2010-12-22: Anonymous Tip


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Summary: Maxwell calls SHIELD to speak to the 'Agent with the Bird'.

Date: December 22, 2010

Log Title: Anonymous Tip

Rating: PG-13

NYC - Mutant Town

Mutant Town, also known as District X, has become a haven for mutants. This section of town doesn't care what you look like, accepting all mutants no matter what their appearance. Most of the businesses in this section of town are mutant run ranging from small convenience stores to clothing shops to restaurants to night clubs. The buildings here aren't the high rise buildings you might find in mid-town but most are about 5-6 stories high. Mutant Town might not be the most luxurious section of town, in fact it's fairly run down, but this section of where mutants are safe and welcomed regardless of race, religion and culture.

Early morning in mutant town and the Hooligan is staking out an alleyway off the beaten path. Looking down from a rooftop. About an hour before he'd phoned in an 'anonymous' tip to SHIELD using a cheap child's toy voice changer than he had some information on the mutant town attacks. His exact words 'Send the guy with the bird.. I see anyone else and I'm gone.' that agent would be quetzal, since verde's bird form is the only one Hooligan has seen. He waits patiently, though getting a little apprehensive since the sun is coming up.. he works best at night.

The tip came in and field agent turned teacher was notified. SHEILD wasn't too happy about sending him out on his own but some security measures were taken. Wearing a leather bomber jacket over a pair of jeans and walking down the street with his usual limp and cane but the bird isn't seen with him, nor is any animal for that fact as Verde is currently tucked away in his pocket as a mouse. He doesn't know who he's looking for so he finds a wall to lean agaist casually for now, adjusting his sunglasses as he watches how the repairs are going.

Maxwell spots the agent and slowly tracks his movements from the rooftop, waiting until he turns into the alley as per the instructions. Once that happens he makes his way to the edge and with a few quick movments goes down the fire escape and lands with a thud in front of him. His armor has been repaired and shows patchs from bulletholes and other damage and he's sporting a new mask. The lenses over his eyes reflect what little light there is as he speaks simply. "Show me a badge.."

At Maxwell's request there is a sigh from Quetzal. "First punk ass teenagers and now punk ass mystery callers." He mutters as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out his SHIELD badge and shows it to Maxwell, though he won't let him take it or anything, looking is enough. "Let me guess, yet another person who believes SHIELD is scum of the earth and wants to make an example out of the agent whose been hanging around Mutant Town lately?" He almost sounds bored as he says it.

Maxwell chuckles softly "Don't flatter yourself.. I'm here to help. Just needed to make sure you were the right person. So let's get down to business shall we? First off if you havn't already figured it out, the entire party was a trap set by Magneto and Dingo to draw out the gamesmen. They used Mutant town as live bait. Second these gamesmen aren't just some good old boys club that decided to go out and hunt muties. They're pros.. mercenaries at the very least. This is likely more like collecting scalps for bounty than it is some kind of competition."

There's a bit of a smile that crosses his face as he nods. Dingo is Bruce..that's interesting. "Yes, I knew it was a lure, I tried to be there but my superiors had me doing something else." He isn't specific about it. "I've been trying to figure out where they came from and eventually track to some sort of base of operations. I'm aware that they probably have multipul bases." As most organizations do. "Do you think they have some sort of backing? Besides this MacBeth fellow?"

Maxwell nods and removes somthing that was strapped to his back, it's an assault rifle. "Definately, I took this off one of thier boys during the fight. This is a custom job, no serial numbers. All plastic and ceramic parts.. ammunition is caseless, solid propelent with a ceramic bullet. Perfect for taking out a magnetic mutant, or so slipping through security checkpoints. What you have here is bleeding-edge terrorist tech.. Hydra, AIM, Latveria, take your pick." He sets the rifle on the ground and kicks it over to Quetzal. "Thier armor was some kind of high-density mesh.. designed to be impervious to thier own weapons. Most likely in case the mutants got ahold of some of them. I saw it first-hand."

"Somebody knew Magneto would be there." Quetzal states the obvious as he looks at the assault rifle. "Fuck." He mutters. "I hate Hydra and AIM, luckily I don't have any dealings with Latveria much." But he doesn't like them either. He puts on a pair of gloves before bending down and picking up the rifle and looking at it, he is someone who obviously has had a great deal of experience handing firearms. "I'm trying to figure out how they got in and out, and who might be their inside man if anyone. I can run this against files we have to see if anyone we know has manufactured a weapon like this before."

Maxwell nods "They had air support waiting, I heard of them calling for an airlift after they received an order called "Code Hoarfrost" which I'm guessing was a retreat command since they fled soon afterwards. This attack had military precision. They were acting in coordinated fire-teams of 4 to 6 men. The squad I jumped on the jump had three gunners with those rifles and a short-range support gunner with a flamethrower. God only knows what they were gonig to do on that roof had I not showed up."

"Since New York City airspace is restricted…I'll see if I can find out where air traffic was spotted and see if I can map out things from there." After all Quetzal is a pilot and he knows a bit about air travel patterns and such. He reaches into his pocket and when he pulls it out there's a mouse in his hand who he lets run up to his shoulder. "Thank you so much for this information, I want to get these guys as much as the next guy. And I don't see it as just an attack on mutants but an attack on US Soil."

Maxwell nods "Well one last tip, check the hospitols for somone admitted after the attack with a shattered collarbone and possible fractures to the vertebrea in the neck. He'd had a very distinctive bruising pattern as well. If you find him, then you've found one of the squad I went up against."

Quetzal pulls out a business card with his name and a number on it. "Here, a better way to reach me without having to go through hoops and raising red flags with SHIELD. I'm agent Quetzal." He says not expecting Maxwell to introduce himself back. "Also I want to look into this MacBeth fellow more, see if he has the funds to exactly fund something of this scale. He's not the puppetmaster behind this, I have a feeling he's just a front."

Maxwell nods and takes the card "Sure thing, good hunting on Macbeth, if I run into anything street-side I'll be in touch."

"Thank you for your help, it's much appricated." Quetzal says as he does plan on going and reporting his findings to his higher ups. "Is there a way to get in touch with you incase I do find out more, or should we just leave it to random chance?

Maxwell smiles "Well I don't exactly have a big spotlight in the sky for when I'm needed.. but I'm sure we'll run into each other again."

Quetzal extends a hand to Maxwell. "Thank you again, I'm going to head back and find out what I can now. I really hope this isn't AIM or HYDRA but then I wouldn't mind taking another shot at HYDRA." Quetzal says with a michevious sort of grin with a hint of spite. The mouse hops off of Quetzal's shoulder and lands on the ground as a German Shephard.

Maxwell shakes the offered hand and nods "Well if you need some extra backup, I'll be around. Not above working with the system when it serves a greater purpose."

There's a nod to Maxwell at his words as Quetzal appricates it. "Well thank you again." He says as he turns and starts to walk out of the alley way. His cane clicking on the pavement as he limps his way out with his trusted 'dog' beside him.

Maxwell waits for the pair to leave before making his way to a nearby motorcycle and heads for home.

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