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Location: The Waldorf Astoria - Washington D.C., United States of America
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Shoot to Thrill #1.05: Unbiased
Interaction(s): None
Previously: Bing
“Only a mutant could have made that shot.”
“That’s your expert and completely unbiased opinion?” Happy asked, looking around the crime scene as Tony continued to use his smart glasses to scan the scene. He looked from the bloodstains on the carpet, left by the man he considered a father to the window where a hole, only slightly larger than the bullet itself was left. Minimal shards sprinkled the otherwise immaculate tiled flooring.
Stane had been found moments after being shot—one of the few benefits of the Waldorf being as popular a hotel as it was. The shot had thankfully missed Stane’s heart. Almost intentionally so, the paramedic had noted that were it even an eighth of an inch in any direction it would have severed an artery, or worse.
It wasn't an attempted murder.
It was a warning.
“Do you think J.A.R.V.I.S. is biased?” Tony asked, spinning around, “Obi is the only family I have left, he’s now being airlifted back to New York for his own safety, but this was an attack on all of us and more importantly the safety of our future.” The young billionaire snapped before tapping the frame of his glasses.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., run the trajectory again, factor in any relevant external variables and then please tell Happy that no human could make that shot.”
“Based on my computations and available data, indeed, no human could have accurately wounded Obediah Stane from the distance required to aim through a window on the top floor of the Waldorf Astoria.” J.A.R.V.S.’s posh voice echoed in the corridor.
“All surrounding rooftops put any shooter at a strategic disadvantage due to the height difference between the Waldorf Astoria and its adjacent buildings. The angle of entry indicates the shooter was not at a height disadvantage and no aircraft were reported in the area.”
“See, Happy, we’ve got the muties scared. They know what we’re building now and they’re coming for us. We can’t let Obi down.” Tony muttered while continuing to scan the Washington Skyline. “I bet the minx from last night was a mutie.”
“You realize that means you had sex with a mutant,” Happy deadpanned, “Multiple times.”
“Yeah, but I thought she was a woman then, so that makes it okay.” The younger man replied dismissively, “It’s not like she can give me mutie herpes anyways.”
“Are you sure?”
“J.A.R.V.I.S. have Pepper book a check-up,” Tony ordered. “Happy can I leave you with this? I need to catch up with Rhodes and get some suits flying.”
“Why did Obediah come this way?” Happy interrupted, causing Tony to hesitate. “It’s not like Stane would willingly use the stairs, no he said he left to get breakfast but then walked in the opposite direction of the elevator. Why do you choose to come near a window? Was he looking at something?”
“He was making a call,” Tony interjected, “Obi likes the view from that window, he always leaves his room to make calls by that window. Without fail every year we’ve been here for the convention.”
“So, a shooter could have known that,” The Head of Security suggested giving Tony pause.
“I can’t rule it out.” The young man reluctantly agreed, “J.A.R.V.I.S. who did Obi call last?” Tony asked his virtual assistant.
“Obediah Stane has made no calls today.” Came the monotonous response. Tony’s brow furrowed.
“Check again, but access local towers, run triangulation for pings which could have originated from my geographic location.” He ordered, his foot beginning to tap impatiently before Stark started to pace outside the yellow tape. Tapping his fists together before snapping his fingers, Tony impatiently waited for J.A.R.V.I.S.’s response.
“There are numerous calls which could have pinged from within the Waldorf Astoria. Curiously, one was encrypted.”
“Curiously?” Tony asked, “That's a new word for your J.A.R.V.I.S.”
“Apologies, Sir, I was merely trying to express myself more ‘humanly’.”
“Noted, schedule a self-diagnostic for later.” Tony ordered, “For now, elaborate on the encryption.”
“It’s rather unique, but not dissimilar to something your father used when communicating with Anton Vanko, his old collaborator.”
“Vanko?” An eyebrow raised on Happy’s face, “That name is familiar.”
“I've probably told you about him, he was a drinking buddy of my father's. Very into ciphers and encryptions. A relic of the Cold War, he was something of a mentor to the old man, but probably even more of a piece of work than dear ol'Dad was.”
“Leave it with me, Tony, I’ll get to the bottom of it.” Happy assured his employer, “I believe you need to get your boys in the air.”
“That I do, you’re a doll, Happy, I’d be lost without you,” Tony replied, blowing a kiss as he turned to leave again. Happy watched Tony enter the elevator before muttering quietly to himself.
“If you only knew.”
“That’s your expert and completely unbiased opinion?” Happy asked, looking around the crime scene as Tony continued to use his smart glasses to scan the scene. He looked from the bloodstains on the carpet, left by the man he considered a father to the window where a hole, only slightly larger than the bullet itself was left. Minimal shards sprinkled the otherwise immaculate tiled flooring.
Stane had been found moments after being shot—one of the few benefits of the Waldorf being as popular a hotel as it was. The shot had thankfully missed Stane’s heart. Almost intentionally so, the paramedic had noted that were it even an eighth of an inch in any direction it would have severed an artery, or worse.
It wasn't an attempted murder.
It was a warning.
“Do you think J.A.R.V.I.S. is biased?” Tony asked, spinning around, “Obi is the only family I have left, he’s now being airlifted back to New York for his own safety, but this was an attack on all of us and more importantly the safety of our future.” The young billionaire snapped before tapping the frame of his glasses.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., run the trajectory again, factor in any relevant external variables and then please tell Happy that no human could make that shot.”
“Based on my computations and available data, indeed, no human could have accurately wounded Obediah Stane from the distance required to aim through a window on the top floor of the Waldorf Astoria.” J.A.R.V.S.’s posh voice echoed in the corridor.
“All surrounding rooftops put any shooter at a strategic disadvantage due to the height difference between the Waldorf Astoria and its adjacent buildings. The angle of entry indicates the shooter was not at a height disadvantage and no aircraft were reported in the area.”
“See, Happy, we’ve got the muties scared. They know what we’re building now and they’re coming for us. We can’t let Obi down.” Tony muttered while continuing to scan the Washington Skyline. “I bet the minx from last night was a mutie.”
“You realize that means you had sex with a mutant,” Happy deadpanned, “Multiple times.”
“Yeah, but I thought she was a woman then, so that makes it okay.” The younger man replied dismissively, “It’s not like she can give me mutie herpes anyways.”
“Are you sure?”
“J.A.R.V.I.S. have Pepper book a check-up,” Tony ordered. “Happy can I leave you with this? I need to catch up with Rhodes and get some suits flying.”
“Why did Obediah come this way?” Happy interrupted, causing Tony to hesitate. “It’s not like Stane would willingly use the stairs, no he said he left to get breakfast but then walked in the opposite direction of the elevator. Why do you choose to come near a window? Was he looking at something?”
“He was making a call,” Tony interjected, “Obi likes the view from that window, he always leaves his room to make calls by that window. Without fail every year we’ve been here for the convention.”
“So, a shooter could have known that,” The Head of Security suggested giving Tony pause.
“I can’t rule it out.” The young man reluctantly agreed, “J.A.R.V.I.S. who did Obi call last?” Tony asked his virtual assistant.
“Obediah Stane has made no calls today.” Came the monotonous response. Tony’s brow furrowed.
“Check again, but access local towers, run triangulation for pings which could have originated from my geographic location.” He ordered, his foot beginning to tap impatiently before Stark started to pace outside the yellow tape. Tapping his fists together before snapping his fingers, Tony impatiently waited for J.A.R.V.I.S.’s response.
“There are numerous calls which could have pinged from within the Waldorf Astoria. Curiously, one was encrypted.”
“Curiously?” Tony asked, “That's a new word for your J.A.R.V.I.S.”
“Apologies, Sir, I was merely trying to express myself more ‘humanly’.”
“Noted, schedule a self-diagnostic for later.” Tony ordered, “For now, elaborate on the encryption.”
“It’s rather unique, but not dissimilar to something your father used when communicating with Anton Vanko, his old collaborator.”
“Vanko?” An eyebrow raised on Happy’s face, “That name is familiar.”
“I've probably told you about him, he was a drinking buddy of my father's. Very into ciphers and encryptions. A relic of the Cold War, he was something of a mentor to the old man, but probably even more of a piece of work than dear ol'Dad was.”
“Leave it with me, Tony, I’ll get to the bottom of it.” Happy assured his employer, “I believe you need to get your boys in the air.”
“That I do, you’re a doll, Happy, I’d be lost without you,” Tony replied, blowing a kiss as he turned to leave again. Happy watched Tony enter the elevator before muttering quietly to himself.
“If you only knew.”
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Location: The Waldorf Astoria - Washington D.C., United States of America
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Shoot to Thrill #1.04: Bing
Interaction(s): None
Previously: Back to Bed
“There is no record of an ‘Ali Anovna’ working for any news outlet, commercial, independent or otherwise.” Happy stated while sitting as Tony paced back and forth tinkering with a new pair of glasses. A slight glow pulsed from the lenses before he placed them on his face and began looking around the room.
“In fact, there doesn’t appear to be a single woman in the world with the name ‘Ali Anovna’ nor Alicia, Alisha, Alyssa,” The head of security was rambling at this point, “Well you get it, it probably was an alias. Closest thing I can find is the surname ‘Alianovna’ which is a Slavic name meaning bright or beautiful, which hey, she was that.”
A glass flew across the room smashing against the opposing wall prompting Happy to look up from his laptop at Tony.
“Are you using Google right now? Are you seriously using Google!” Tony yelled, “Happy if I wanted my company’s best interests protected by Google, I’d buy Google!”
“Actually, it was Bing…”
“Another word,” Tony pointed a finger towards Happy, “You say another word about Bing and I’m gonna lose it.”
“Tony, Tony, take a breath,” Stane interrupted coming between the two men, “Nothing was stolen that had War Machine on it. You’ve already severed the other glasses’ connection to the server. J.A.R.V.I.S. reports no outside access, it was a mistake and a little embarrassing, but ultimately harmless.”
“I don’t make mistakes.” Tony retorted, spinning around on Stane. “And I don’t much care for being pistol-whipped when I thought it was going to be my gun going off after a night of fun with a dommy mommy.” He snapped, prompting Pepper to bury her face in her empty hand before Tony turned back to Happy and snatched the laptop out the other man’s hands.
“She wanted my fingerprints, Obi. War Machine’s encryptions are entirely based on my fingerprints overlaid from which a numerical sequence is extracted using the Fibonacci sequence.” The billionaire studied the screen, swiping several times and then typing as he spoke.
“The last thing I want is Lady KGB hacking my suits before Jordan gets a chance to crash and burn against Rhodes.”
Tony’s fingers flew across the keyboard before he spun the computer back around and shoved it into Happy’s hands.
“There, I just put Rhodey’s credentials in, you have access to several Federal intelligence databases now. Find Alianovna.”
“Tony, you can’t just hack these sites, you’re not above the law and this isn’t exactly legal.”
“Of course I am, Happy, I’m rich,”
“Tony, I can’t use this!”
“Find Alinovna!” Tony shouted back strutting out of the room, “I’m having a shower and I’m using all of the Waldorf’s hot water.”
“He’s certainly in a mood.” Stane smiled attempting to break the tension.
“You should have seen him when he found out Miss March wasn’t actually a set of twins but the same woman superimposed in the photo twice.” Happy responded, “Absolutely livid.”
“Spoiled man-child is what he is,” Pepper interjected, looking between the two men as they both turned wide-eyed with surprise that the usually meek woman had spoken up, “Oh am I not allowed to have an opinion now. I didn’t see either of you using the hacksaw to free him.”
“It’s just-” Happy started, stopping as Pepper turned on him.
“What, Happy?”
“I’ve never seen you like this,” Happy finished, “I like it.”
“I am so thrilled for you, Happy,” Pepper rolled her eyes, “Let him know his suit is laid out for him when he gets out of the shower. I’m going to have a mimosa and enjoy the brunch buffet.”
“Oh,” Happy interjected, “Uh, actually you’ll need to special order yourself one, they have strawberries on them.”
Pepper paused, her cheeks flushing slightly before she nodded to Happy.
“Uh thanks for the heads up,” She said before exiting the suite as Stane raised a thick, gray eyebrow towards Happy.
“You knew she was allergic to strawberries?” He asked with a bemused smirk.
“Of course,” Happy replied, his cheeks reddening rapidly, “It’s a, uh, security issue.”
“Smooth, Happy, smooth.” Stane clapped the head of security on the shoulder before following Pepper’s leave. “If Tony is looking at me, I’ll be at a table enjoying a New York Strip with a side of eggs.”
Stepping into the hallway, Stane watched the door close behind him before reaching for his phone and walking the opposite direction as Pepper. Waiting until the redhead was out of earshot, he tipped the device on its side and opened the SIM card before slotting a new one in. Waiting for the phone to decrypt, he watched a singular number populate the contacts before he pressed ‘call’.
“кодовое слово”
“черная вдова” Stane replied. “I’m looking for Agent Romanova, tell her it’s concerning Dynamo.”
“Please hold, comrade.” A modulated voice replied before elevator music played in Stane’s ear much to his surprise. After what felt like several minutes a voice responded.
“Do you have encryption?”
“Overlay and apply a Fibonacci sequence, it’ll unlock.”
“Thank you, comrade.” She replied, “You have performed your services adequately.” The line went dead and Stane felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck. Opening his suit jacket, he moved to put the phone back in his pocket before noticing a single red dot moving on his chest.
The large man didn’t have time to duck before glass exploded from the bullet and it found its way into his chest.
“In fact, there doesn’t appear to be a single woman in the world with the name ‘Ali Anovna’ nor Alicia, Alisha, Alyssa,” The head of security was rambling at this point, “Well you get it, it probably was an alias. Closest thing I can find is the surname ‘Alianovna’ which is a Slavic name meaning bright or beautiful, which hey, she was that.”
A glass flew across the room smashing against the opposing wall prompting Happy to look up from his laptop at Tony.
“Are you using Google right now? Are you seriously using Google!” Tony yelled, “Happy if I wanted my company’s best interests protected by Google, I’d buy Google!”
“Actually, it was Bing…”
“Another word,” Tony pointed a finger towards Happy, “You say another word about Bing and I’m gonna lose it.”
“Tony, Tony, take a breath,” Stane interrupted coming between the two men, “Nothing was stolen that had War Machine on it. You’ve already severed the other glasses’ connection to the server. J.A.R.V.I.S. reports no outside access, it was a mistake and a little embarrassing, but ultimately harmless.”
“I don’t make mistakes.” Tony retorted, spinning around on Stane. “And I don’t much care for being pistol-whipped when I thought it was going to be my gun going off after a night of fun with a dommy mommy.” He snapped, prompting Pepper to bury her face in her empty hand before Tony turned back to Happy and snatched the laptop out the other man’s hands.
“She wanted my fingerprints, Obi. War Machine’s encryptions are entirely based on my fingerprints overlaid from which a numerical sequence is extracted using the Fibonacci sequence.” The billionaire studied the screen, swiping several times and then typing as he spoke.
“The last thing I want is Lady KGB hacking my suits before Jordan gets a chance to crash and burn against Rhodes.”
Tony’s fingers flew across the keyboard before he spun the computer back around and shoved it into Happy’s hands.
“There, I just put Rhodey’s credentials in, you have access to several Federal intelligence databases now. Find Alianovna.”
“Tony, you can’t just hack these sites, you’re not above the law and this isn’t exactly legal.”
“Of course I am, Happy, I’m rich,”
“Tony, I can’t use this!”
“Find Alinovna!” Tony shouted back strutting out of the room, “I’m having a shower and I’m using all of the Waldorf’s hot water.”
“He’s certainly in a mood.” Stane smiled attempting to break the tension.
“You should have seen him when he found out Miss March wasn’t actually a set of twins but the same woman superimposed in the photo twice.” Happy responded, “Absolutely livid.”
“Spoiled man-child is what he is,” Pepper interjected, looking between the two men as they both turned wide-eyed with surprise that the usually meek woman had spoken up, “Oh am I not allowed to have an opinion now. I didn’t see either of you using the hacksaw to free him.”
“It’s just-” Happy started, stopping as Pepper turned on him.
“What, Happy?”
“I’ve never seen you like this,” Happy finished, “I like it.”
“I am so thrilled for you, Happy,” Pepper rolled her eyes, “Let him know his suit is laid out for him when he gets out of the shower. I’m going to have a mimosa and enjoy the brunch buffet.”
“Oh,” Happy interjected, “Uh, actually you’ll need to special order yourself one, they have strawberries on them.”
Pepper paused, her cheeks flushing slightly before she nodded to Happy.
“Uh thanks for the heads up,” She said before exiting the suite as Stane raised a thick, gray eyebrow towards Happy.
“You knew she was allergic to strawberries?” He asked with a bemused smirk.
“Of course,” Happy replied, his cheeks reddening rapidly, “It’s a, uh, security issue.”
“Smooth, Happy, smooth.” Stane clapped the head of security on the shoulder before following Pepper’s leave. “If Tony is looking at me, I’ll be at a table enjoying a New York Strip with a side of eggs.”
Stepping into the hallway, Stane watched the door close behind him before reaching for his phone and walking the opposite direction as Pepper. Waiting until the redhead was out of earshot, he tipped the device on its side and opened the SIM card before slotting a new one in. Waiting for the phone to decrypt, he watched a singular number populate the contacts before he pressed ‘call’.
“кодовое слово”
“черная вдова” Stane replied. “I’m looking for Agent Romanova, tell her it’s concerning Dynamo.”
“Please hold, comrade.” A modulated voice replied before elevator music played in Stane’s ear much to his surprise. After what felt like several minutes a voice responded.
“Do you have encryption?”
“Overlay and apply a Fibonacci sequence, it’ll unlock.”
“Thank you, comrade.” She replied, “You have performed your services adequately.” The line went dead and Stane felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck. Opening his suit jacket, he moved to put the phone back in his pocket before noticing a single red dot moving on his chest.
The large man didn’t have time to duck before glass exploded from the bullet and it found its way into his chest.
Between Thor, Wolverine and Howard Stark what this RP has taught me is to stay the Hell away from snow.
Truer words have never been spoken.
This is my villain era.
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Oh is that what I'm supposed to be doing?
Huh.
Yeah forget that.
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We're not going to have the election and go full Civil War on you don't worry.
What Tony does and doesn't fund as a private business owner is his business.
Alright, who is my best chance at quashing the mutant mafia and where do I send my cheques?
So just as a bit of world building we're picking two candidates for the in-game election rather than delve into real world politics which are gross and don't matter here, they're going to be divided into Pro Mutant/Meta/Vigilante and Anti Mutant/Meta/Vigilante.
Players will get a say over who's elected once election time comes around but on top of this we're also going to take your actions/posts affect the world.
Ah yes, Civil War.
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