Lucky Noodle Brawl
Sarah Marie King & Ken Shimazu
with
Kenzo Yamamoto & Ensemble
Abilities Used: Chi Projection; Chi Enhanced Prowess; N/A@Nallore,
@McNephelimEscalation.
The denizens of the Lucky Noodle were left with little time to benefit from Sarah’s brash display. Despite the warnings from all three of them, their assailants pulled themselves up, dusted off, and began wreaking havoc on the already bruised dining room.
“Talk about a persistent lot,” he lauded through a breath of frustration. He leaned into the pair of Sarah and Kenzo, “We may need a hand or two sorting this out,” he whispered. “I’ll put in a call.”
“Yeah. Go. We’ll keep these assholes off your back,” Sarah replied from behind clenched teeth. She stood rigid, and barely broke her eyes away from the apparent ringleader of the gang.
“Do what you can. And try to relax a bit; you’ll be better for it.” Shimazu ducked away, and backtracked into the kitchen.
In the dining room, Sarah’s attention latched onto one attacker grabbing hold of a chair. At the same time in which he up his throw, Sarah gathered energy into the palm of her hand. The chair was thrown; Sarah’s imbued hand pressed against the air in the thrower’s direction; the same essence that had knocked him and his cohorts back would connect with him at chest level almost immediately after the chair had left his hands. Rounding back towards the leader, she stepped forward. “You and me,” she spat. Pressing Chi through her right arm, she aimed a strong cross to her opponent’s jaw, only for him to evade, leaving her to overstep.
She pivoted around hoping to have another go, but found herself [quickly] on the backfoot, and abandoning taking another swing.
... Because you’re not loose... Shimazu thought of his young ward, catching a glimpse of her botched attempt before he ducked behind cover in the kitchen. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed 9-1-1. “-- yes. Ken Shimazu from the Lucky Noodle in Little Asia. We seem to have some more troublesome patrons; requesting Paragon City Police on scene.”
Delgato Manor Support Van
Katherine Tran & Horace Wolfe
Abilities Used: Telepathic Linking (KT)@Master EffeX“Got it!” Wolfe exclaimed after a period of diligent work. He was by no means a tech expert, nor a masterful hacker, but his commitment to solving problems could often come through in unexpected ways. Through his work, he had caught onto another agent acting remotely through the Delgato’s systems; possibly, they had been the one to trigger the alarms in the mansion. In a moment of success, Wolfe managed to restrict the other party’s access to the security systems. “What, or whoever it was that blew the whistle on us is out of the picture for now,” he said, addressing Artemis. “But considering how easily they got in before, I can’t guarantee I can keep them out. You’ll have to move quickly.”
“Hey,” KT had taken a seat beside Wolfe. “Uh… question…”
“Ask away,” Wolfe nodded.
“This person, or people… they were able to hack into the Delgato’s security systems, just like us, yeah?”
“Presumably,” Wolfe replied.
“Who’s to say they couldn’t hack into our system here?”
“What are you getting at, Miss Tran?”
“That we should at least use a different means of communication.”
“Expla--”
“Hold on.” KT seemed to freeze for a moment, eyes closed and brow furled. She envisioned Wolfe next to her, and Diana several blocks away inside the Mansion, and a psychic line connecting the three of them. Can either of you hear me?
I can. Wolfe’s voice rang out clearly in KT’s head.
OK. That’s a start. Just have to wait for Artemis. Hopefully these other hackers can’t break through telepathy. So we can at least talk like this so they won’t be able to listen in.
Sounds like a plan. He looked back at his tablet screen and pulled up the security footage from the interior of the mansion. Looks like you’ve got more company coming in a few corridors away.
Department of Superhuman Affairs
Deputy Director Gregory Vaughn
With, Annabelle Monroe
Abilities Used: N/AAh. Good. That was almost awkward. Vaughn breathed in relief at the sound of the locking mechanisms between the two offices releasing. Still going over how his conversation with his superior would play out, he stepped across the threshold into the Director’s office; as often, he was impressed by the standard of organization and cleanliness to which Annabelle kept her workspace. “Sure,” he said in response to the offer for a cup of coffee. “Decaf please; with any luck, I’m hoping I can get some sleep tonight.” He half-laughed, and presented the folder with the hard copy report.
His face straightened as he held the folder forward. “The report from the Veridian Tech incident this afternoon. I figured I should hand it over in person. It’s been a while since we’ve had time for a proper conversation about field work.”