RP for Sharon -- Batroc the Leaper
There are a few perks to Sam's nominally legal and registered status beyond the basic matter of being tolerated by the current authorities. One of them is a certain level of access to the current SHIELD files; not very *much* access, really, not that much more than that given to the public.
But when it comes tracking down possible leads on the Red Skull and Captain America's assassination--well, Sam takes what he can get. So he keeps an eye on the semi-public lists SHIELD sends out of registered heroes, unregistered heroes, registered villains, unregistered villains, captured heroes, captured villains, and the like.
One morning, Batroc the Leaper was no longer to be found on any of the lists. This was not really surprising; it was more of a surprise that he had ever been on the "registered" list in the first place; Batroc had no superpowers, was not a U.S. citizen, and had always worked outside the law. Word was he'd gotten caught by the Thunderbolts during the war and been pressed into service for his own self-preservation; not surprising that he'd get out eventually.
Batroc was always more skillful than the accent suggested, and nothing if not persistent.
Batroc's name was still fresh in his mind when Sam stumbled on evidence of a smuggling operation. To be more accurate, Redwing stumbled on it; he was out flying on his own one afternoon while Sam was busy with his clients and suddenly and abruptly disappeared from Sam's mind.
Sam was completely and totally unable to continue explaining the government forms in front of him. REDWING, he called out in his mind. And then, just as suddenly, Redwing was back, mind full of images of a strange city--Paris, Sam realized suddenly. The arial views Redwing gave were very good for identifying a city.
"Paris?" asked his client, puzzled.
"Sorry," said Sam, who hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud. Later, Redwing. He got back to his explanation.
As soon as Sam was free, Redwing swooped back in, impatient to share his adventure. Redwing passed images into Sam's mind of exotic weapons and bundles and thugs and a warehouse by the Hudson river; of a truck that drove down the road and disappeared; of Redwing following; of an instant's utter disorientation when their mental bond was severed and Redwing was transported.
"Did you recognize anyone?" Sam asked.
Redwing sent a picture of a Frenchman with a handlebar mustache.
"Batroc! I thought so. Excellent, Redwing. Let's get Sharon and we can close this operation down!"
Redwing squawked and flew back to the door, eager to set out.
Sam laughed. "Yes, but I'm going to have to change clothes first, Redwing."
Not long after, the two of them were outside the window of Sharon's apartment. Sam knocked.
But when it comes tracking down possible leads on the Red Skull and Captain America's assassination--well, Sam takes what he can get. So he keeps an eye on the semi-public lists SHIELD sends out of registered heroes, unregistered heroes, registered villains, unregistered villains, captured heroes, captured villains, and the like.
One morning, Batroc the Leaper was no longer to be found on any of the lists. This was not really surprising; it was more of a surprise that he had ever been on the "registered" list in the first place; Batroc had no superpowers, was not a U.S. citizen, and had always worked outside the law. Word was he'd gotten caught by the Thunderbolts during the war and been pressed into service for his own self-preservation; not surprising that he'd get out eventually.
Batroc was always more skillful than the accent suggested, and nothing if not persistent.
Batroc's name was still fresh in his mind when Sam stumbled on evidence of a smuggling operation. To be more accurate, Redwing stumbled on it; he was out flying on his own one afternoon while Sam was busy with his clients and suddenly and abruptly disappeared from Sam's mind.
Sam was completely and totally unable to continue explaining the government forms in front of him. REDWING, he called out in his mind. And then, just as suddenly, Redwing was back, mind full of images of a strange city--Paris, Sam realized suddenly. The arial views Redwing gave were very good for identifying a city.
"Paris?" asked his client, puzzled.
"Sorry," said Sam, who hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud. Later, Redwing. He got back to his explanation.
As soon as Sam was free, Redwing swooped back in, impatient to share his adventure. Redwing passed images into Sam's mind of exotic weapons and bundles and thugs and a warehouse by the Hudson river; of a truck that drove down the road and disappeared; of Redwing following; of an instant's utter disorientation when their mental bond was severed and Redwing was transported.
"Did you recognize anyone?" Sam asked.
Redwing sent a picture of a Frenchman with a handlebar mustache.
"Batroc! I thought so. Excellent, Redwing. Let's get Sharon and we can close this operation down!"
Redwing squawked and flew back to the door, eager to set out.
Sam laughed. "Yes, but I'm going to have to change clothes first, Redwing."
Not long after, the two of them were outside the window of Sharon's apartment. Sam knocked.