<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>NYPD Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Eavesdropping<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Stairs (https://youtu.be/_VcXeddASyY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>Siobahn was watching out the window when she noticed a fiery blur land somewhere at the top of the tower. It had been so fast that she thought it was a bird, but she hadn’t seen a bird that large; that color; or that fast. “Something just landed on the tower,” she alerted.<br/><br/>Blake opened the driver door and stepped out. He stared up at the tower as though hoping to see what Siobahn indicated, but he saw nothing. “What was it?”<br/><br/>“I don’t know. It looked like a burning comet. It was yellow.”<br/><br/>A comet would have made a big bang as it impacted the tower. Blake continued to watch until he noticed an African American woman trespassing on the property. “Stay here; watch the car; and stop anyone who comes outta the towa’,” he directed.<br/><br/>“Are you going in there by your-”<br/><br/>He closed the door. She frowned and crossed her arms before her chest. She watched as he started jogging toward the scene and he turned back toward her to point to his radio. Siobahn returned a thumb up as she watched him venture off all on his own. As much as she didn’t like it, she didn’t defy his orders. She had fought other officers for a seat on his team and now she was in it.<br/><br/><em>You better not make me regrets this, Campbell,</em>she mused.<br/><br/>Blake had followed the trespasser to the side of the tower and when he caught up to her, she was gone. The cop stopped and glanced around in a circle. He didn’t see a side entrance. He approached the wall and pressed his hands against it. He felt foolish for checking for a secret entrance, but then again, this was formerly owned by Tony Stark. Nothing.<br/><br/>“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. He lost her, but he still had to investigate the comet Siobahn had talked about.<br/><br/>Blake walked from the side of the building around to the front. He approached the glass doors and gazed inside. It was dark. He glanced to the cameras and didn’t see any activity from them. If there were vandals inside, they didn’t play with the power or the security. The Avengers had to have had some sophisticated technology. The building was abandoned, and so he didn’t need a warrant to search the place. He wanted to be able to do so without causing any major damage.<br/><br/><em>There has to be a fire escape,</em>Blake mused as he left the front to venture around the back.<br/><br/>Siobahn watched him. “Just smash the glass,” she muttered. He was making things so complicated.<br/><br/>Blake found a lone door at the back of the building.<em>Bingo.</em>He checked the doorknob. It was locked as expected. He checked the hinges. They weren’t normal hinges. Of course, they would be electronic. The cop scowled in frustration. What a pain in the ass. Kicking in a door didn’t cause as much damage as shattering multiple glass panes in the front. Blake faced the door, lining himself up before he turned and walked a few paces. A normal door wouldn’t have required so much preparation. Blake whirled and quickly sprinted toward it before he sprang into the air and threw his weight against it in a kick. He made a loud noise, but nothing else came of it. The cop tried again and a third time. The door started to warp, caving at its center where he had been kicking. On his final kick, Blake had given himself enough space so that he could build up enough speed for a kick. Springing into the air, both of his legs tucked before they extended to have both of his feet slam against the door. The door collapsed inward, and he and it went dropping to the dusty floor. The dust rose in a thick cloud that curled and billowed above him. Blake fanned the dust from his face. It wasn’t the best air to breathe when he was trying to catch his breath. As he coughed and continued fanning his face, he gazed up at what the outdoor light revealed to be an endless square stairwell of winding stairs.<br/><br/>There were so many stairs…how was anyone supposed to escape a fire with so many stairs? Blake picked his ass up off the floor and sighed. He was going to get a second workout in today. He radioed in to Siobahn:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Radio check.<br/>Copy. Radio check.<br/>I’m goin’ upstairs. I’m gonna hafto lowa’ the volume.<br/>10-4.<br/>Over.</span><br/><br/>Blake lowered the volume on his radio and started climbing them, skipping one and sometimes two as he went. His heart was hammering in his chest, and his lungs started to burn as he continued. Right when his body was ready to quit, he felt the euphoria of a second wind. With sweat building on his brow, he scaled the steps faster and faster. He removed his flashlight and turned it on to help him see as he ascended. He felt his conscience slipping into tunnel vision. Before he knew it, there was a white wall in front of him and he halted immediately unless he wanted to run right into it. Blake’s eyes grew a little. It was a close call. He stepped back, and then glanced back at the stairs and then over the rail at the ground floor—a small bright square. He had felt so proud of himself until he turned only to see…another locked door.<br/><br/>Blake breathed an exasperated breath. He wouldn’t be able to open the door the same way. Not without making a ridiculous amount of noise. He knew that he had some special skills that made him unique to not only the police force but humanity.<em>Work fo’ me,</em>Blake pleaded to whatever allowed him to use his strange powers. He grasped the doorknob and pulled on it until he ripped it off. He set it down quietly, returned his flashlight to its holder, and then grasped the hole where the knob had been. Baring his teeth, he pulled on the door and braced his other hand against the wall until his shirt started to tighten. The muscles in his back raised and his arms expanded as the door started to bend away from the door catch. Once he finished, the door gave, easily swinging open. Blake released it and closed his eyes, taking a momentary break. As much as he didn’t want to have to invest in some tools for breaking and entering…he was really thinking about it after all the trouble he went through.<br/><br/>Blake once again removed his light but kept the beam directed at the floor. He quietly and quickly crept through the hall listening for anything, and what he heard were voices. He had found who he was looking for, and he hoped there weren’t any other groups. He cut off the light once he approached the doors of the chamber where he heard the voices. He crouched and crept closer to the door, turning his back against it. He grasped his shoulder radio and whispered into it:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">I found’em.<br/>How many?<br/>I dunno. ‘Definitely more than two. I’m gonna listen in. I’ll let you know if I need backup. Over.<br/>10-4.</span><br/><br/>What was going on? Some sort of club meeting. Not with the comet supposedly in there. He was certain metahumans were in attendance. Metahuman delinquents were going to be a nightmare.