<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>Kaia, Moon Knight, Shield<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/>The other person was far beyond the human normal standards.  She was dangerous.  Karen did not have have anything in her files to compare.  Skin density was reading like one inch thick steel from the density of it, and that was to say nothing of the bone and muscle structure of the woman.  Far off the charts to be even believable.  At least if she had not been looking at the data herself she would not believe it.  Hell she knew some morally grey corporations that would want to dissect the woman and patient whatever composed of her bone.  It was a leap and bound beyond any material short of Vibranium or Adamantium.  Oh, and the fact that she was flying gave Karen the big, obvious hint that the woman was not human, far from it.  What Karen did not know was if she was a mutant, or something else.   The weapon she had in her hand seemed to be something of significance.  The energy from it registered on the low end frequency of the visual spectrum, even into the non-visible into the infra-red range, but that was it.  Nothing else on Karen's sensor suite, and that was damned difficult.  Until tonight she thought it was impossible.<br/><br/>Last thing of interest was another approaching air speeder.  Again it was of a unique design.  It was not approaching fast which meant that it had some tactical sensor package employed.  It perhaps even knew that Karen was there, along with the other two.  This was rapidly approaching a range of escalation that made Karen far from comfortable.  While her battle computer was telling her that her offensive weapons could hurt the two people before it, Karen did not know if she could put them down, and it would only take a few hits from the man, and perhaps only one from the flying woman, to put Karen down.  Karen did something that perhaps might have been a first on her part.  Instead of going in fists swinging, she was about to try...diplomacy.  God help them.<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."</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.