S.H.I.E.L.D.: Avengers Academy (IC)

[Prolieum]

Central Park Zoo, August 2nd, 2020

0945

Marie Charpentier

Marie bit her lip. She would normally defer to the sniper's greater experience and training in the field, and wished to avoid conflict, but this seemed a critical enough issue that she needed to speak up.

"Pardon the intrusion, but the Zoo School Building is only a single story, with a triangular roof. The Arsenal, the administration area, is four stories, flat-roofed, and on the perimeter-it offers a greatly superior vantage point."

She waited for a response to her suggestion as they moved on, and then responded to Christina's question as to a visual, and, a well-camouflaged being catching her eye, hissed a quick response while searching for cover. "There. Bogey, Vector one-on..four o'clock-under tree cover."

[The V O I D]

Lucy Green
R&D Laboratory 013
S.H.E.I.L.D. Complex

As she pulled herself upright and wrestled her breathing back under control, Lucy's eyes followed the ovoid firearm with an air of mild dejection, fighting a losing war with eagerness and expectation of something new and interesting. Taking several deep breaths to reinvigorate her body, she began wiggling her hips slightly to burn off the ever-bubbling excess of energy.

The sudden change of the room prompted a low whistle from Lucy, which quickly fluked up several notes and became a jaunty tune as Richard handed her a pair of glowing boots, which looked similar to his glowing trousers, and a watch. The watch didn't interest her especially but she did spend several seconds examining the boots curiously before realising Richard was saying something and snapped her head up to look at him and nod happily.

As usual, most of the words he said went over her head. Something about jumping higher, which sounded cool. Perhaps she could become a real superhero with these! As she nodded along with his words, she wondered absently why Richard hadn't sent her away yet. Most other smart people got angry with her very quickly for some reason, but Richard seemed to like her. Then again, so did most smart people before they got angry with her...

Snapping out of her reverie, Lucy looked up to see Richard looking expectantly at her. After a moment spent deciding what he wanted her to do she sprinted over to the first obstacle, a low block, and jumped onto it. Sitting on its lip, she pulled of her shoes and threw them to the ground before pulling the boots onto her feet and strapping the watch to her wrist. At first the boots were very loose, her feet rattling around inside them, before they slowly tightened around her foot until they fit like a very thick second skin.

Jumping back down off of the block, she sized it up and took a few steps back before dialling up the watch and sprinting towards it. Each step felt like so little it was a marvel and her body felt like there was a motor running away at full power inside of her, filling her with energy and power. She took another step forwards and pushed upwards, sailing up...and up...and up...

Her head hit the ceiling with a sharp crack before she floated gracefully to the ground, rubbing the crown of her head, behind the block. Bouncing several times on the balls of her feet to test the gravity, she ran at the next obstacle and jumped at a pair of beams, grabbing the upper one and pulling herself through. Landing awkwardly, she sprinted off again and grabbed onto a monkey bar, swinging across three bars at a time with a wild whooping bursting out of her mouth.

Less than a minute later, she landed back in front of Richard with a soft thump, grinning from ear-to-ear and shifting her weight restlessly from one foot to another as she dialled the watch back up to the low-end gravity. With a giggle, she performed an effortless backflip and landed with arms spread and jazz hands presented.

"Tah-dah!" She laughed, "How'd I do?"

SHIELD Complex
Technological Advancement / Research and Development Division
R&D Laboratory 013

At the sound of her cracking her head against the ceiling, Thomson paled quite a number of shades whiter. He thought he'd killed her by accident. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit- oh. She was fine. And she finished the obstacle course pretty quickly as well. Thomson didn't understand how she could be so enthusiastic still. That had to have hurt, right? Maybe she didn't register pain. Or maybe she was just too...average to care? Who knows. Thomson, at this point, was just thankful he didn't have to sit through another seminar on why we don't do dangerous experiments involving agents.

"Uh, you did great. Great time... is your head okay?", he spoke calmly and softly. He seemed genuinely concerned. Whether it was because he was worried about her or his own job or the cursed seminars would never be known to Lucy. Thomson really hoped she was okay for some reason. Was this what friendship was? Worrying? He'd never really worried much before. But now he did. He didn't like it. Thomson waited for her to respond, and decided that they should probably take a break before doing any other experiments.

[Syrixces]

Mark looked around the ship, so aptly named, The Stark Shark, and muttered to himself, casting the occasional shaky gaze at those around him. The coke he'd done earlier rattled his sense, but it made him feel live, and most importantly, kept him awake. It had been around two whole days since he'd arrived at this damn place, and he could already feel his strength returning. Right now he was batting around a 4 ton level, but by the time he got to two weeks, these fucks around him would be toast.

Speaking of the scatter-brained government slaves and lackeys staring him down, Mark snorted and rolled his eyes thinking of them. So much power, so much intelligence, and none of them even thought to use it for themselves. Pathetic.

Noticing that they had neared the dropoff point, Paycheck groaned, stretched and yawned, noting to himself to do another hit once they it the ground. That shit wore off fast on his system. Of course, it was at that point that some S.H.I.E.L.D. ass-wipe said that they needed partners, especially him. Hah. More like a babysitter.

Looking around, he noticed that most already had partners. Grinning, and brushing back his hair, he leaned forward in his chair, and spoke, projecting himself.

"So. Seems I need a puppy guard partner to keep track of me. Wouldn't want me to get lost, now would we? Who wants to volunteer for the job?"

Agent Hawk/Alexander Hanson

"Then don't get lost. They are supposed to be your partner, initiate, not some babysitter," said Hawk patronizingly. He dropped himself from the plane quite easy, though it is not the easiest. Sniper rifle on the back, agent insignia and SHIELD standard uniform should tell that he's the field agent and here to assist.

"Alright, you heard what the U.S Agent said. You saw something, report to him. I will be back here, providing lookout, probably some sniping from here," said Hawk, again. The zoo is empty and not a good sign, so to speak. Apparently it is a bad thing now. No animals, no people, very bad. Sokovia changed everything, sadly.

"Any questions?" asked Hawk to the rest. "Oh, and I'm Agent Hawk. I'm here with U.S Agent to support you all."

Paycheck rolled his eyes derisively, and mock saluted, shouting, "Sir! Yes, Sir!" Snickering, he walked up to the edge of the open Stark Shark's bay, rested against the main gyro, flipping up the bird, and falling backwards, thudding into the ground, a small crater forming around him. Pulling himself out of the crater, he grinned, and cracked his knuckles, snorting. A trickle of blood slid out from his right nostril, residue form his little no-nose earlier, but he just wiped it and smiled, surging forward, and floating on air. It was day two. He could fly now.

Shattering forward, the air boomed around him as he moved to the back of the zoo, settling down in what had once been a glacial Polar bear exhibit. Except the damn bears were gone, and there was an unconscious guy bobbing in the water. Picking up the guy out of the water, he tossed him onto the fake iceberg, growling.

"Reporting in from the Polar bear exhibit. Nothing here, Definitely - Not - A Captain America - Rif, Sir."

Sniffing the air, he used the heightened senses that came around the first few hours, and noticed an odd smell floating around the air.

"And something smells funky too."

Wheeling, his ears picked up what seemed to be the sound of guns clacking, bullets entering their chambers, soldiers hiding, fumbling. Grinning, his sped towards the location of the sound, coming to a sudden stop in front of a pair of two soldiers, bedecked in green plated armor. One of them yelped, and raised his weapon, only for the gun to be caught in Paycheck's iron grasp. Ripping the gun from the man's grasp, and bending it in half, he chuckled, and reached up, pressing into his communicator, and saying, "Oi, big man? Got some soldiers around here. Now, I'm no detective, but something tells me they mayyyyyyyyy have something to do with what happened here. I'm gonna investigate further. And by that I just mean torture."

Reaching down, he squeezed the first mans, chest, cracking ribs, and tossed him aside, remembering that S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't approve of killing. Spoil sports. Turning to the other man, he licked his lips, and grabbed the mans hand, squeezing it until he heard every bone crack and pop.

"Now, now, why don't we start with why you're here? Unless, of course, you enjoy being stuck in a body cast. Broken spines are great fun, I've heard."

[Spindle]

Lucy Green
R&D Laboratory 013
S.H.E.I.L.D. Complex

"Yeah!" Lucy grinned madly at the wheelchair-bound genius, "What's next? Is it an invisibility field? Or a jet pack? A jet pack would be super cool!"

Without further ado, she jumped straight into the air and kicked off of the wall, making wooshing noises and holding her arms out behind her as if she were an aeroplane. Landing just before the the start of the obstacle course, she skidded to a stop and pushed off of the first block, rocketing towards Richard before grabbing his wheelchair to stop and pulling it almost to the wall from pure momentum.

"So, what's next Doc?" She asked, before looking down at the boots, "And can I keep these? Please? I won't break them! Honest!"

[Esselman]

Mockingbird... Shiori thought.

She simply shrugged and followed Mockingbird as she was led to her living quarters. Mockingbird had asked her name.

"Kita. The name's Shiori Kita, miss-er Mockingbird." Shiori simply replied.

If we delve in Shiori's thoughts, she's already thinking what her room would look like, what would life be in the Academy, and if they serve udon noodles in the cafeteria.

Taking her to drop her items off, Mockingbird received a comm message to which she quickly made a disgruntled face at.

"Listen, Coulson would love me to give you the speech on how necessary it is you are here and how we need student applicants for the future fate of the Avengers and what not, but I must put out a small fire first. Metaphorically... of course. When you're settled visit Thomson about a katana or something you own?" she said hurrying out of the general area of the quarters

Over comm she was contacted by Vision on a separate floor of the complex.

"They're not just soldiers?" she asked him to no availing response

"Well. And what about Chris, does he plan on even responding to the invitation?" she continued

"Perhaps once we know more about this threat, if it truly is one," concluded Vision before the comm shut off

[The V O I D]

Lucy Green
R&D Laboratory 013
S.H.E.I.L.D. Complex

"Yeah!" Lucy grinned madly at the wheelchair-bound genius, "What's next? Is it an invisibility field? Or a jet pack? A jet pack would be super cool!"

Without further ado, she jumped straight into the air and kicked off of the wall, making wooshing noises and holding her arms out behind her as if she were an aeroplane. Landing just before the the start of the obstacle course, she skidded to a stop and pushed off of the first block, rocketing towards Richard before grabbing his wheelchair to stop and pulling it almost to the wall from pure momentum.

"So, what's next Doc?" She asked, before looking down at the boots, "And can I keep these? Please? I won't break them! Honest!"

SHIELD Complex
Technological Advancement / Research and Development Division
R&D Laboratory 013

Thomson looked at her, almost surprised. He decided that yes, it was time for a break, regardless of the fact it might hurt her feelings. He just wanted to be sure she was okay for a variety of reasons. Thomson felt like she was his friend, probably. Thomson was scared of what damage she could cause with the boots by bouncing around too much, and so he turned to her and took her wrist in his hand gently, deactivating the boots via the watch so she would stop jumping around. He sighed, looking up at her from his seated position.

"I think we should take a break. I just... want to make sure you're okay, Lucy- I mean, Agent Green. Although, I think I'm going to have you test out some of my less dangerous inventions after that break. How about a snack or lunch? Probably have some in the kitchen we could eat.", he finished talking to her, calmly, gently, not trying to be too forceful. Thomson almost became a tomato when he thought that with the way this girl thought of things that she might think this was a date he was asking her out onto or something. He turned around in his wheelchair and motioned for her to follow.

"Leave the boots, please... I'll ask Director Coulson if I can make some personal ones for a... friend.", he said as he wheeled toward the kitchen. He hoped she didn't think this was some form of date. Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe she didn't think that. Maybe he wanted her to. Thomson squashed all of these feelings and sighed to himself, switching back to logic mode. He needed food because he was hungry, and Medcheck told him that he had to take some of his medication anyhow. Thomson rubbed his temple as he entered the kitchen, waiting for Lucy and trying to decide on snack-lunch.

[Cybraxia]

Makoto Ishikawa and Jan Hawthorne
SHIELD "Stupidly Named Ship"

---

With the agent apparently ignoring them, the pair grudgingly conversed on which area to take. "I suppose we'll take the intelligence garden. I'll try not to get shot," Makoto said, rolling his eyes.

Jan patted him on the shoulder. "Eh, these guys can't be that tough. I can shoot them."

"Heh, I can see the headlines: 'Major Technology Company Head killed in Central Park Firefight, SHIELD to blame'," Makoto replied sarcastically.

Both left the stupidly named dropship, making their way towards the garden.

[Dernland]

Ben, having remained silent through the ride to the zoo, stood and racked back the slide of his UMP. He checked to make sure his next round was positioned correctly, and everything else was working as it should before releasing the bar. The slide shot forward with an audible and satisfying click. Then, continuing on his pre-mission checks, thumbed his throat mic and spoke quietly.

"U.S. Agent, this is Voidstar preforming mic check. Receiving?" He hardly waited for a response before stepping to the fore of the Shark and glancing out the frontal viewport. They were nearing the Zoo now from the north side. They began to slow as the ground came nearer, drawing within range of the Voidpack. He concentrated on an area near the Delacorte Clock, took a deep breath, and stepped into the void. His senses were filled with the horror within, but it didn't last long. Ben opened his eyes and found himself beside one of the entry arches. He quickly slipped inside, crouching in the relative shade beneath the red brick arch.

The foul smell of the Void washed out of Ben's senses, replaced by a rather repugnant odor emanating from further within the zoo. He shook his head quickly to dissipate any nausea, then clicked the safety off of his UMP. Remember, non-lethal shots. We need people to question. He told himself, as he scanned the area beyond the arch. The first thing that Ben noticed was the sheer silence and lack of any visible animals. He turned to the west and entered the Penguins and Sea birds exhibit, crouching low and cautiously advancing. If anything, the new smell was a surprising improvement over the usual smell of such places, but something wasn't right.

Sure enough, low voices echoed from around a corner, one evidently happy about the chill environment. Ben inched closer to the wall and edged beyond, taking a look-see at the source of the voices. Three men stood around rather aimlessly, evidently finishing up any task that they've been assigned. They were lightly armed and didn't seem to be expecting trouble. Ben backed away from the edge, moving towards a concealed alcove before keying his throat mic. "U.S. Agent, this is Voidstar, three contacts, Emperor Penguin exhibit, likely hostile. Should I engage or follow them?"

[Esselman]

Central Park Zoo, NY

The zoo disturbance was meant to be nothing more than an exercise by SHIELD in order to prep the students with handling average criminals, but they would soon learn these creatures were not the average thug. Moloids, a scared species of sentient life used for mere building and the bidding of evil for over a hundred years. They were scarcely seen and even when they were it would never be in such a circumstance as this, which made it very clear that the students would have no knowledge of what they were. What made their appearance even harder to make out was a new green armor they sported, three different variations that seemingly showed specialization. On each suit there was at least one blinking apparatus that to the naked eye showed no apparent function.

What Moloid soldiers could be found resided about midway through the Temperate exhibit, clear by the large hole digging into the ground forming a tunnel to complete darkness, while other stragglers could be found various places within the area.

"Students, report back these aren't your average gun for hire, these are... creatures," U.S.Agent spoke over comm, interpreting what data he was getting from S.H.I.E.L.D

"If there's a trail find it, these things don't talk to our knowledge anyhow," he continued.

There indeed was a trail, the giant tunnel was where the moloids had infiltrated the zoo, and it no doubt led to more trouble; but also information. The moloids, in current state would only make feeble squeals and a sniffing sound like that of a dog for some reason. The tunnel itself led into a closed off area, possible construction for a subway line that had been abandoned due to lack of ground stability or any number of reasons. What of them could be brought back to SHIELD would be of assistance, but it was ultimately up to the students how they continued this mission: investigate or get back to base.

[United Kingdom of Poland]

Central Park Zoo, August 2nd, 2020

0945

Marie Charpentier

Marie bit her lip. She would normally defer to the sniper's greater experience and training in the field, and wished to avoid conflict, but this seemed a critical enough issue that she needed to speak up.

"Pardon the intrusion, but the Zoo School Building is only a single story, with a triangular roof. The Arsenal, the administration area, is four stories, flat-roofed, and on the perimeter-it offers a greatly superior vantage point."

She waited for a response to her suggestion as they moved on, and then responded to Christina's question as to a visual, and, a well-camouflaged being catching her eye, hissed a quick response while searching for cover. "There. Bogey, Vector one-on..four o'clock-under tree cover."

Christina just looked at Marie. The Armory was a good choice...if you only looked at high it was compared to everything else. Otherwise it was a nightmare for anyone wishing to entry or attack it. "It also lacks any means of exterior roof access. So unless you want to head back to the Shark and land on it. We would need to work our way through all four stories by ourselves to get to the roof, and we have no Intel on if there are any hostiles in there. If you wish to try that be my guest."

It was at that point Marie gave her warning about the enemy at their 4 o'clock. Ducking down she turned to get her scope on target. "Copy that, one bandit, range 150-200 feet near the kids zoo. Preparing to engage."

[Prolieum]

Central Park Zoo, August 2nd, 2020

0950

Marie Charpentier

Marie swallowed her response. At least some of us can climb, and sidled in a few feet from Christina, allowing her the room she needed to work. She wished that she had a field glass or scope, but her binoculars would have to be enough. She was cautious, checked the sun's position-a glint that revealed their position would not do at all-and settled in behind her cover, alternating between on-target, and checking the area around her partner. The street was too open-she saw no means of approach that maintained concealment. She hissed a whisper to the sniper, better to do it now, before she had set up fully, and such could be distracting.

"No indication we are marked. May be better to disable for information, or track for the same rather than an immediate kill."

[The Olog-Hai]

August 2nd,
Central Park Zoo, NY
Frederick Deacon
None of the children approached him to look for a partner.
Not surprising. To them he looked old, and rather normal. Compared to them, he really was normal. But he had something they didn't have, something very important, the reason why it would have been a good idea for the U.S. Agent to have assigned the pairs himself. Well, two really. One, he was a mature adult. Two, he had experience in this sort of stuff, experience in combat and following orders. And he had worked with S.H.I.E.L.D. before, which is where he got his well-deserved clearance. But these children, they were untested, being thrown into the water to see if they could swim. Frederick wouldn't be surprised if something went horribly wrong on this mission; something always happened with S.H.I.E.L.D.
He called the snow leopards exhibit. He would have been fine with any, after all, he loved animals, but these animals especially intrigued him, and, if they attack, he could survive them best. The oddly named Stark Shark neared his insertion point. When it landed, he turned, shouted to the remaining children "Watch and learn!" to give then a good role model, and leaped out of the vehicle, rolling as he did so for style.
As it flew away, he gazed around him. He began searching the exhibit, but found nothing. An odd smell was in the air...
Then the following message came over the comms.
"Students, report back these aren't your average gun for hire, these are... creatures. If there's a trail find it, these things don't talk to our knowledge anyhow."
This was from the U.S. Agent. Frederick thought about it for a sec. Then he turned on his own comms and said "Sir. The snow leopard exhibit is all clear. DK you want me to fall back for extraction or move on?"
He took his gun off his back, and scanned for hostiles.

[Sonitusia]

Central Park Zoo
Fauna Pool

---

Fauna had taken some time to attach a silencer to the end of Tempest. While it wasn't exactly going to suppress much of the shots fired from the large caliber rifle, it would at least make it sound less of a threat than what it really was. Probably akin to a normal hunting rifle, she thought, inserting a few blank rounds into the chamber while pulling the bolt open, proceeding run towards the others that had already moved forwards. She believed that Baz had been following her as they marched down Fifth Avenue, heading towards The Arsenal she had overheard another team mentioning, though not heading there due to an inability to actually utilize the height the building gave. No matter, as Fauna vaulted herself with three large bangs from the rifle pointed down as she jumped, sending her flying up a floor each for each shot. She then fired backwards to push herself onto the roof, and she was now easily on the tallest building in the zoo.

Checking the frequency of the radio she had received in the hangar, she got into a prone position while peeking over the side of The Arsenal, overlooking the empty exhibit of the sea lions. Slightly sad that they were no longer there, she began studying the activity around the zoo through the optics of her anti-material rifle.

"I've got eyes as far as the Temperate exhibit and a little beyond, and there are a couple of the buggers there, shall I engage?" she reported, switching her magazine to a full loadout of armor-piercing rounds while setting up a bipod.

[Esselman]

August 2nd,
Central Park Zoo, NY
Frederick Deacon
This was from the U.S. Agent. Frederick thought about it for a sec. Then he turned on his own comms and said "Sir. The snow leopard exhibit is all clear. DK you want me to fall back for extraction or move on?"
He took his gun off his back, and scanned for hostiles.

Over comm USAgent responded quickly,

"Take down the targets, do not kill, they don't seem to be much threat students," he said over the comm to all who were present at the mission

Central Park Zoo
Fauna Pool

---

"I've got eyes as far as the Temperate exhibit and a little beyond, and there are a couple of the buggers there, shall I engage?" she reported, switching her magazine to a full loadout of armor-piercing rounds while setting up a bipod.

"Take em' down," grunted out USAgent.

"And make sure these guys are in one piece," he continued

Something was off about this mission, that much was clear from the disappearing act on the animals and most people present at the zoo itself. This was not the average field exercise for new beginners and any regular agent could have told that, maybe not the supers, but even still there was an odd air about this. As soon as this thought graced USAgent's mind, he got a confirming link over comm that was accidently linked through to the students as well.

"There might be a complication to our mission. The Federal Bureau of Investigation has issued a cease and desist order on this operation. I'd be weary of the authorities who have a clear perimeter on our very students," said Vision over the comm.

[Sonitusia]

"Take em' down," grunted out USAgent.

"And make sure these guys are in one piece," he continued.

"Confirmed," Fauna replied in a hushed tone, ready to take her shot. There were several targets to choose from, all of which she could take out in a span of several seconds. The range was around 150 meters, and so she set her sights accordingly, taking into account the light breeze that brushed against her face. There wasn't much, and wouldn't affect the 20mm round too much as it flew towards her target. Her finger was on the trigger, ready to squeeze-

"There might be a complication to our mission. The Federal Bureau of Investigation has issued a cease and desist order on this operation. I'd be weary of the authorities who have a clear perimeter on our very students," said Vision over the comm.

Fauna sighed in annoyance, returning her finger to its safety position once more. As much as she would have loved to unleash Tempest's wrath, she was still a soldier, albeit a reserve, and wouldn't break the law just to take down a few criminals. She wasn't a vigilante, she followed orders.

"Keeping a watch on targets, ready to engage when permitted."

[Spindle]

SHIELD Complex
Technological Advancement / Research and Development Division
R&D Laboratory 013

As Richard deactivated the boots, Lucy felt her body grow distressingly heavy and clumsy. Rolling her shoulders to test out her newly lumbering body, she mock-pouted for several seconds at the retraction of her newly-found freedom from gravity before a smile broke back onto her face and she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. At the mention of food, her eyes lit up and she followed Richard into the kitchen obediently.

"I'm fine!" She laughed happily, "And you can just call me Lucy! I'm not an actual Agent yet...Coulson says I need to learn Kung Fu or something first."

Sliding down to the floor, she tried strenuously to pull the boots off of her feet before finding the button which loosened them and tearing them off. Not even bothering to pick up her shoes, she sprang to her feet and made her way after Richard into the kitchen. Opening a fridge and rummaging around inside to find several eclectic pieces of food, and then taking some more from the freezer, she placed them down on a side as Richard promised to try and make her some boots.

"Thank you!" She beamed at him, "I'll make it up to you! Honest!"

Looking around for a chair and failing to find one, she shrugged to herself and sat herself down happily on Richard's lap. Grabbing a box of ice cream she tore the lid off, grabbed a spoon and began scoffing the box with abandon. After a few moments she paused from her ice cream and put the spoon down.

"Are you alright?" She asked with a small frown, "You sounded...sad."

[Eraus]

Baz had extended his wings and made sure that is wings were ready. Him and Fauna heading towards The Arsenal and when she went up he followed her he still didn't know how her powers could do that. When she went prone Baz decided to Fly up higher and headed towards the Temperate exhibit to confront the hostiles.

"Take down the targets, do not kill, they don't seem to be much threat students," he said over the comm to all who were present at the mission

The Moment Baz head that he dived and slammed one of the hostiles knocking it unconscious and breaking a few bones. Baz then charged at the nearest one and got into a fist fight with it and then knocked it out aswell. " I got two I think there is one or two more near me" Baz said forgetting to say over his comm. As he realized his mistake he hear something over the comms

"There might be a complication to our mission. The Federal Bureau of Investigation has issued a cease and desist order on this operation. I'd be weary of the authorities who have a clear perimeter on our very students," said Vision over the comm.

He was already in Combat and it was too late to turn away from it so he replied " Uh guys I'm in Combat already. So what should I do?" He said already knowing he would continue the fighting but he asked just because he hoped they would say he could. Baz then Flew up and started to look around to see if he could see others.

[Meritocratic Conglomerate]

Sloth Exhibit
Hudson Owens / Heatwave
Link To App

Hudson stayed to his decision to go solo. Approaching the zoo with his pistol drawn. It gave off an eerie vibe, the large empty expanse of concrete and buildings making him feel ting and vulnerable. He could still see the others out of his peripheral vision, he knew it would be safest to stay at least within range of a pair.

"This is Heatwave approaching the... Sloth Exhibit," Hudson hazarded. Before him was an empty exhibit, a lone tree stood in the center. He sidled up to the metal railings on either side of the exhibit, staring into the lowered ground where he imagined the sloths would've been lazing around. Like the others he reported his exhibit as being empty and devoid of its animal charges.

Again the feeling of dread welled up in him. This would be the first time he'd be facing a non-human threat. Up until now he handled low-rate thugs and criminals. The largest threat they could've possible posed were if they carried any guns. And that was easy enough to deal with, he'd just stare at it until it melted from his heat vision. All he needed to do was cause it's muzzle to melt over itself and the gun was practically useless.

Clank

He whipped his pistol around towards the sound. The blur of movement at the edge of his vision now gone again. "Uh, put your hands up and surrender?" He yelled out, unsure what his reaction was sopposed to be. Deciding he was done here he began stepping backwards. His gun still held in a firing position.

[Esselman]

Central Park Zoo, NY

As the erie situation of the zoo had led to little to no action for the students, the sound of propellers could be heard in the distance. On board the Stark Shark H.E.L.E.N initialized the stealth capabilities of the craft, opting to not swoop in for the students in order to maintain the secrecy of the Shark itself. USAgent looked up into the distance, they were coming from the West just as the sun was beginning to transition to set as if on cue. Loudspeakers broadcast their clear message as anyone in the year 2020 knew of course,

"This is the Federal Bureau of Investigation, stand down. Repeat, this is the FBI under direct orders you are all to remain still," bellowed the loud speaker over much of central park

By this year, the bureau used CV-22 ospreys to carry in troops, an increasing regularity after a super hero's wake of destruction that often occurred. The 3 ospreys began a circulation of the central zoo exhibit, having specialized field agents repel in as the copters hovered above in perfect formation, each dropping about 5 units. The units were fitted with basic gear, carbine rifles, submachine guns, and semi-automatic pistols, while every 5th unit per team carried a riot shield for protection. They filled through the park with exact movements, and clear training over that than a regular SWAT officer unit. As they rounded corners shouting back "Clear," to one another scanning the area before spotting the students in various locations except the arsenal for which they had yet to breach. Seemingly instead of engaging the students they stopped dead there, sirens could be heard in the far distance but nothing to be worried about just yet.

"We've got eyes on supers, let the Hawk land boys," an officer said as he neared the Snow Leopard exhibit

As his words left the muzzled mouth of his a figure quite literally like that of a giant bird swooped in, clearly bearing a metallic armor emblazoned with black and steel colors. His helmet contained a red glow that refracted sunlight to those who looked directly in his flight pattern as he landed in front of The Arsenal administration building. It was none other than Darkhawk. He looked up and over towards the direction the other bureau agents were and radio messaged in,

"Copy that, they even brought an almost Avenger due North of here," Darkhawk reported in.

Shouting out to the others since he had no direct comm access to them he said, "This is where I have to say: We can do this the easy way or the hard way,"

Back by the extraction point USAgent had recognized Darkhawk swooping in, an old associate of his own, and placed the shield on his back, crossing his arms. Let's play this out he thought to himself waiting for the students reaction. He had no idea the bureau would arrive here and this was no S.H.I.E.L.D. fake crisis situation. To the detriment of those involved a signal began emitting, a high pitched echo of sorts that caused the very calm green armored Moloid soldiers to begin fidgeting, before ultimately springing up against their captors to attack as if enraged. They would claw and grab any weapon they could to attack, incensed by the sound emittance itself as if to escape it.

[Kingdom of Irhk]

(Image)
Central Park Zoo, NY

As the erie situation of the zoo had led to little to no action for the students, the sound of propellers could be heard in the distance. On board the Stark Shark H.E.L.E.N initialized the stealth capabilities of the craft, opting to not swoop in for the students in order to maintain the secrecy of the Shark itself. USAgent looked up into the distance, they were coming from the West just as the sun was beginning to transition to set as if on cue. Loudspeakers broadcast their clear message as anyone in the year 2020 knew of course,

"This is the Federal Bureau of Investigation, stand down. Repeat, this is the FBI under direct orders you are all to remain still," bellowed the loud speaker over much of central park

By this year, the bureau used CV-22 ospreys to carry in troops, an increasing regularity after a super hero's wake of destruction that often occurred. The 3 ospreys began a circulation of the central zoo exhibit, having specialized field agents repel in as the copters hovered above in perfect formation, each dropping about 5 units. The units were fitted with basic gear, carbine rifles, submachine guns, and semi-automatic pistols, while every 5th unit per team carried a riot shield for protection. They filled through the park with exact movements, and clear training over that than a regular SWAT officer unit. As they rounded corners shouting back "Clear," to one another scanning the area before spotting the students in various locations except the arsenal for which they had yet to breach. Seemingly instead of engaging the students they stopped dead there, sirens could be heard in the far distance but nothing to be worried about just yet.

"We've got eyes on supers, let the Hawk land boys," an officer said as he neared the Snow Leopard exhibit

As his words left the muzzled mouth of his a figure quite literally like that of a giant bird swooped in, clearly bearing a metallic armor emblazoned with black and steel colors. His helmet contained a red glow that refracted sunlight to those who looked directly in his flight pattern as he landed in front of The Arsenal administration building. It was none other than Darkhawk. He looked up and over towards the direction the other bureau agents were and radio messaged in,

"Copy that, they even brought an almost Avenger due North of here," Darkhawk reported in.

Shouting out to the others since he had no direct comm access to them he said, "This is where I have to say: We can do this the easy way or the hard way,"

Back by the extraction point USAgent had recognized Darkhawk swooping in, an old associate of his own, and placed the shield on his back, crossing his arms. Let's play this out he thought to himself waiting for the students reaction. He had no idea the bureau would arrive here and this was no S.H.I.E.L.D. fake crisis situation. To the detriment of those involved a signal began emitting, a high pitched echo of sorts that caused the very calm green armored Moloid soldiers to begin fidgeting, before ultimately springing up against their captors to attack as if enraged. They would claw and grab any weapon they could to attack, incensed by the sound emittance itself as if to escape it.

John Rhodes

Before he could even move in the zoo with Sasha, the FBI came up. The operation wasn't sparing any resources: They wanted everyone to see it. John truly wished to give the man an answer, but he decided to stay quiet, merely observing the situation unravel in front of the students. Why the FBI would interfere so harshly in a SHIELD operation? Shadow started to plan a escape route if needed, reflex of the pseudo-paranoia that he acquired during his training years. He didn't sheath his katanas, holding them like someone who waited for something big and loud to happen.

[Prolieum]

Opposite 5th Avenue, Central Park Zoo, August 2nd, 2020

0950

Marie Charpentier

Marie physically pulled down Christina, fervently hoping the her combat reflexes would compel her to go along with her being pulled into cover rather than striking back, as she picked up the faint but familiar sound of turboprops. A loudspeaker boomed, and government agents began to sweep in to circle the zoo, forming a net around the agents and Enhanced inside. They had been lucky. Still a ways north, Across the street, outside of the zoo, and still in concealment while Christina lined up her shot, they were outside of the perimeter, hidden from the suddenly-appearing group. At present, they were hunkered down near 5th and 67th, near to what a quick lookabout noted as Barbara Lane Interior Design, and the Mission of Serbia to the UN. Two options were open, here-stay put behind the light, decorative foliage, keep an eye on the situation, retreat East, or attempt to enter the Mission-a location where they may be able to claim sanctuary. First carefully removing and powering off her earpiece, lest the signal be tracked. Marie gestured her intentions to Christina, and slithered along the ground to the entranceway, slipping into the building.

[Eraus]

Baz was Flying high above in an attempt to see any possibly hostile forces on the ground. When he Spotted an CV-22 ospreys and heard the Message. He decided to wait and see what they should do. He spotted a Flying man and Heard "This is where I have to say: We can do this the easy way or the hard way". Baz instantly Fly as fast as he could towards were he landed and ask the Man in the Suit "What the Fuck are you doing here. We got this on lock" and slowly moving closer to him he said "Don't Threaten me or the people I am here with cause if any of these agents try to Arrest or Detain them I will make them regret it. I will be watching" Baz said before Darkhawk could Reply and Baz just Flew back into a Over watch position. "Guys, If they try anything I got your Six." Baz Said over the Comms.

[Syrixces]

Mark Drew / Paycheck

Paycheck sneered, as the soldier in his arms squirmed and shrieked under the sonic assault. The sound bothered Mark, but it couldn't put him. Klaw had figured that one out the hard way. Teach him to betray Mark. Grinning, he reached down, and ripped off the green helmet, reveling a creature with pale yellow skin, screeching and clawing for air. "The fuckity fuck are you?" Yelled Mark, dropping the creature. Crawling away on a broken leg, the creature reached for its waist, a weapon presumably, but Paycheck beat it to the draw.

Slamming down suddenly form the air, Paycheck vertically cleaved the straggling creature in half, splattering it all over the ground. Stepping out of the small, yellow gore covered crater, he smirked, and slopped the blood and intestines off of his boots.

"US Agent? Permission to tear these things a new one? They seem to be pretty fragile."

While he waited for an answer, he reached down, and grabbed the leg of the other one, the one whose ribs he cracked, and lifted it up by its leg, smacking it into the ground, over and over again, until it became nothing other than a stain on the concrete.

"Plus, it's kinda fun."

[Cybraxia]

Makoto Ishikawa and Jan Hawthorne
Somewhere near the Intelligence Garden
Central Park Zoo
New York, New York

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"FBI, great..." Jan muttered as she patted her shoulder holster. Makoto shook his head.

"Do nothing. They can only assume we are associated with SHIELD. We'll say we were here to observe, and if we liked what we saw, we'd contribute some products at a lower cost." He scowled at this turn of events. More and more he was being forced into a corner, having to relinquish ground.

"Right, though if they try to disarm me, can I break their arms?"

"We'll see. Updating Friend-or-Foe, FBI as grey." he muttered as he put on his visor.

[Dernland]

"Take down the targets, do not kill, they don't seem to be much threat students," U.S.Agent's voice came in through Ben's earpiece. He thumbed the mic and responded with a curt "Wilco." Ben then crept forward once more, getting a clear view of the three Moloid soldiers. He began to plan out his attack. His mind ran through the variables, cover, altitude, armor, gear, eventually settling on an attack vector. Ben raised his UMP to his shoulder, settling the cold grey metal against his padded armor, sighted the nearest hostile's legs, and fired a short burst. Bullets tore through the creature's leg and it went down with a yell. Wasting no time, Ben dropped his SMG, pulled his pistols from their holsters, and voided behind the furthest enemy. The two unharmed hostiles had already begun firing at where Ben had been only moments before, but too late. He appeared behind one with a puff of smoke and sulfur, firing two clean shots from each pistol into the kneecaps of the man. The foe collapsed almost immediately, unable to support himself.

The final enemy turned at the sound of gunfire from beside him only to see his fallen comrade rolling around on the ground, the Agent nowhere to be seen. Then, he turned to the sound of heavy footfalls and turned again to see Ben sprinting straight at him. The man fired his weapon, but Ben vanished, leaving bullets to tear through thin air. The Moloid barely had time to register his confusion before a heavy blow to the back of his neck knocked him out cold.

Ben tied up all three, binding their hands and feet together. One still moaned in pain, while the other whimpered quietly. The last still hadn't woken up yet. Ben stood from his captives and commed his commander. "U.S.Agent, Voidstar reporting. Contacts neutralized, awaiting pickup. Out"