<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_213,w_500/t_mp_quality_gif/zfzsfw9y4fshk0io1tca/wesley-snipes-is-still-pretty-upbeat-about-the-possible-blade-reboot-but-how-would-it-w-564949.gif)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eric Brooks<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Blade<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryker's Island Penitentiary<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs, Abraham Whistler, Abigail Whistler, Hannibal King, Frank Castle<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br/><hr/><br/><br/>As he looked into the back of the nondescript work van he made use of from time to time when performing...sensitive operations, Eric Brooks couldn't help but flash the pearly white fangs he'd been blessed with. On the outside it looked like a red panel van with tools and ladders attached, but on the inside away from prying eyes, aside from the copious amounts of hi-tech equipment like laptops, scanners, and the like. There was a legitimate small armory packed back there, and an extra package that took a bit of prep work, but was in fine working condition for what was to come.<br/><br/>"Let's go over the plan one more time, Whistler." A sigh from an old man sounded from the drivers seat, while the peal of a woman and a man laughing in the back also rang in blades ears. "Jesus, Blade. For the fortieth time we got it. We're like a well oiled fuckin' machine. But if it'll make ya happy. We got our inside man ready as soon as we give the signal which is riiiight about<em>now</em>." Whistler tapped a button on the laptop, sending a message to their guard in the prison. He messed with some wires, and right around the time the work van would pull up for scheduled daily maintenance to the prison, the electrical problem would reveal itself.<br/><br/>"After old man in the mountain parks, me and Abby posing as repair techs waltz right into the prison control room and get unlimited access. While yoooou, mister tall dark and fangsome, use that snazzy guard outfit and your spiffy new credentials to walk right into solitary and yank him loose. We're in and out, 20 minutes tops." Blade nodded, satisfied that everything would go to plan, then he hopped out of the van. "Good luck. Keep it tight, people. We can't afford to screw up. Not tonight...not now." Walking over to a police cruiser(also borrowed), Eric tossed the gear for his "friend" in the trunk, then hopped in the drivers seat and revved the engine, driving off ahead of the crew to get in position.<br/><br/>--15 Minutes Later--<br/><br/>There was no mass guard change at Ryker's. It was individual men and women switching out when their shifts were ending and others were beginning, like most jobs. That actually made Blade's job pretty easy after some rooting around in the prisons mainframe. Because as of now, he was officially known as "Leon Hendricks", an ex-Marine and new transfer to the prison to help deal with the rowdier prisoners. After he parked, he slipped on his gear. Tazer, Stun Gun, Pistol(tranq rounds), spray, etc... He looked just like a prison guard, and wouldn't rouse any suspicion. He even had contacts in to make his eyes look like a normal, unassuming brown.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, he counted for five minutes until it was time for him to clock in. Whistler and the others would be arriving shortly after. "Alright boys and girls, showtime." He was whistling when he got to the guard station, engaged in a bit of small talk, then swiped his card and walked right through. He'd been in Ryker's before, on both sides of the bars. His reasons were unimportant though, as the only thing that mattered was his complete memorization of the prison, and real time updates on a certain prisoners status. Everything was still going according to plan, and Blade casually walked through the prison like he owned the place.<br/><br/>When he passed the mess he saw the mess left over from a previous altercation. He had one idea about who'd caused it, and would bet money that he was right. While he walked, the others arrived, flashed their own creds and just so happened to get a call on their walkie-talkies about a possible electrical malfunction. Blade was nearly at solitary when his team did their jobs and the lights died. Cameras were shut off, and while the cells remained locked, entry to solitary was unlocked. Playing his part, Blade grabbed the wrist of the guard who he'd just been talking to. "Oh, shit! The powers out? The power doesn't go out here! We got eyes on Castle?!"<br/><br/>Even though the man couldn't see an inch in front of his face before Eric pulled out a flashlight, he raised an eyebrow. "Course we got eyes on him. He's in lockup. No in or out. Why?" A sigh came from Blades mouth. "Power suddenly goes out<em>just</em>after we put the fucking Punisher in solitary? This has gotta be some sorta plan to get him outta here." Two guards standing outside the entrance to solitary. Blade had ones attention, the other was on high alert, panicked and looking around. "Why the fuck you so certain this is some plan to get Castle loose?!"[/color] The other one had finally spoken, giving Eric the opening he needed. "Because<em>I</em>planned it."<br/><br/>A seemingly gentle push sent the first guard sprawling backwards into a stone wall hard enough to bounce him almost half the way back to where he'd been standing. He was unconscious without a doubt...maybe he had a few broken ribs too. Hazard pay. His friend didn't get a chance to move before the barrel of Eric's pistol was pressed against his chin. "Open it." "I-I can't! The powers out, my card won't work!" Blade sighed and pressed the pistol harder against the man. "Not you. Guys? Little help?" The door buzzed and the keypad turned green. With his gun still on the guard, Blade backed up and grabbed his friend by the utility belt and hoisted him off the floor with ease.<br/><br/>"Alright. Castle's cell. Be so kind as to show me the way?" The guard groaned, then nodded his head and walked to the correct cell. "Don't kill me man, please. I got a wife. I got kids. Hell I got a mistress who thinks I love her! I got too much to live for. Just...just please don't kill me." He started to cry, and Blade looked around like he couldn't believe this guy right now. "Muthafucka I...you know what? Just strip. Down to your boxers. Hurry up now, before I get mad." He dropped the guys friend and waited until his clothes were folded neatly in his hands. He gestured for him to put his clothes on the floor. And before he could look up, a chop to the back of the neck put him to sleep as well.<br/><br/>"Open sesame." Once again, the door opened right up, and even in near pitch darkness, Eric could see the man he'd come for. "As I live and breath. Good to see you again, Frank." Punisher knew who he was. Even in the darkness he'd know Blade. "Cavalry's arrived. Now put on that guard uniform and let's get you outta here. We got a looooot of catchin' up to do, and some people to<em>punish</em>." the Daywalker said with a grin as he tossed both unconscious guards into the cell to let them sleep it off, then flashed his light into the cell and tossed the guards clothes to his friend. "Double time it. My team can't keep this up forever."