2012-08-10 Sentry Meets...

Shopping. It's a necessity of life. In this case, the girls arelaundering some of the new, sequential bills that got in caught up inthe haul from the Gotham bank. They're at an art gallery, of allthings. It's a bit pricey but the security cameras are strategicallyplaced so as not to compromise the privacy of the buyers. They've beencourting this gallery for a while now and it's worth it. All they needto do is purchase some likely works for themselves and then put eachinto an auction... where they'll make sure at least three people fallin love with it. Once they have clean money, they can slip some moreto Bruce to buy supplies for the medical clinic
They leave the gallery significantly poorer, with the paintings boughtand shipping arranged. It's a beautiful day, they're in a lovely mood,arguing gently about what to do next.
|"Let's look at houses."| Having a real home is still a pipe dream,but... |"There's a brownstone for sale."| |"The one we passed on theway to leave money for that nice lady with all the cats?"| |"Let's geta cat."| |"We can't have a cat, we're always on the move."| |"We'llget a cat carrier!"| They burble along blissfully, hidden from mosteyes, dreaming about things like cats and kitchens, when somethingpricks at their awareness.
The jolt of abject terror that they throw out is purely instinctive.They're unaware of the targets of the deception until after it'shappened. Somewhere, in the back of their complex gestalt, they caughtdrifting thoughts of a Weapon Program and images of Laura's face.
Civillians are fleeing in all directions, into the street, intostores, clawing to dive into the safety of the nearest cab. Fourcompletely innocuous looking men stand alone--half a block apart fromeach other--in the empty space left by everyone with a working mindtrying to escape the vicinity.
><-->< LOCAL DISTURBANCE DETECTED. ><--><
Sentry stands quietly before a bare, thick metal door. A door thatlooks like it leads into a gigantic safe or vault of some kind. Hestares lifelessly at it, at least, until the resonating voice of hiscomputer bounces through the empty halls. "What's the source?"
><-->< CLOTHING SHOP. LOWER MANHATTAN AREA. ><--><
"Identify."
><-->< FOUR HUMAN MALES. ARMED WITH FULLY AUTOMATIC WEAPONS AND HIGHPOWERED TRANQUILIZERS. ><--><
Sentry was already heading towards the center of the Watchtower atthis point, to what he called the 'takeoff' room. Once in the rathersmall chamber, he voices out a clear command. "Unseal flight hatch."A dual-sided metal hatch rotates and contracts, revealing an openingapproximately nine feet in diameter. With a blinding blur and trailinggolden light, the Sentry darts through the opening which automaticallycloses behind him. Within seconds, he is on the scene...
In a brilliant flash enormous light that could probably be seenbriefly from orbit, the Sentry appears standing in the evacuated spacebetween the four agents and the triplets, huge cape billowing freelybehind him. The light subsides, and soon more than his outline can beseen. He stands there at his fully erect height, his eyes glowing avibrant gold color. This gives the agents pause, but they do not seemto be paused long, drawing silenced weapons and pointing them at theblonde-haired hero. But in the seconds it took them to draw weaponsand orient them towards him, there is another blinding strobe oflight, along with an audible -WHOOSH-, like a strong gust of wind uponyour ear....
And the Sentry doesn't appear to have moved at all, but the strangelooks on the faces of the agents betray everything... as well as thefact that their weapons have all almost completely melted in theirhands, forcing them to drop the superheated weapons instantaneouslyand make abrupt cries of pain.
It's been a rather pleasant day for the Asgardians. Hand in hand, thepair walk down the streets. Yes, they are in their armor. BecauseThor's used to or not caring of the stares that may come with the renfaire couple out and about on the Manhattan sidewalks.
When the screams go out, Thor's head lifts. When the WHOOSH is heard,the Thunderer slides his hand from Sif's and when the cries of painring out, Midgard's Protector launches himself from the ground,Mjolnir in hand, straight for Sentry. Because smashing things with hishammer almost always works.
"Make thy fight with me, strange being," Thor taunts, seeking to drawSentry's attention from the umans to himself. "For these mortal art nomatch for thee!" His words, heard by all, is heard in whatever thenative, most comfortable language, of the listener, voice booming withthunderous power.
There wasn't much that could both Sif today. She's had a wonderful dayso far. Those looks? Not even noticed. Or perhaps just ignored. Whoknows which. The Goddess is rather relaxed, all things considered.
When the screams start though, Sif immedately loosens her grip ofThor's hand as he pulls away and nods. She'll be right behind him. Inthe blink of an eye, Sif appears in the center of the commotion, eyesscanning the area and assessing the situation as she tries to figureout what triggered the mess and how to end it quickly before anyone ishurt.
As suddenly as they panicked, the girls freeze, still wrapped in theirillusion that hides them from most mortal--or at least close tomortal--eyes. They step back against a building and watch, clinging toeach other. Even in the chaos, curiosity overwhelms them--Sentry,whatever it is, must be understood.
|"What is it?"| |"Useful."| |"Broken."| There's a brief struggle ofwills. |"Leave it."| |"No, we want it."| |"We could help it."| For themoment, they hold their ground and watch.
Even though his eyes glow a brilliant gold, one would not havedifficulty seeing conflicted emotions upon the stranger's face. Theagents cradle their hands and arms to their bodies, curling up on theground. He looks up to take note of these newcomers, clad in armor,not like the 4 whom he had just dispatched. They weren't evenmentioned by CLOC. He studies them closely.
"Fighting me would not be a good idea, outsider! Not for you, or theentire city of New York." His troubled emotions do not take away froma stern visage that bores straight into Thor and Sif. "Yes, I can tellyou are not from this world! That much is obvious." He studies thehammer intently for a moment, and then casts his gaze over to thegirls. Whether or not he could see them, or even hear them, is unknownas he swiftly turns his head back to Thor. "Do not make me use mypowers! It will unleash a terrible thing upon the world. Something youcannot comprehend!"
"Bringing this fight to Midgard was not the wise idea, stranger," Thorreplies to Sentry, blue eyes turning electric as the hammer in hishand crackles to life. This relic he points at Sentry.
"There is no quarrel between us if thou would leave, and leave now;for if thou seeks to unleash a terrible thing upon my Midgard, thouwould find me a terrible enemy indeed," states the Prince, hovering inthe air before Sentry, over the heads of the mortals. His capeflutters behind him, his helmet gleaming in the sunlight.
The girls scan both of the heroes facing off and easily decide whoseside they're on--the really interesting one. Thor? Sadly, not smartenough. His overwhelming sense of righteousness and this 'protectMidgard' intention he radiates puts them on edge. After all, they werecreated to protect humanity... for some value of human that excludedpeople like them. Authority is never to be trusted. Also, he didn'tdisarm the agents.
Speaking of the agents... |"Remove their memories of this moment,"|the gestalt demands of itself. |"Remove all their intent to do harm."||"Make them innocent again."|
They focus on the agents' minds--these were sent to find Laura, whohas no telepathic power, so they carry no defense, no training. Withgreat care, they share their sense of horror at the Weapon programsand a deep desire to go forth and do no more harm to any innocent,especially those targeted by the programs. It's not all terrible--theytake away the pain of the injuries and lend the men enough will tostruggle to their feet and creep away.
The Golden Guardian shakes his head, long blonde hair swaying this wayand that. "No! You don't get it! I came to help! I do not seek to harmanyone!" He looks to the molten weapons and he slowly starts toascend, cape billowing slightly behind him as his eyes glow evenbrighter. "I may have already done too much..."
In what seems like an instant, the Sentry is merely inches away fromThor. "You don't get it! I have to be careful. He is locked in thevault but... but...." His eyes avert from Thor and he looks needlesslytowards the ground. ".... he could get out! Anything I do he willmatch a thousandfold. For one life I save he would take hundreds." Hisgaze is intensified and he looks back at Thor. "And YOU would have meunleash that upon Earth! The billions that would be.... NO!" He slowlystarts to levitate away. "I must take my leave. You'll not get yourfight from me, outsider."
Thor's head tilts as the man is suddenly in his face. The fervor inthe man's voice, that worry and concern. Thor's eyes unfocus for amoment, sensing... there is no harm to Midgard.
As Sentry begins to levitate away, Thor floats up to follow. His lefthand reaches out, hoping to clasp the man's elbow. In his right hand,Mjolnir lowers.
"Peace, friend. My apologies that I mistook thee and thine intents. Iwould have no such dangers released upon Midgard. If thou requiresassistance, thou hath only summon me, Thor the Odinson, and I shallanswer thee," says the Asgardian.
On the ground, Sif watches the exchange between the two men who floatabove them. She knows Thor and from his body language, she knows theother isn't a threat. What, then, caused the panic that drew them bothto this part of town? And who harmed those that were hurt? Whatever'sgoing on isn't sitting well with Sif and it's easy to read in bodylanguage as she turns her attention on scanning the area around heragain.
The girls watch the exchange with caution, now that their enemies arecreeping away. |"We will have to go carefully with that one if we wantit for ourselves,"| they muse as Sentry retreats. |"And we would knowwhat he fears."| |"In time."| They are patient, if nothing else, ableto build plans over years... and that was when they were onlychildren. |"And the other?"| |"Strong but too simple."| |"We requireflexibility of mind."|
The blonde-haired hero does not turn, even as Thor grabs for him. Withthe massive blue cape trailing behind him, he slowly begins to buildspeed as he ascends. An aftertrace of gold-hued light follows him.Slowly he comes to a stop, turning slowly in place to look upon theothers below. "Thor... God of Thunder...." He speaks the words matterof factly, his gaze switching between him and Sif, even further below.".... not from here." He turns his gaze upon the girls now, as ifconfirming the earlier notion that he knew they were there. Concernimmediately plagues his face and he begins to radiate deeply with thatgolden glow. It grows, stretching from him in a sphere, the brightnessintensifying as if a sun had broke orbit and aimed to collide withEarth... but immediately, the light is gone, and so is Sentry.
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