2009-04-03: First Contact

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Summary: Two crimefighters meet and there seems to be tension.

Date: April 3, 2009

Log Title: First Contact

Rating: PG-13


NYC - Hell's Kitchen

The rough neighborhood in Midtown West New York known as Hell's Kitchen almost has a darker tone to it. Once you step into this neighborhood the city takes on a different feel, the buildings are shorter but everything feels darker. There is real grit to this part of town where many of the New York City criminals see to make their home.


It's nighttime in Hell's Kitchen, but still early compared to the usual times the Kitchen sees activity. As usual, the typical scum is around. Gang members, drunks, and hookers wander the streets. Up above the the streets, perched on a gargoyle is one of the defenders of this area of the city. No, he's not in red leather. Just a tight blue and gray costume with a D over his chest, a hood up, and wrap-around mirrored goggles over his eyes…it's Defense. He's just out looking for any trouble that needs stopping tonight…

It wasn't fair. She dodged a punch. There was a loud zap and a flash of blue light, then a thud. Marisu looked down at the man currently lying on the ground. Poor guy. She sighed, then leaned down to take his cellphone, with the intention to look through the contacts later.

The flash of light and the zap are enough to get Defense's attention even if he's without super senses. He's immediately up and running rooftops. It's only a few moments before he's there, jumping off the building and landing on a shield to prevent injury. The sheild vsnishes quickly and the hooded hero froms at Marisu's back. "Hey."

She looks up at him and smiles. "Hello." Huh. She was wondering when someone would show up. Seriously, people shoulld've noticed all the bodies by now. She turns around and sticks her hand out. "My name is Blind Surgeon."

Defense quirks an eyebrow at the offered hand, remaining otherwise unmoving. "Well, nice to meet ya but typically, I don't shake hands with muggers and pickpockets," he says, glancing at the man on the ground.

Wait, was he implying that she was a thief? It made sense, but she still couldn't help but wince at how wrong he was. Marisu took her hand away. "Luckily, I'm neither. In fact, he was the criminal, and I needed his cell phone to check for his contacts." Despite saying this, she started charging her left hand, just in case.

Defense's skin flashes blue for a second. "You make a habit of snooping around the cellphones of people you knock out?" he asks, eyebrow arched again.

Her fellow vigilante seemed to love arching his eyebrow. "Only the criminals. Otherwise, I just take money out of their wallets." She smiled, hoping he wouldn't take her seriously. She really wasn't in the mood for a fight.

Defense gives a flat look then sighs. "And why do you need his contacts list?" he asks. "I'm Defense by the way. I'm with Freedom Force." he tacks on. Sure, he only just joined the government team the other day and hasn't met anyone but the leader but he's part of the team.

A look of confusion crossed her face, bur was quickly quashed. "Oh. Well, this man is a drug dealer, so looking at his contacts might lead me to his supplier." She puased for a moment. "Also, what's Freedom Force?" That had to be one of the cheesiest names ever.

Defense crosses his arms, nodding slightly. "Drug dealer…what's he dealing? Normal stuff or MGH?" he asks, remembering the 'party drug' from down in Florida. "Freedom Force is the United States' super team," he says simply. That's really all he knows after all.

"MGH." She grimaced. There seemed to be more dealers of the stuff, nowadays. Her voice was cold when she spoke again. "So, the government hired you?" The government has its own pet supers now? Ugh. Yet more problems."

Defense scowls. "Know what varient?" he asks, walking over to the downed dealer and nudging him with his foot. "Team's been around for about half a month," he says, having done some research. "I dunno if we're gettin' paid though."

"I'm not sure, but it's probably the kind that gives civvies powers, seeing as how it's being sold on the street." She crossed her arms, frowning. "Huh. Guess you should find out then." She would bet money that he was going to be doing Black Ops. It was a pretty high chance. There was already more than enough teams to take care of everything else, right?

The goggled hero glances up towards the darker corners of the buildings, frowning a moment. "Damn…hope it's just the generic Cappers and not anything lik Pyros or Dreamers…" he murmurs. "Yeah, I'll be finding out soon," he says. "Anything on the phone?"

She scrolled through the contacts. Damn. "There's only codenames. Great." She sighed. Why couldn't this be easy? "So. What do you think we should do?"

Defense stretches. "Take down his number. Track it. Got a couple thousand sites you can use to connect an address to a number. Or coordinates to the last known cellphone use. Then hunt 'em down or pass off the location to the cops."

She nodded. Lord knows she wouldn't be telling the police. The supplier would just get a short sentence, or maybe have the charges overturned. That happened sometimes. "Good luck with the whole Freedom Force thing." With that, she turned to walk away.

Defense frowns. "Thanks…" he trails off. "Good luck with the dealers," he offers. The shield-making hero looks down at the KO'd dealer and sighs. "Now to deal with you," he mutters, making a mental note to talk to the others in Freedom Force about 'Blind Surgeon'.

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