kind of incendiary device is being employed. All of our entrances and exists have been barred using local security key cards that can not be remotely unlocked without the correct key card. There are approximately 68 hostages, 37 adults, 15 elderly and 16 children. 39 male, 29 female. I theorize I will have no difficultly forcing a breach through any of the entrances, how ever, we should approach with caution regardless."

She did not mind taking orders and following commands, she was used to operating in a system where things were carried out in an orderly fashion, she is an agent of order and simply will not question her place in that order until an opportune moment, and she recognizes now is not that time. Any trained Shield agent may give Karima commands and she will follow them unless they conflict with her primary directive. She would have informed all of the shield agents of this fact prior to their landing. Karima was a tool for them to use, it was a place she did not mind being, and so long as they did not abuse that privilege, they were free to use her as they saw fit.

When they land, Karima strides out of the quinjet smoothly, following behind the other two she was assigned with under the heading Bravo team. She had no radio or other form of wireless communicator since that sort of thing was basically already built into her. She had been given what ever standard issue side arm is given to Shield agents, how ever it was holstered. Already about a hundred scenario's were running in Karima's mind based on what she already knew of the scene in order to gleam what was the most efficient, lowest mortality rate scenario that could be employed to diffuse the situation. Once Bravo team was in place at the rear, Karima spoke to all of the agents present over the radio.

"I am attempting to access the buildings floor plans and blue prints. If at all possible, I would prefer to go in first."

If it were possible, Karima would've done her best to brief the other agents in the field with her on her various abilities, her super strength, agility, computational targeting system and general bullet proofness. She is not deliberately a martyr, but rather logically understands that the shield agents she is working with currently are perhaps not as durable and resistant to normally lethal means of harm as she is. In her mind, it's simply the most correct course of action. Given that she has 30 minutes, or well, probably closer to 20 now, she could probably diffuse this entire situation on her own, but she lacks any sort of interest in playing the lone ranger/glory hound/hero type. There's simply no incentive, it's probably one of her more desirable traits, given things are done logically, and do not conflict with her primary objective, Karima will always follow orders. Even if they aren't logical, due to perhaps circumstance, Karima will still follow orders and fall in line. She is the perfect soldier, at least that much of what Sentinel envisioned for her has held over into her free life.

[Cheryl Harrison]

Hostage situations. Cheryl had handled them before, but never ones this large, or this complex. She'd never wanted to. Still, Cher didn't care why they'd decided to detonate a bomb in New York, or why they were so intent on taking other people out with them. Someone else could deal with that puzzle. All she needed to know was how to take them out of commission without getting anyone killed in the process. The only thing she did want to know was what powers they'd be up against. That would undoubtedly make things easier. Through the trip to Manhattan, Cheryl had remained nearly silent. She was content to listen to what little information they had, and focus mentally.

Shortly before landing, Karima was able to give them some more information on the situation below. Cheryl ran through Omega's words as she spoke, trying to get a better grasp on the situation. Unlike the other two members of her team, she was essentially flying blind. She had no enhanced senses. Even if she did decide to X-ray the building, she still wouldn't be able to decipher the results. Unlike a certain teammate, she wasn't a robot. But, unfortunately, this was hardly the time or place to hold a grudge against Karima. If SHIELD thought she should be here, then Cheryl wouldn't question their judgment. If they were going to get out of here without casualties, they'd need to work together.

The mention of the bomb's carrier worrying; someone that large could easily have a hundred pounds or more strapped on him. If he was in good shape, potentially a lot more. Even dynamite in that quantity would have a nasty effect. If it was something stronger, everyone in the area would be at risk. Cheryl glanced between Spectrum and Omega. “Do you think you can interface with that bomb once we're in? Shut it down? If not, I might be able to hit it with an EMP. It'll hit everything else in the area too, though. Lights and us.”

In her and Spectrum's case, that would simply mean that their communications were shut off. Not necessarily a big deal. Karima, however, was slightly more vulnerable. Cheryl had seen firsthand what happened when the cyborg got hit with an EMP. She'd been the one to do it, after all. She turned her focus to Spectrum, awaiting her decision. She was the senior agent on their team by a wide margin; naturally, she was the one in charge.

She prowled after the senior agent, several feet back, scanning the area intently. Even if she didn't have the ability to see through walls, she was still more than capable of figuring out how to best deal with the terrain. Her normal bubbly demeanor was gone, replaced by coiled tension and barely-concealed aggression. Cheryl was young—younger than nearly anyone on the Helicarrier liked—but she was just as much of a weapon as Karima. She was just able to turn back into a normal person when the mission ended.

Once in position, Cheryl crouched, ready for the word to move. There was still last-second planning to be done, but she damn well wasn't going to let them be caught off-guard, in case the enemy decided to strike first. She wasn't sure that she liked this situation. Her powers were better suited towards working alone, or with a single partner. Preferably in a large, unimportant area, with no risk of civilian casualties or massive amounts of property damage. A hostage situation in the middle of Manhattan—with a whole team of agents—was just asking for trouble. They were, essentially, pointing one bomb at another and hoping everything worked out. Cheryl had never actually needed to use lethal force on a mission, but she had a feeling that this might be the one to change that.

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