[center][b][color=ff0000][sup][h1]C R O S S F I R E[/h1][/sup][/color][/b][/center]

[COLOR=ff0000][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Hell's Kitchen, New York City[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray] 23 Months After the Incident  |  12:00pm  |  Warehouse at the Pier[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

This wasn't exactly the sort of situation Jax was comfortable with. Ever since he got burned, he never relied on chances or hope. But here he was, entering in an abandoned warehouse in Hell's Kitchen to meet with someone. A former HYDRA agent inside of SHIELD. Someone who wanted to flip... warned that something was coming. It was the kind of breakthrough he was looking for. The AI, Oberon, even Ava... they didn't have the connections he had. Nor the appreciation for doing things old school... real cloak and dagger.

Jax walked into a large, stripped out area of the warehouse three floors up. At first glance, the area was empty. Save for a single chair, where someone was sitting. Jax slowly approached, the figure remaining unmoved. His heart dropped as he got closer and walked around to see the individual's face. One bullet in the head, two in the chest. Clean kill. It was a professional hit.

Within seconds, he heard the thuds of feet rushing towards his location. Jax instinctively reached for his sidearm, lifting it up. If these were Hydra agents, he would certainly put up a fight. Even the former SHIELD agent was expecting a small squad of police officers to be the ones meeting him. The four in the front raised their sidearms, while two in the back had shotguns out, trained on his chest. [color=gray]"Put the gun down and place your hands in the air."[/color]

Jax sighed, his finger already on the trigger. [color=ff0000]"You're making a mistake."[/color]

The same officer barked back. [color=gray]"Put the gun down NOW!"[/color]

Jackson sighed. [color=ff0000]"I wish I could."[/color] Within a blink of an eye, three shots were fired, all from Crossfire. Three of the officers dropped to the ground, unconscious. As the police officers went to return fire, Jackson dove into a roll and stood behind a pillar, bullets pounding against the concrete pillar. Crossfire lifted his left wrist towards his mouth, speaking into the communications device installed into his suit. [color=ff0000]"Oberon, I'm going to need a pick up. Track my location. Outside the Western window, second story. I'll meet you there."[/color]

He gave a small sigh and holstered his sidearm, doing his best to listen to the footsteps approaching. They were trying to surround him. Poor move. Jackson waited a second before running out and sliding towards the one officer on his right side. The shotgun fired over his head, giving Cross just enough room to stand up, rip the shotgun from the officer's hand, and then wrap his left arm around said officer's next. His two comrades raised their weapons, only to slightly lower them at the realization their fellow officer was being held hostage. Before they could dive for cover, Jackson unholstered his ICER and fired two shots, dropping them to the ground. Now that his "hostage" was alone, Cross pushed the officer to the ground and kept his sidearm trained on his head. [color=ff0000]"Who called this in?"[/color]

The officer waited a moment, swallowing audibly, before responding. [color=gray]"I don't know. Dispatcher called in an anonymous tip on gunshots from this building. Please... I have a fam-"[/color] 

He didn't even get to finish that sentence as the ICER round impacted against his head and almost immediately knocked him unconscious. Cross knelt down next to the office, picking up his walkie. [color=ff0000]"You better come pick up your friends. They're unharmed."[/color] With that, Cross heard the familiar sound of Oberon's jet outside. Jackson broke out into a sprint and dove out towards the jet, managing to land in a roll in the opened back of his favorite mode of transportation. He walked in, calling out to Oberon. [color=ff0000]"Back to base. My lead didn't pan out."[/color] Almost like a machine, Cross sat down in his usual seat and strapped himself in.

Oberon raised the hatch and took off as Ava kept an eye on things then returned to the copilot seat. Once back at DS Tech Oberon landed the jet and he and Ava got up and walked down the ramp to the hanger. "Cross let me know if you need somewhere else to go. In the mean time when you called Alistar was fixing food. We might have to warm it up but it should still be good." He walked to the the elevator leading to the penthouse living area for all of them. Once there he twisted his watch face and his suit seemed to flow into it. Underneath he had been wearing slacks and white button up with rolled up sleeves. Turning to Crossfire he smiled. "Oh and Athena has a body now so we might do something tonight if you want to join." Oberon knew that he might not. Since his change he hadn't been the same and he wouldn't let them run tests, but it was his prerogative and they didn't want to push him since he was helping fight Hydra. He and Ava waited for Crossfire before going up to eat or see Athena.

Cross simply shook his head, entering the elevator and pressing the button for the ground floor. He never really spent much time with the others, and he needed to go out for a drink anyhow.

Interaction: [@soren]