The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)
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				Title: <strong>The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>06-05-2015, 03:44:49</strong>
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				Will was surprised that the lecture hall was as packed as it was.&nbsp; &nbsp;The seminar was originally opened to post graduate majors in criminology as part of the Pro-Seminar on Criminal Justice.&nbsp; &nbsp;Normally open lectures for this course held the grad students enrolled in the program but tonight was different for tonight Professor Don Greer had invited the commander of the newly appointed Special Operations and Crimes division in the New Orleans Police Department, or the so called "Cape Cops" for while it had not been directly stated, word everywhere in the Criminology Department was that Special Operations mandate was to deal with the enhanced criminal element, and was a program fashioned after other such units in New York and Los Angeles.&nbsp; &nbsp;Atlanta and New Orleans were the first cities in the South in an effort to help influence and prevent enhanced powered related crimes instead of merely reacting to them.<br><br>While this a mandatory course for his major, Will was here for another reason.&nbsp; &nbsp;In his other life, as he now called it, in the days when he was a member of the Free Corps as the Crystal Warrior he really did not need to worry too much about police response times and procedures.&nbsp; The type of threats he faced were the type that threatened the world and despite the world's reaction to mutants, his actions were well received.&nbsp; &nbsp;That all ended when he lost his powers and took up the advanced urban operations and combat system.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Not that he stuck with that name.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not like all would be heroes he gave himself his own name that managed to stick out there in the streets.&nbsp; Strike Eagle.<br><br>Since he was now operating in full time vigilante, he actually had a need to know a lot more about the NOPD and how they operate, especially given the rumors that there was an arrest warrant for Strike Eagle.&nbsp; &nbsp;This was an invaluable piece of intelligence gathering by getting a chance to listen to the head cop of the new Special Operations Division and to pick her brain with questions.&nbsp; &nbsp;Will merely needed to be sure to ask the right questions that would not cast a spot light upon him as a "person of interest."&nbsp; &nbsp;One did not get appointed to the position by being bad at their job so Will needed to be on his guard when he asked questions.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Will settled in his seat and waited for the things to start off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>11-05-2015, 19:45:10</strong>
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				Traveling up the ranks from Narcotics to Detective to now Commander of the special operations team dubbed "Cape Cops" she looked far younger than her years of experience would yield. Maria Johnson felt uncomfortable doing these sorts of rounds she had to be firm and yet appealing to the public as this was a sort of press junket to prove to the city that they were a valid use of their resources. Also being a transplant from Los Angeles didn't help her reputation in the bayou, while the two cities were sprawling landscapes they couldn't have been more different. She often had to lean on her fellow officers to get information about the city and its activities, at that moment she wanted desperately to be out on the streets gathering information not flashing smiles at students while giving speeches.<br><br>Standing at a unimpressive 5'7 she was a slender petite built woman with curving hips and an impressive bust she was told not to wear her uniform so she swapped her cop attire for more business casual. Dressed sharply in a short black skirt with a sleeveless red silk top with a bow loosely tied around the collar she wore opaque colored nylons and strapped black heels as she approached the podium after a brief introduction from the professor of the class. She had striking green eyes and rich chestnut brown hair that was pulled back into a sleek pony tail, she had soft womanly features round eyes and full lips painted an alluring red. She gave an easy smile as she greeted the crowd. <br><br>She gave the usual speech about how she had become interested in law enforcement and her brief background of education and upbringing before she opened the floor to the students for questions. Despite her well groomed appearance it was clear that this wasn't her usual attire, she didn't wear any jewelery or any other make-up aside from the lipstick. She had an easy going way about her as she spoke trying to be affable but when they asked her questions her eyes would darken and her retorts were more guarded and quick whited than her pandering introduction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>14-05-2015, 03:37:06</strong>
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				There was something about a good looking woman in business professional that really did it for Will.&nbsp; He could not explain it and it was why perhaps for the first ten minutes or so of Captain Maria Johnson speaking that Will did not even hear a word of it.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was a good thing he had Athena on his smart phone recording it or he would have made a damned fool of himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still even as Athena gave a transcript of the Captain's talk, his eyes would come right back to admire her standing there.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had to shift in his seat and think about dead puppies and cold showers or he was about to royally embarrass himself when he stood up to ask his question.<br><br>Will was pretty good at reading people and he could tell she was not very comfortable being there.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was a woman of action and wanted to be in the thick of things.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was good to know which meant if she ever did come after the Strike Eagle, she would be apart of the operation in some form, so keeping tabs on her would give him a bit of an edge if he could stay one step ahead of her.&nbsp; &nbsp; He also looked like a woman that would do whatever it took to get the mission done.&nbsp; &nbsp;It meant Will had to be more careful.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was likely that part of this new program initiative that the NOPD was going to get drone for recon, and with enough date they could pin down common points of origin.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not need to let them get to that point.<br><br>It was already bad enough that Gene was building another version of his combat armor for the Police.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was more to protect the police with options to be able to counter the low level enhanced threats the criminal element liked to use.&nbsp; &nbsp;Families that lost positions in New York to people like Wilson Fisk where relocating to the south and setting up shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;New Orleans being a port city was a ripe place for them to flower and grow.&nbsp; &nbsp; Because of that, the police did need a means to deal with what might pop up.&nbsp; It did not mean that Will had to like it, putting into NOPD hands the means to take him down and arrest him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had to find a way to delay development till he could get on their good side.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some how.<br><br>That was for later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Part of his reason here was to ask the Captain questions and take a measure of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was pretty sure he had a good measure of her, and asking her other questions was a good way to put himself at risk, but he could not help himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wanted to hear her speak again and the only way he knew how was to speak up and ask her a question.&nbsp; &nbsp;So Will gave himself a subtle adjustment and hoped that no on noticed, cursing himself for having equipment that made most women's mouth water but right now was a damned huge inconvenience.&nbsp; &nbsp;All he could do was hope for the best.<br><br><strong>"Captain Johnson.&nbsp; I first want to thank you for coming out here tonight.&nbsp; To have someone of your record speak to us here is a huge motivation to follow in your footsteps.&nbsp; &nbsp;I do have questions about jurisdiction.&nbsp; Many of the organized crime outfits these days are modeled after the terrorist cell model and operate in that fashion, even her in New Orleans by my thesis research.&nbsp; &nbsp;So terrorism is in the ball park of Homeland Security and SHIELD.&nbsp; Till your organization came about, enhanced criminals was purely in SHIELD's purview.&nbsp; &nbsp;Organized crime is handled local by major crimes and also by the FBI.&nbsp; &nbsp;So what happens when all of you come to a head when these organized crime families working like a terrorist cell using enhance powered muscle come onto the scene?&nbsp; &nbsp;How is all this going to work?&nbsp; Who will have responsibility, or will their be the usual organizational pissing matches?" </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Never be it said that Will backed down from a challenge and he was not going to feed her softball questions like others.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was here for information and to know how she would handle a situation like that would let him know how best to use Strike Eagle in that scenario, and how to keep himself out of handcuffs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 09:18:23</strong>
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				Her eyes narrowed for a split second as he started to ask his question, it was poised and very specific. Unusual for a college lecture hall but impressive all the same. Usually she received unintelligible banter in the form of questions regarding what was it like being a woman in a mans world or did she have time for a social life or romantic life while working such a demanding job. The smirk broke out onto her features one that seemed to match her demeanor a bit more as she let out a chuckle at the last comment of pissing matches. Reaching out she unhooked the microphone from its stand as she strode along the dais approaching where he was sitting looking him square in the eye. <br><br>While her public records talked about her journey up the civilian ladder traveling from one department to another there was a more layered history that was kept private and confidential. During her time at college where she studied criminology and world affairs she had written a rather famous paper. One that had some acclaim for her harsh criticism on Home Land Security practices and what fell under the purview of terrorism, the seemingly catch all phrase that was becoming more difficult to define especially in a world where the enhanced criminal element was becoming more of a mounting presence. Due to her analysis she had been scouted by S.H.I.E.L.D to be a consultant and train as a special agent. Throughout her time in university she spent her precious little free time training under the harsh regime of Commander Nick Furry only to take up office in the public sector as a liaison of sorts between the two entities. Her true boss was Nick Furry, not the Chief of Police in New Orleans which gave her tremendous leeway to handle the situations that arose in the city.<br><br>&nbsp;Unwittingly or perhaps intentionally he had lobbed the ball directly into center field and she was prepared to catch it with ease. While she knew she would have to do some tap dancing around the truth to prevent confidential information from being leaked in a public setting she did want to give him a responsible answer since Will had formulated an intelligent question. "Now that is a damn fine question sir." she said with a tone of teasing in her voice as she formulated her answer. "You are correct that jurisdiction has become an ill defined area with the different elements that are now at play for the modern day officer. Domestic terrorism does not fall under the purview of Home Land Security in this instance. Due to a ruling passed by the supreme court local law enforcement are allowed to maintain leadership on cases that can be proved to be restricted to a certain area. My special task force will be working with consultants from both S.H.I.E.L.D. and homeland security to ensure that if this is an international affair we can pursue within the letter of the law. For the moment our assignment is to track, confirm and contain hostile elements within the city of New Orleans, the FBI will be involved in most high profile cases once we have all the information necessary to proceed. With the enhanced element we do want to take precaution to ensure that once we identify our perpetrators that formulate a plan that will give us the best possible outcome. So in short there will not be any pissing matches as I will be given authority to oversee any final action that is to happen within the city of New Orleans except in specialized instances where there are international connections involved, then there are other procedures in place to ensure that we can move swiftly without much red tape. Especially when those with enhanced abilities are concerned."<br><br>She had divulged quite a bit of information without leaking anything confidential or being too specific in her details. Her tone was confident and quick her smile never leaving her face as she spoke keeping her eye contact with him. She did it to show respect and to also read his body language to see how he would react when she answered.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 00:18:03</strong>
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				One of the first things that Will noticed was how tall that Maria was.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not out of the ordinary tall, but if she were to be wearing heals she would be taller than the average male, and put her right at Will's height which was barely over six feet tall, so her being so close gave Will a good view of her face, the intensity of her green eyes which were unique and striking, the shape and texture of her lips, the clean sharp lines of her cheekbones, everything.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a surprisingly intimate moment, and one that suddenly caused Will to break out in a sweat.<br><br>He had not been that close to a woman in some time, not since he was back at the compound in Atlanta.&nbsp; &nbsp;It made him uncomfortable and a bit powerless.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would be laughable to think one that was a fit as Will was would feel intimidated and powerless to one like Maria.&nbsp; &nbsp;From sheer looks Will could have stood side by side Steve Rogers and a person not to see much of a difference between the two, but then again, most normal people had not been on the receiving end of an enhanced being determined to get what they want.&nbsp; &nbsp;Will had, and it was not something he wanted to repeat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since that time being close and in any remotely intimate with a woman made Will very uncomfortable and itching to be inside his armor.<br><br>Because of that reaction, Will's response to Maria's answer was far from crisp and as polished as the question that he had sent to her, and any thought of a follow up question was lost in his mind and he was left there for a few seconds his mouth opening and closing and stammering like a fool.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he was aiming not to be someone for her to take notice of, then Will failed in that regard in a spectacular fashion.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still perhaps she might forget about the stammering idiot than the polished and collected grad student.<br><br><strong>"Um well ah,&nbsp; Gee I will say that..that is good news for us that live here in New Orleans.&nbsp; &nbsp;I mean that is if we get the petty thugs.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would imagine that some heavy hitter that could level cities would be a huge downer on things right?&nbsp; Um&nbsp; thanks for the answer and your time sir...I mean Ma'am ah hell I mean Captain, thanks."</strong>&nbsp; With that Will did his best not to blush like some kid whose voice just changed and attempted to move to sit back down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 21:15:02</strong>
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				Bumbling and stuttering it was hard to believe this was the same man who moments ago she was so pleasantly surprised by. The way he blushed and seemed to almost break out into a sweat was almost laughable but she felt a well of pity for him. Her eyes softened before her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she listened to him stammer out his response. She half expected him to shuffle his feet the way he was behaving yet she was relieved when he sat down. The awkward tension filled the room until she nodded and moved onto another question.<br><br>She remained composed many of the other questions of the usual ilk some piggy-backing off his question trying to pigeon hole her into a more firm answer. Yet she narrowly dodged giving solid responses, rising through the ranks took more than just good police work she had learned early on she had to have some finesse. Often she had to give reporters face time or talk to politicians to get initiatives passed so a room full of college students were hardly a challenge. Or at least except for one that she kept thinking about in the back of her mind as she answered about four or five more questions before their time expired. As the students filed out she shook a few hands and gave dazzling smiles. <br><br>She was lingering hoping to check the roster for who signed up for the guest lecture. Many of the students were receiving extra credit or had been specifically assigned to come in order to fulfill a paper they needed to write. Going back over to the professor she had one student in mind she wanted to press him about. Will. Scanning the list she tried to match up his name with the professors assistance. The manner in which he seemed so composed and then a bumbling fool the next minute was incredibly odd, was someone pressing him to ask questions? Or was he more than he seemed, it was hard to say but she wanted to look further into the man all the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 05:20:29</strong>
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				Will was torn as he really had fucked up tonight, letting his own issues with women get the better of him with Captain Johnson.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was looking like he was not going to escape her anytime soon as she was staying behind for some reason to speak with Professor Greer.&nbsp; &nbsp;What Will did not know was Professor Greer was once a SHIELD agent that had seen to part of Maria's training and as such the two had formed a friendship over the years.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was in fact a favor that Don had called in to get Maria to appear in person as a guest lecturer for his Criminology students, both in undergraduate and graduate level programs.<br><br>Don was putting away his noted when he noticed that Maria was lingering behind.&nbsp; &nbsp; He smiled warmly at her as he approached, the lecture hall nearly empty save for some of his students lingering to have a word with him, undergrads mainly hoping to get extensions on papers.&nbsp; &nbsp;They could keep hoping and Don rarely if ever granted extension.&nbsp; &nbsp;He also noticed that Will Stuart was one of the students remaining behind, which had Don curious as to why.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still he first needed to thank Maria for coming by putting up what was in essence a glorified dog and pony show for her.<br><br><strong>"You were great out there Maria, and once again thank you for doing this.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since more than one of my students are likely to enroll in NOPD after they graduate, I can let you know who I think would be good candidates that would be worth a closer look.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have more than one that would make even a man from our mutual past chomp at the bit to get a crack at them." </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Don moved in closer to Maria and saw she was already looking over the attendance sheet for tonight.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Or was there someone here already that had perked your interest?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>02-06-2015, 18:46:28</strong>
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				Putting down the roster she smiled to her former mentor and teacher Don. She kept her voice low, not enough to be a whisper but enough to try and ensure that only he heard what she was saying since she knew Will was still in the room. It wouldn't do if Will knew she was inquiring about him so she tried to be discreet. "Hmm I would appreciate your recommendations but...Well at the moment there is one student I was interested in asking about, but probably for all the wrong reasons..." she said with a frown and a mild sigh before continuing. "The student who asked me about jurisdiction? He seemed to start off so well and then just plain crumbled as he continued...What can you tell me about him?" As she asked while shifting so she was leaning on the desk.<br><br>Her demeanor had changed from that of the bubbly, but slightly awkward, public speaker back to that of a street cop. Her shoulders slouched and one of her legs raised to rest on the desk as her hands gripped the sides. Her posture spoke more of a beat cop interrogating a perp rather than a former student inquiring with her teacher. Maria had a certain serious demeanor about her work that was very hard for her to break. While Maria enjoyed her time around her former mentor she still had several sorry leads to follow-up on and try to flush out that left her chomping at the bit to get back to her work. <br><br>The city was in a state of odd chaos, there were criminals around but seemed stifled by vigilante activity. Maria was a strong believer that the people needed to know who to turn to in times of crisis and masked vigilantes often had some trumped up agenda. Her time at SHIELD had only further reinforced this notion that super heroes were fine and dandy as long as they knew who the person was but those who stayed in the shadows made her nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-06-2015, 06:24:46</strong>
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				Will hung back, unable to hear the conversation going on.&nbsp; &nbsp;He really wanted to however, but could not think of a way without being rude, and perhaps standing out and calling even more attention to himself.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was a frustrating indecisive situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the end Will decided he would hit the Professor up and hope he was not busy during his office hours.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was then that his smart phone sent him an alert that he knew was a communication from Athena.&nbsp; &nbsp;Will frowned and read the message.<br><br><strong><em>Another attempt at the NOPD network tonight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whoever they have there was able to defeat it, but I do not know how much longer.&nbsp; &nbsp;The hostile entity continues to try to subvert information networks throughout the southeastern United States.&nbsp; &nbsp;As impossible as it is, this entity is using Hyperwave technology.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am managing to hold it at bay, but it is taxing my resources.&nbsp; &nbsp;I had no choice but to make Father aware of the issue.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is concerned and has made it a priority to track down the source of the hostile Hyperwave network here in New Orleans.&nbsp; &nbsp;To that I have a lead.</em></strong> <br><br>Will watched as the address scrolled across his screen.&nbsp; &nbsp;He frowned at it as it did not make sense.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had Athena double check and it was an abandoned set of warehouses at the port that had not been used since Katrina.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact many of the buildings there were still in the ruined state after the hurricane and the flood.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still Athena was rarely, if ever wrong.&nbsp; &nbsp; With deft skill, Will typed out a quick response to Athena.&nbsp; <strong><em>Okay, I am fifteen minutes out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Prep to have inner ready."</em></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Even though the Hyperlink was secure, Will was still careful what he typed out in case anyone was overlooking.&nbsp; &nbsp; t seemed his decision was forced and he would need to hit the Professor another time.&nbsp; &nbsp; Will secured his phone and did his best to make a casual stroll out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again he did not want to call attention to himself.&nbsp; He had too much respect for Captain Johnson not to notice if he ran out.<br><br>Will's departure was noticed by the Professor, as well as the interest that Maria had in him.&nbsp; While he did know that Maria had a wild side to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Too not put too blunt a tip on it, the woman liked to fuck, and when a man was not about, a woman would do, but Don did not think Maria's interest in this was carnal in nature.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had a hunch about something and she wanted more information to wrap her mental arms about the problem.&nbsp; Don gave a shrug of his shoulders and turned about in his seat, letting his gaze settle on Maria and taking in her reaction to his words.<br><br><strong>"One of my brightest grad students and his work really is top notch.&nbsp; &nbsp;So much so that even mutual friends have taken notice.&nbsp; &nbsp;He has a very keen mind, but I do not think he would ever be a field operative.&nbsp; He gets flustered and socially...awkward I guess is the best word for it, whenever a woman flirts or tries their best to get into his pants.&nbsp; &nbsp;Trust me even among grad students there are MRS majors, or women looking to sow their own wild oats.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a much different social dynamic, even when compared to the sexually revolution of the 1970's.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have seen more than one woman try, and the results are fairly much what you saw tonight.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would be a huge liability in a field operative." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 20:28:04</strong>
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				Maria did have a sort of reputation for being a so called "man-eater" when confronted about it by scorned lovers or men who were rejected she merely brushed them off. It was rare for her to take the same person twice into her bed, for Maria sex was an act of passion and she found the more often she repeated the act with the same partner it lead to awkward emotions that complicated her work life. Instead she enjoyed having fuck buddies or one-offs ending things immediately with those who would press her for more. She considered herself sexually liberated rather than being some sort of fem fatal as others would portray her. Yet she found herself laughing when the professor made the comparison to how women behaved now to that of the 1970's.<br><br>"It's a brave new sexually charged world out there Don." she said with a chuckle as she listened to him go on at length about Will's ineptitude with women. "Hmm your right, he would make a shit operative if he can't handle himself around women..." she shifted the conversation away from Will and welcomed his recommendations of others in the class. Yet as she attempted to keep herself focused on their conversation she found her mind wandering back to Will, his odd behavior, his sudden departure and his overall demeanor. It was raising all kinds of red flags, attempting to shake off her suspicions she gave the professor a broad smile and a warm hug before she departed back to her prescient. <br><br>Exiting the college she fished out her phone finding several messages and groaning, her work was never ever done. Picking it up she listened to the messages and made return calls while driving back in her sleek black SUV. At times she felt like a walking talking stereotype of a cop but hey as the adage says, if the shoe fits... she embraced who she was and made no apologies in her demeanor. Taken aback when she was discussing with their network security officer that someone had been attempting to hack their network she sighed as he asked how to proceed. "Continue to divert their attempts but you're also able to run a back tracer right? Attempt the backtracer over three different channels see if you can't locate these hacker jack asses..." she parked her vehicle and headed inside the ordinary appearing building that housed the NOPD. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-06-2015, 01:19:50</strong>
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				As Maria entered the building and made way to the section of the NOPD One that was her division, that was the location to her offices, she was met with a bit of a surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sitting outside of her door was a woman dressed in a conservative business suit.&nbsp; It was a dark blue in color with a pencil length skirt, dark stockings let instead of heals she had a modest set of flats on her feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her blouse was a light gray in color and conservative in nature.&nbsp; &nbsp;The woman had on a pair of sunglasses and a walking cane for the blind.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>At Maria's approach the woman stood, and held out a hand toward her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She spoke in a soft voice and the woman had an Asian cast to her features, and a hint of an accent in her voice as she spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"Captain Johnston I do hope, or I am going to feel like a fool.&nbsp; I did ask the other officers here not to approach unless it was you, and from the scent of gun oil and perfume about you, the same blend that a Colonel of our mutual acquaintance pointed out to me, as well as the fact the network registered your keycard being used to enter, gives me hope that it is indeed you.&nbsp; I am Sybil Yamata, former SHIELD Agent, now Specialist for the New Orleans Police Department.&nbsp; My credentials are here."</strong><br><br>Once Maria had confirmed it was her, Sybil handed over file.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was marked for Maria's eyes and her superiors only.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sybil was indeed a former member of SHIELD, in their Cyber Anti-terrorism division.&nbsp; It also marked down that she was once part of SHIELD's Enhanced Response Team in a support role, which was at one point SHIELD's attempt to fight criminals with enhanced abilities with agents that had their own special and enhanced abilities.&nbsp; &nbsp;It failed and was disbanded.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sybil was kept on due her unique and special skill with computers and technology.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her file called her a "Cyber Mystic".&nbsp; &nbsp; Also in her file were the correct transfer requests making her a special operative of the NOPD.<br><br>As if she had been prompted a question as to "why" Sybil started to answer.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did try to direct her response in the general direction of Maria's voice.&nbsp; <strong>"There has been a marked increase in unusual cyber assaults in the past month, near all of them centered in New Orleans, though all of the southeastern portion of the United States has had activity of some manner or another.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also there has been another faction that has been actively trying to counter this activity.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not SHIELD, or anyone associated with them, so here I am, eyes...well more ears and senses on the ground, and at your disposal, Captain."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>03-07-2015, 07:29:05</strong>
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				Will was having a frustrating night.&nbsp; &nbsp;Athena was not kidding about her reduced ability to support.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact if anything she was underselling it.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such Will had to visit each target sight on his own and physically link the Strike Eagle armor into the infected servers, which was very difficult given some of the places and security he was dealing with.&nbsp; In fact two of the five locations he had to skip tonight as they would take detailed planning and preparation to attempt.&nbsp; &nbsp; So that left three targets that he hoped after he ran the tracking tool that Athena created that he could narrow down the location of this rogue Hyperwave technology and hope that its location was in New Orleans and in a place he could do something about it.<br><br>So here he was at Sloan Reality, crouching in the dark in their server farm recalling his encounter with Maria Johnson.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could not get over his reaction to her and how he had fucked it up&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe Bridget was right and he needed to see someone to talk about his issues.&nbsp; &nbsp;Problem was, he did not know anyone outside of Athena or his old team to do so, and lets face it, Athena was a bit of an unsympathetic ear and had nothing to relate to his past issues with females.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had to get over it at some point.&nbsp; He was not exactly the vulnerable and shattered form he was two years ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Perhaps the reason for his reaction was the intense interest she had in him, and with how she looked, and lastly because she was not some empty headed co-ed that was looking to land a husband, or for a quick lay.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was going to run into her again, he&nbsp; had to handle himself better than hid did this first time or he was going to become a blip on her radar screen.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did get one thing accomplished tonight and that was he got his measure of her, and this was a woman Will was going to need to take deadly serious or he was going to end up behind bars, and put Gene in a bad situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps after he found this hyperwave tech he could stand down and take a break.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all with the stand up of the Special Operations Division here and Maria's involvement, there was likely not going to have a need for him in the future.<br><br>Will's thoughts were interrupted when Athena spoke into his comms.&nbsp; Will did a quick check and it was not because the tool was done.&nbsp; He still have another seven minutes or so for that.&nbsp; &nbsp;It became clear when Athena started to speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><em>"Will, I have Father wanting to speak to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Connecting now, stand by in five, four..."</em></strong>&nbsp; Athena went silent and Will frowned inside his armor.&nbsp; He wondered why it was Gene was giving him a reach out, and doing so through Athena instead of a phone call.&nbsp; &nbsp;One of the conditions of keeping the armor was that he had to take Gene's calls when he made them, or get back to him within twenty four hours.&nbsp; &nbsp;Failure to do so meant that Gene would lock the armor our, and it would be so much junk at that point.&nbsp; &nbsp; So far that had not happen because Will took it serious.&nbsp; Besides, Gene was one of the few believing and supporting him, and a good friend.<br><br>Will heard the sound of the comms connection being established and Will started off.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey there Gene, this really important, in the middle of something here."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Gene's crisp and slightly British sounding voice came through, an accent he gained at boarding schools in Europe even though Gene himself was American, son to a former ambassador, then cut off from his family when they discovered he was a mutant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something they are regretting as his father was not a washed up drunk barely able to hold down a minor State Department job.&nbsp; The only reason why they kept him on is fearing what might happened if they sacked him, with Omni International, Gene's company, having so many government contracts.&nbsp; &nbsp;If they only knew Gene would likely help them toss the man out on his ear.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still did not stop the man from begging for handouts from his now billionaire son, even if he was a unclean "mutie".&nbsp; Will knew that it was a sore spot with Gene, and Will idd what he could to be at least a brother to the man, to let him know that family was not always about blood.<br><br>Gene cleared his throat on the other end and then he started to talk.&nbsp; <strong><em>"I know and this is not going to take long.&nbsp; &nbsp;I see you are running the tracking program.&nbsp; Let me know what you find.&nbsp; &nbsp;We know about this rogue Hyperwave and even Connor is concerned.&nbsp; It is not technology we want out in the open.&nbsp; Carol has a team prepped and ready to go."</em></strong>&nbsp; Connor was Conner Mackenzie, the founder of the Free Corp, and as close as a disciple as their could be to Charles Xavier's dream.&nbsp; &nbsp;Connor opened up a haven, as it were, for mutants in the South, even Xavier realizing that one school was not going to be enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;Carol was Carol Monroe, who had taken over field command of the Free Corps.&nbsp; &nbsp;This let Will know that this issue was a bit bigger than him.&nbsp; <br><br>Fair enough it was not the first time he had run point for his old team in the shadows and on the sly, and likely won't be the last.&nbsp; Still that was not earth shattering news, and not a reason for Gene to contact him now, especially since if Gene knew the tracking program was running, then Will was in the middle of an operation.&nbsp; <strong>"Why did you call Gene, it can't be about that, and you know whatever data I get Athena would feed back to you.&nbsp; So tell me what gives?"</strong><br><br>There was a long pause before Gene spoke again, as if he was trying to figure out how best to break things to him.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Will, someone put something out there about Strike Eagle that Athena could not clean up.&nbsp; &nbsp;It ran in a tabloid rag.&nbsp; &nbsp;Melissa and Kathleen saw it, and they are on their way to New Orleans to 'talk sense into you and get you to come back'.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sorry but they were gone before anyone can do anything, and they have shut down their comms.&nbsp; &nbsp;I thought you should know so you were not taken by surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;Connor is on his way out to New Orleans.&nbsp; Just let him know if you run into them, and he will take care of it."</em></strong><br><br>Will cursed softly under his breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those two women were the reason why Will had some of his fucked up issues, and why he left Atlanta and the rest of the people he knew, his family, behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;One of the reasons if not the main one.&nbsp; They of course merely thought he was going through a phase of grief and that his place was back with the Free Corp, back at Omni Technical Institute with them.&nbsp; &nbsp;While what they did to him was not rape at the time, it was near enough, and those memories were threatening to rise back up with all of the fucked up shit he went through before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Will felt the bile rise in his throat and he had to swallow it down, the bitter acidic taste burning as he did.&nbsp; &nbsp;He licked his lips and started to calm his breath.&nbsp; If his vitals were off by too much Athena could activate her emergency protocols, and Will had put to much time and effort into tonight to let that happen.<br><br>Once Will thought he was calm enough, he responded to Gene.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks Gene for the heads up."</strong>&nbsp; At that point the program finished and Will was able to pull up the data.&nbsp; &nbsp;He frowned hard at it as it did not make much sense.&nbsp; &nbsp;Old waterfront property that still had not been reclaimed from Katrina?&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that it had not been tried.&nbsp; &nbsp;This company was the sixth one to try to do so, and it looked like it pulled up stakes and sold it, for about five times what Sloan has paid for it&nbsp; &nbsp;Something was off about this.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well at least Will was certain he would not run into either his old team mates or Captain Johnson at this place.&nbsp; <br><br>Will disconnected from the server and made he was back out of the building the same way he broke in, speaking quickly to Gene as he did.&nbsp; <strong>"Gene, something's come up.&nbsp; I will reach out to you and Conner later.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am good here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Talk again soon."</strong>&nbsp; With that, Will ended the call and headed up to the rooftop, already calling up the location of this waterfront slum.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had enough time left to do a quick scout.&nbsp; &nbsp; Will brought both of his arms down hard to his sides and deployed his wings as he activated the armor's flight mode, taking out into the dark and overcast night.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As he did so, deep inside the building, the servers blinked several times.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once again a Hyperwave link was established, and a message over that secure line.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Target inbound.&nbsp; &nbsp;Prep and bait target two, inform Raptor to be ready."</em></strong><br><br><strong></strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackcatotaku</strong> on <strong>08-09-2015, 18:38:18</strong>
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				Although the woman's appearance was mild mannered and muted from her choice of clothing it still made Maria anxious. Unexpected guests, especially ones associated with SHIELD, always lead to trouble. Examining the paperwork that had been surrendered for her scrutiny she found it odd to have pen and paper identification in the age of their overwhelming technology, but then again tried and true methods of hand delivery seemed less vulnerable these days. With a small audible sigh Maria tried her best to force a smile and shook the woman's hand in return. <br><br>"Well I'm sorry you had to wait out here in the hallway, those couches are awfully uncomfortable. If you'll follow me into my office we can talk more freely there. I should know I've had to use that monstrosity&nbsp; as a bed on more than one occasion." She sounded pleasant enough, even threw in a little chuckle at the lame joke she made, but as she spoke Maria was now on edge. Certainly the cyber attacks were unusual but if her superiors were authorizing using people with skills like Sybils then she was woefully under prepared for whatever technological horror was trying to subvert information from their systems. It was a short walk from the waiting area to her modest sized office near the back of the cubicle farm where the officers did their tedious paperwork. It was mid afternoon and dauntingly quiet. A quiet office meant feet on the ground and that meant unsolved cases, a Captain's worst nightmare. <br><br>Opening the door for Sybil she offered her arm to guide her to one of the office chairs perched before a broad oak desk. Not that the guest could appreciate the features of the room but perhaps it was better she couldn't. Maria wasn't one for sentimentality or decor instead the room was filled with paperwork on every surface except the chairs and floor with several filing cabinets and the only appreciable items close to decorations was a Mr. Coffee brewer with an assortment of mismatched and chipped mugs as well as her certifications framed behind her desk. What on earth could these terrorists hope to gleam out here in New Orleans was the question humming in her brain as she poured out some coffee and plopped in a spoonful of sugar she let the metal scrape along the brim of the cup as she then put the spoon in her mouth savoring the lingering sweetness on it before plopping the spoon back in the sweet mixture.<br><br>"Would you care for a cup of coffee?" she asked as she made her way behind her desk and settled in. With the pleasantries out of the way Maria was eager to get down to business the whole matter was unsettling in her eyes and she wanted answers. "I'll admit technology is a bit out of my expertise so I'm hoping you can enlighten me without too much jargon....? I assume your here due to the recent cyber attacks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Final Watch (Blackstone and blackcatotaku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>12-09-2015, 15:58:16</strong>
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				Sybil took the arm offered by Maria and had a bit of an awkward shuffle to her feet, like very slow mincing steps, till she was before the chair offered.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sybil let her hands reach out to feel her surroundings, to even lean forward to get an idea of where Maria's desk was before sitting down herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once Sybil did she folded her hands in her lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the offer of coffer, her head turned slightly in the direction towards the coffee pot.&nbsp; Her mirrored visor like glasses were not looking directly at it, but it was close.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sybil's mouth turned up in a slight sardonic smile as she gave a slow shake of her head.<br><br><strong>"No thank you, I do not care much for instant coffee, but the offer is appreciated.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am good for now.&nbsp; &nbsp;As to my purpose here, yes it has to deal with the increasingly number of cyber attacks.&nbsp; &nbsp;They have a number of experts, including myself, baffled as to their purpose.&nbsp; We are also in the dark as to who is preventing this attacker from doing more damage and chaos then would be otherwise.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is not SHIELD, nor any other hero group that SHIELD is on good terms with.&nbsp; I was brought in hoping that being at the focus of the attacks here on the ground might lend some insight."</strong>
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