<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thewrap.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/mockingbird-featured.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Karen Cross<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Daredevil<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0130 to 0140, 6 Apr 2102<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ruins of New York, Manhattan<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Multiple blocks in under ten minutes.  In the golden age of humanity that would be unheard of, or from the historical data that Karen had witnessed.  It was not like that any longer, not in the major cities as they were laid out today.  Public transportation made up the bulk of the infrastructure these days.  It required specialized permits these days to be able to operate a vehicle manually, at least inside the city.  One of the borderline civil liberties that people in this day and age sacrificed, or at least hardly missed and made no impact to their lives.  As such everything in New Haven as far as transportation went was automated and controlled, and programed for efficiency.  None of that existed in the ruins, and given the scope of devastation and damage, Karen could not see how it ever could.<br/><br/>Karen stopped just one ruined building shy of the remains of Stark Tower.  This was as close to it as Karen every had been to the structure itself.  It was remarkable to Karen how intact the building was after near ninety years and the war.  Even the Sentinels realized its potential and when the Avengers had left the facility and did their best to absorb it into their infrastructure.  It had been dead since the war.  Like everything else in New York City no one wanted to do anything about it.  It was too deep into the ruins, and the cost projections to even reclaim just a fraction of the ruins were staggering, at least the figures released to the public, and those were the only figures Karen had seen.<br/><br/>It was a place of note tonight as Karen touched down and whispered the trigger phrase for the Daredevil armor.<strong><em>"Daredevil"</em></strong>Karen then sat back and let the information flow in.  Two airships, one about fifty meters in front of her and about twenty meters up.  One individual on the wing of the airship.  Airship of a unique and undetermined configuration.  Individual was human, but on the fringe if that.  Muscle mass and cardiac rhythm were far above the normal for a man of his sizes and weight.  Bone density was barely outside the normal.  All of that data pulled together meant that the man on the wing likely had enhanced strength.  Enough to lift beyond a ton, but perhaps not beyond that.  Still, that was more than enough force to cause serious damage if this turned into a person that Karen had to engage in hand to hand contact.<br/><br/>There were three other people in place, and from the way the one moved, he was enhanced.   All three of the people were converging on the swap store which seemed to be the objective of the forces in the area to secure before moving onto Stark Tower.   The way the three others were moving it did not give Karen the impression there with with the murdering psychopaths currently engaging in wholesale slaughter.  Information was coming in on them and the information made Karen's eyebrows jump up as it scrolled over her HUD.  It was SHIELD issued body armored and pulse rifles the enemy was using.  The serial tracers had been removed as well as the standard SHIELD identifiers, but it was still SHIELD combat gear these assholes where using, how in the hell did that happen?<br/><br/>Karen again whispered a command phrase.<strong><em>"Banshee, two-hundred percent."</em></strong>The command increased the audio output of her voice amplifier, enough so she hoped she could be heard.  With the wind about, and the sound of the engines from both air speeders, there were no guarantees.<strong>"I take it you are attracted and investigating the light show here, same as me.  Perhaps some introductions are in order here?  You might not have heard of me, but around here, people have called me Daredevil.  Lets pool our efforts together here and take care of these murdering fucks."</strong>Karen left it at that, and waited to see how her gamble was about to pay off.  She was not entirely passive, and already the battle computer had picked out three different evasion routes if things went south on her.