http://avengingarrows.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] avengingarrows.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] elseworldexiles2007-06-12 01:14 am

New York City docks, 2:42AM

The Cornelia Marie is no stranger to the city's docklands. Every three weeks, she arrives at the pier with a fresh cargo of fish and shellfish for the city's restaurants and hotels. Her captain's biggest client? The Lensherrs, owners of the most successful chains in the city.

The shipments seem legit. But the Avengers have reason to believe other shipments may be piggybacking inside the crates; shipments that won't see the light of day.

Opium is a premium commodity on the street. This is what they're waiting for. Tonight, they get to blow the lid on this operation and finally get something concrete to nail the Lensherrs' collective asses to the wall.

At Pier Twelve, several Lensherr 'employees' in large black Buicks await the Cornelia Marie's captain and her illicit cargo.

[identity profile] he-done-snapped.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
High up in the skies, one of many birds is circling the pier. But while all the rest are looking for some good scraps to eat, this one is watching the activities of Lensherr's employees very closely.

[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Lensherr's men, dressed in high-end Italian suits, are passing the time waiting by playing a quick and dirty game of poker on the bonnet of one of the Buicks. Banter and cigarette smoke drifts upwards into the orange light that falls across the pier.

[identity profile] cap-a.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
His instincts have never served him wrong before. Everything in him is insisting that this is a trap.

But the best way to deal with a trap... is to spring it.

He's still nervous, though. He's waiting for the right moment.

[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
One of the men nudges his friend as three figures approach them from the other end of the pier. Two are wheeling two large dollies of merchandise in the lead figure's wake. The captain of the Cornelia Marie is here to make his dropoff.

The card game is abruptly halted; game winnings swept off the car's hood with practised ease. "About time you showed up," one of them needles the captain.

The captain is an older gentleman who walks with a slight limp, aided by an elaborately handcarved wooden cane. He pauses a few yards short of the gaggle of henchmen. "Business keeps me busy," he replies in a thick Russian accent.

A gesture to the two following brings the loaded dollies forward.

[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com 2007-06-15 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Two of the Lensherr men, wearing black leather gloves, step forward with a crowbar to open one of the wooden crates.

"I trust this is, as usual, to your employer's satisfaction."

The splintering of wood cracks the humid air. The two would-be inspectors take a cursory glance inside, remove a small package that looks like a white powder, then nod to their boss. He reaches into his inside jacket pocket for an envelope and hands it to the captain.

"As was agreed."

[identity profile] cap-a.livejournal.com 2007-06-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Steve nods to the others. "Now," he whispers.

[identity profile] jim-rhodes.livejournal.com 2007-06-15 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
From another direction, a repulsar blast is leveled at one of the goons.

[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com 2007-06-15 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"What the -- "

Two of the suits go down, and the others scatter like ninepins, immediately reaching for their guns to fire back, looking for cover. Yelling intermingles with gunfire.

"Where the hell are they?"

"It's the goddamn Avengers!"

The dollies of illegal goods tip over as the Cornelia Marie's crewman dive for the safety of the stacked metal cargo containers.

[identity profile] cap-a.livejournal.com 2007-06-18 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Cap's got a tommy gun... but it's firing rubber bullets. He ducks up from his cover long enough to fire a spray, but then ducks back down when fire starts coming his way.

Yeah, he's choosing non-lethal for the moment. The dead don't make convincing witnesses.

[identity profile] cap-a.livejournal.com 2007-06-19 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
He gestures to the goods, looking at Rhodey. "Go!"

[identity profile] jim-rhodes.livejournal.com 2007-06-20 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"On it!"

The armor, though a bit clunky, makes its way over to secure the carge, firing off a few repulsor blasts to keep everyone else away from it.

[identity profile] wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com 2007-06-20 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
But as the armor draws closer to the cargo, the joints begin stiffening up. Gears wail and grind in impotent protest.

[identity profile] cap-a.livejournal.com 2007-06-21 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Steve looks around for the source of the problem. As suspected... a trap.

[identity profile] wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com 2007-06-21 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Landings can be tricky things. Any number of things can go wrong....

[identity profile] he-done-snapped.livejournal.com 2007-06-22 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
When the battle started, the noise had scared off most of the birds near that section of the docks.

A few remained, though, and one flies high above the battle to look for the source of the Avengers' problems.

[identity profile] wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com 2007-06-22 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
A rabbit scurries out across the dock, automatically zigzagging to confuse any predators.

[identity profile] jim-rhodes.livejournal.com 2007-06-22 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
C'mon you old bucket of bolts, don't do this to me!

The gears were grinding loudly as metal threatened to sheer against metal. The War Machine could barely move, and was a sitting duck. He was taking fire, but thankfully, it was just handguns so far, which the armor could handle easily.

"Don't worry about me. Just secure the shipment!"

[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com 2007-06-24 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Hawkeye's arrow sails through an open passenger side window of one of the black Buicks, before its explosive tip detonates. Flames burst to life within its confines, forcing the suits back to seek better cover.

A sudden hail of machine gun fire to his left answers him. Three others take up positions flanking the Avengers, trying to hem them in with a constant rain of bullets.

[identity profile] wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com 2007-06-24 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a lot of strength in a bowstring, but even the strongest can snap....

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