2015-11-30 CryGen Protests

- East Harlem, Manhattan - GryGen Headquarters - A protest has broken out.

Players:
Natasha Romanoff
Frank Castle
Imperium

CryGen was one of the few operating industrial buildings in Harlem that remained, and wasn't a boarded up abandoned wreck of a place. CryGen was one of the few large locations that employed locals and as such, it was fairly well regarded in the community… however their track record for work-place-safety was abysmal and their on-site deaths piled up a little higher every year.

There is a protest going on at the facility's front gate tonight, a large number of people riled up after two young men were killed in a shipping accident where a fire broke out inside of a semi-truck while loading CryGen technologies into it… The community is pushing for change, stronger regulations and more open communication from the company's CEOs… There's a good 200 people outside the front gate and they're shouting, chanting, doing all your usual protesty things.

With police in short-supply CryGen security is manning their front gates, directing spotlights at the crowd and trying to disperse them over loud speakers, but the community does't seem interested in going anywhere.

Amist the crowd, was a giant of a man. At seven feet tall and bounded in huge muscles, he was an imposing presence. And with his beastial like teeth and the fact he looks simply medevial like he was from another time only adds to his unusualness. Despite seeming in the prime of his life, his salt and pepper hair suggested he was older than he appeared. Regardless one thing was certain - Bastion was right their protesting with all the other folks. And for that, he was for the moment welcomed among the crowd of 200. No one needed to know that he had no idea what people were complaining about, or what this place (CryGen) was, he just figured it looked like something fun to do!

Natasha made it across the catwalk to where the conference room entrance was just as she saw Frank make his exit and Bastion set the place up more by opening the doors, he must've had his reasons but it wasn't apparent to her just now. She darted into the conference room and found… two dead… GSW's to the head, execution style…. three others were tied up their conference chairs. "Jesus." She muttered as she went about untieing the well-dressed businessmen.. She went to the large windows and looked outside of them. "We can go out this way!" She shouted to the three men who were shouting now about the fire and 'they were all going to die!'

Natasha just wwlked to the table, picked up one of the big office chairs and threw it right through the window, smashing the glass. "Out! Now!" She ordered the men who stumbled toward the window and started to crawl through it one after the other.

Bastion look around, seem everyone was out. Frank was gone and even in the roaring flames he could hear Natasha ordering anyone who was alive to basicly stay alive. In short, no reason to stay inside, cept to watch the world burn!!!!!! Muahahahahahaha (and yes he did actualy laugh as he watches the factory!). None the less he puts his hands in his pockets, and whistles a merry tune as he walks right on out, not too worried about a chemical plant or what not exploding. Firefighter were already trying to put out flames. People in the afore mentioned riote were being treated by Medics and some, were being arrested by the cops. All were a safe distance from the building.

Of course with Bastion just walking out whistling a merry tune, as if nothing bad was happening, it didn't take long for the cops to get their guns out on him and yell "Freeze". Well he freezes and just looks at them a moment "Huh, you know, I really don't get the point of freeze. Why not stop, it's shorter, or mabey HURRRRAAAAHHH!!!" they stare at him as he says to himself "Theri going to think I am craz now, thanks" followed by "Well it's not like I'm talking to myself" yea……

—- Bastion was arrested and sentenced to life in jail for arsen :( JUST KIDDIN! hahahaha

END LOG

Natasha had caught onto the napalm drop bombs that had been setup to seemingly take this whole factory down… she knew what this factory was… primarily, it was dealing in Cryogenic research. There were some seriously hazard materials kept in these factories… Nat looked over at Bastion. "I need you to make sure nobody comes in here! This place is a bomb on a lit match!" She shouted at the big guy as she ran over to a cable and grabbed hold of it, a moment later a knife shot out of her jacket sleeve and the cable snapped!

The sound of metal pulling on metal could be heard as the redhead woman was sent flying up into the air on the endge of the table while a row of work lights crashed down into the fire… followed by a side twirling twist and Natasha was up on the catwalks as well, gun drawn right toward the Punisher. "Frank Castle!" She shouted at him. "I am Natasha Romanoff, Shield Agent!" She announced herself to him. "I'm only going to ask one time… surrender and turn yourself over to me!" She knew this was one of the most dangerous men on the loose in New York.

Bastion peeks outside "…..Oh boy" and boom he closes the door behind him and holds on. Yea, that angry mob outside, was now even ANGRIER. "Well, she did say this would get ugly" he rolls his eyes "Don't mention it" and with that he braces the door as the screaming and shouting of the angry mob was being heard, and the sound of more bottles breaking. Let not forget backup was called for so the sirens too, this was adding up fast
"Frank Castle's dead, died with his family in that park summer of last year." A pause, as remains frozen in place like a statue keeping a close eye on Natasha, working through the battle-plan in his head. Another bottle falls to the ground, the fire quickly spreading, aided by the sprinkler system, as it turns on. The Water serving not to put the fire out but to send it higher. Castle kneeling down to place that gun back onto the ground, bending at the knees. "I'm The Punisher."

The sounds of a mass angry mob growing as people begin throwing things through the windows of the building in sheer anger at the statements made by the man still inside that office behind the two on the catwalk. From anger to riots in short order as people begin to flip over cars trying to force their way towards the building, shouting and screaming for justice. Then a gunshot goes off, outside.

Well this was quite the hellscape that Natasha found herself inside of this evening, with fire beneath her on the catwalks, an angry mob outside and no sound of NYC Emergency Services as of yet… Natasha just stared down the sights of her black handgun as she kept it leveled on Frank who was at the other end of the catwalk. "It doesn't have to go like this, Frank." She said at him, having heard his little speech but not seemingly taking him up on the idea that he was 'dead'. "Don't pretend like you're the only person in this world who's lost loved ones! You're a hell of a soldier… you'd fit in well with Shield! Doing real world, real work toward stopping criminals!" Natasha's green eyes looked over at that board room that Castle had apparently raided and done god knows what to the people inside it, people she had to get out of the building now. Her eyes flickered back to him then. "Come with me and we can find a place for you!" She offered him this ultimatum.

Down near the door that Bastion was standing beside was a fire alarm handle hidden behind a small pane of glass, it said in red letters that it was connected to the New York Public Safety System… it might be wise for the big guy to smash that little window and pull that lever down.

Well it dosn't take long for Bastion to notice that emergency box. He smashes it open and pulls on the lever quickly to activate the safty systems. Please let that get rid of Napalm! None the less he looks to the fire and knows full well, if he lets the doors open now, that fire is going to get hotter, stronger and spread even faster "You know, while you two are having a romance up their, their a raging infernal developing, let speed this up, shall we." he laughs his voice revering through the room, even with the angry crowd. Dents appear in the door as the mob crashes agaist it trying to gain access to the inside. Hell one can swear a car was rammed agaist that door, but somehow Bastion is holding that door clothes even as more bottles come through the window and more gun shots go off "Ummm, you want me to get out their, pretty sure I can get them to… do something else"

In the darkness of the factory, behind the lines of picketing workers, and guards on edge, one man walks the factory floor white gloved hands trailing along the metal surface of some rather loose railing. With so much focus out front it was surprisingly not too difficult to sneak in through the decrepit and rusted fire escape, though even in trying to get into the building itself the escape had just about collapsed under his weight.

As he walks along a simple catwalk, he pulls a colt 1911 from his leather jacket, flicking off the safety and loading in a new clip with a click. His heavy boots clacking against the metal beneath his feet. The pay for this little job was too good to pass up, a bit of a warning message to the big wigs in charge. Four bottles of napalm jangling inside his coat.

A bright white headlight bounced down the street from the protests and within a moment a figure in solid black arrived on a fancy black sport motorcycle. The engine on the bike revved loudly a few times before it was deactivated and the bike was parked behind an aging SUV. The rider, a female in all black leather-looking clothing, dismounted the bike and reached up to pull her riding helmet off, letting her red hair spill out from within the protective gear… she stared at the crowd while she put the helmet down on the bike's handgrip. "Quite the party." She mumbled to herself, though the words also went to those on the other side of her commlink that was in her ear.

Natasha's eyes scanned said party, she looked at all the faces, some of which looked back at her and she eyed the tall one… that Bastion… he was quite the sight to see. "Mmmhmm." She muttered again, perhaps replying to someone in her ear. Her gloved hands went into her jacket pockets and she started to stride toward the crowd.

Someone in the crowd the expected… a bottle was tossed at the CryGen security guard manning one of the spot-lights, the bottle slammed into the light and exploded into shards of glass that rained down onto the people at the front of the fence.

"This might be about to get ugly." Natasha said softly.

Bastion was distracted by the motorcycle for a moment. It was an odd contraption "Huh, I still wonder about those" he rumbles before saying "We see like 10 of them a day, how can you be curiouse about them?" in which he responds "How can you not?" Of course this brings a few confused looks at him, before you know, someone decides to smash a bottle into the spot lights! A few people quickly scatter afraid that something more will happen, other however seem about to join the fray. As for Bastion, well, he was looking directly at the broken Spot-light as if it was the most fashionating thing in the world.

Working quietly and efficiently castle drops each of the four bottles, which are caught on the catwalk by little fishhooks attached to the corks by a length of piano wire. It's just enough to hold each of them properly in place for the grand finally of the night. With his free hand he pulls out a small suppressor screwing it onto the end of his pistol.

Finally making his way to the metal office door overlooking the facility, and the crowd out front The Punisher holds his pistol level. Three quiet shots ring out impacting with the hinges of the rather cheaply assembled doorway. Not a moments pause before kicking it to the ground.

Naturally some of the people at the front of the pretest who get hit by glass from above blame it on the CryGen employee up there o nthe spotlight and so they start banging on the fence, pushing it in unison, testing its strengths and weaknesses…

"This is going to get out of hand." Natasha said, standing now right next to Imperium so that there were two people talking to each other… how fun! Natasha's green eyes looked up at him as he was considerably taller than her and she gave him a faint smile before she took note of some activity in front of her… a man pulling another bottle out of his messenger bag. Natasha stood up next to this man and placed her left hand on his shoulder, causing him to look at her… she just stared flatly back at him and reached out for the bottle. "May I?" She asked him, not breaking her eye contact. The man seemed like a deer caught in the headlights. He gave her the bottle then and she gave him back a smile, then turned and walked toward the side street and tossed the bottle down the sewer drain. "Send more support, NYPD has two blues assigned here and they're both sitting on the hood of their cars eating hotdogs." She was not yet aware of Frank's dastardly deeds as he was INSIDE of the facility…

"I know, isn't it great!" he says to Natasha, and yea, that was a legitamit smile their, and than it suddenly turns into a frown "Are you crazy? If this gets out of hand, it could be a full blown riote" and than his eyes light up "Oh, let stork the flames than!" ya, either he was crazy or something else was going on up in that head. Mabey MPD or something. And soon enough he was heading for the front of the crowd, despite not -actualy- pushing, with his strength, he may as well have been poking ants aside. But hey, at least it somewhat clears a path if Natasha wants to follow along!

Inside of the office is a man dressed in a rather simple white suit shirt, and black tie, his jacket left on the back of his chair. Along with him, a number of other men in suits who had been gathered together for some sort of meeting. Castle walking in slowly through the open doorway.

A few short moments later the PA system clicks to life. The voice of a rather terrified man coming out over the buildings speakers. "Uh-I t-th-this i-is H-hello I-it's me, dawkins" The voice stuttering stammering and sounding half scared to death, but . "I-uh if y-you could listen for a moment, I h-have a confession." A muttering of please don't kill me barely audible in the back of it. "W-we all have a-c-confession." Audible stalling as he speaks.

Natasha was continuing to talk to herself as she watched the big guy go ahead through the crowd and she dif follow after him. She walked up beside him at the gate where he stood and she looked up at him. "You're not planning on trying to push this over, are you, big fella?" She asked him, offering a half-cocked smirk after her own words. When the PA system came on, Natasha's eyes went inside the facility, looking through the gate she tried to find what part of the building this communication might be coming from. Many people in the crowd go quiet, though others were just shouter louder as if the person on the PA system could hear them!

Bastion himself was about to answer, but even he falls silent as the PA system came on. He could hear the frightened voice, and he seems conflicted as if he was both worried and jeolouse. But soon enough he was just concentrating, listening to what this Dawkins was going to say. Though he does say quietly to Natahsa "Well if that scared voice is any indicator, you might want me to push it over" he simply says. Waiting, straining to hear those next words

"The uh the recent string of" There's an audible click in the background and the man on the PA system speaks up a bit louder and quick blurting out. "I took the money I was supposed to be spending on safety equipment and used it to buy a new car allright, please don't kill me." The voice speaking loud and panicked. "I've been siphoning money from the company for the last twenty years, and when Danvers found out I pushed him over the railing." The voice then shouting "Just please don't kill me." Before the intercom goes completely silent.

Natasha listened to Bastion's response to her and she let her eyes roam around their immediate area. "If we push this gate down, the whole lot will be over-run by this crowd… it could get really ug—" When the voice started to say these words Natasha released a quiet curse word and then said. "Sorry!" Toward Bastion. A moment later the woman was scaling up his form and standing ontop of his shoulders. A second after that and she was leaping at the top of the fence and sending herself lunging over it! The spotlight came swinging over in her direction as she landed on the concrete inside the CryGen compound, a moment later a security alarm came on!

Looking up now, Natasha started to run toward the CryGen facility, quite the speed inside such a small redehead package!

Bastion blinks, not expecting to be a 'human' stepladder. But he wasn't angry as he calls out "Hey! Wait for me!" well, as much as he could bust through the gate, he decided to climb instead! He was soon up and over with ease! But this wasn't the time to stop he was running, following Natahsa, for a man so large he was no slowpoke himself!

"Your going to get me killed?" he says as he is running which is followed "Well, if I kill you I don't have to hear you complain" he exhales exsperated. But none the less things were about to heat up!

From the office walks The Punisher, gun in hand, the pure white of his gloves now tainted with a dark crimson. Making his way across the catwalk the low clank of his boots rings out through the factory. That first bottle falling down to the ground as he walks over it, careening down to the ground. His pace slow and deliberate as he cleans the gloves off with a small bit of tissue. Throwing it down towards the flame.

As the two run their way into the building, he looks back over his shoulder, that pistol down to his side. The musclebound man taking a slight pause in his stride, to stair daggers.

Natasha knew that that big fella was behind her following her, but she didn't consider him to be a threat… maybe even an asset if something was seriously going wrong inside this building. She just kept running… right up to one of those side doors on the corner edge of the CryGen labs where a 'Do Not Enter' sign was planted on its light blue metal surface…. The redhead kicked the door right where the metal handle was and it made a loud audible CRACK and flew right open… shw was pretty damn strong, it would seem.

In one smooth motion, Natasha drew her side arm out from seemingly no-where on her black leather jacket and she had it aimed down-sights as she looked around inside the factory… it took her only a moment before she spotted the figure up on the catwalks. "Freeze!" She shouted loudly, her little form emitting quite a booming voice.

Bastion comes up short behind Natasha - Firstly because she said freeze, and secondly, if he kept going he would have ran her over! None the less he follows where Natasha was looking, only to find The Punisher stareing daggers. He glares right back with an unnatural fury in his eyes, and yet he also had that playful smile as if this was going to be good. His eyes went from fish hook to fish hook noteing the bottles, and noting how the third hook had no bottles on it, but fire below it "You know, freezing may not be a bad idea considering that fire" he says with wonder.

Now back to Frank! Bastion cants his head eyeing the man and calls out "Hello!" And well…. that's it. He ain't no officer, as it stands he trespassing anyways, so why not be friendly about it?
The plainly dressed man holds his hands up in the air in plain view. His face still looking down towards the other two, the expression cold, and hard as granite, covered in its own fair share of small nicks and scars from his little crusade. "Sure." Just a single word, as another one of the bottles pulls loose from its hook, falling down onto a work station bellow, napalm splattering all across the factory floor, and engulfing the desk, flames bathing the floor in an orange glow. "Like he said, might be a bit difficult to stay that way with the fire."

Natasha had caught onto the napalm drop bombs that had been setup to seemingly take this whole factory down… she knew what this factory was… primarily, it was dealing in Cryogenic research. There were some seriously hazard materials kept in these factories… Nat looked over at Bastion. "I need you to make sure nobody comes in here! This place is a bomb on a lit match!" She shouted at the big guy as she ran over to a cable and grabbed hold of it, a moment later a knife shot out of her jacket sleeve and the cable snapped!

The sound of metal pulling on metal could be heard as the redhead woman was sent flying up into the air on the endge of the table while a row of work lights crashed down into the fire… followed by a side twirling twist and Natasha was up on the catwalks as well, gun drawn right toward the Punisher. "Frank Castle!" She shouted at him. "I am Natasha Romanoff, Shield Agent!" She announced herself to him. "I'm only going to ask one time… surrender and turn yourself over to me!" She knew this was one of the most dangerous men on the loose in New York.

Bastion peeks outside "…..Oh boy" and boom he closes the door behind him and holds on. Yea, that angry mob outside, was now even ANGRIER. "Well, she did say this would get ugly" he rolls his eyes "Don't mention it" and with that he braces the door as the screaming and shouting of the angry mob was being heard, and the sound of more bottles breaking. Let not forget backup was called for so the sirens too, this was adding up fast
"Frank Castle's dead, died with his family in that park summer of last year." A pause, as remains frozen in place like a statue keeping a close eye on Natasha, working through the battle-plan in his head. Another bottle falls to the ground, the fire quickly spreading, aided by the sprinkler system, as it turns on. The Water serving not to put the fire out but to send it higher. Castle kneeling down to place that gun back onto the ground, bending at the knees. "I'm The Punisher."

The sounds of a mass angry mob growing as people begin throwing things through the windows of the building in sheer anger at the statements made by the man still inside that office behind the two on the catwalk. From anger to riots in short order as people begin to flip over cars trying to force their way towards the building, shouting and screaming for justice. Then a gunshot goes off, outside.

Well this was quite the hellscape that Natasha found herself inside of this evening, with fire beneath her on the catwalks, an angry mob outside and no sound of NYC Emergency Services as of yet… Natasha just stared down the sights of her black handgun as she kept it leveled on Frank who was at the other end of the catwalk. "It doesn't have to go like this, Frank." She said at him, having heard his little speech but not seemingly taking him up on the idea that he was 'dead'. "Don't pretend like you're the only person in this world who's lost loved ones! You're a hell of a soldier… you'd fit in well with Shield! Doing real world, real work toward stopping criminals!" Natasha's green eyes looked over at that board room that Castle had apparently raided and done god knows what to the people inside it, people she had to get out of the building now. Her eyes flickered back to him then. "Come with me and we can find a place for you!" She offered him this ultimatum.

Down near the door that Bastion was standing beside was a fire alarm handle hidden behind a small pane of glass, it said in red letters that it was connected to the New York Public Safety System… it might be wise for the big guy to smash that little window and pull that lever down.

Well it dosn't take long for Bastion to notice that emergency box. He smashes it open and pulls on the lever quickly to activate the safty systems. Please let that get rid of Napalm! None the less he looks to the fire and knows full well, if he lets the doors open now, that fire is going to get hotter, stronger and spread even faster "You know, while you two are having a romance up their, their a raging infernal developing, let speed this up, shall we." he laughs his voice revering through the room, even with the angry crowd. Dents appear in the door as the mob crashes agaist it trying to gain access to the inside. Hell one can swear a car was rammed agaist that door, but somehow Bastion is holding that door clothes even as more bottles come through the window and more gun shots go off "Ummm, you want me to get out their, pretty sure I can get them to… do something else"
Frank looks right back across that long catwalk. The room behind him a complete mess, a single hand laying visible from this distance open near the doorway, the actual door still laying off its hinges. "We're fighting two different wars here Romanoff, and no one else is going to fight mine for me." There's a pause from Frank, just for a moment, that next bottle falling down and adding to the fires bellow now engulfing the cryogenics lab. "Man's got a good point. You've got five minutes max to get them out of here before the powder keg goes boom," The gun almost touching the ground before he fires off two shots, one into each of the metal supports holding up the catwalk, causing it to partially collapse.

Bastion got that alarm pulled and that definitely got the word out that there was a chemical fire going on at this factory located in a RESIDENTIAL section of Harlem… it was't long before sirens could be heard…

When Frank damaged the catwalk, it sagged and it cassed Agent Romanoff to lose her foot and get 'shoulder checked' by a metal railing that sent her nearly falling completely off of the now-twisted catwalking… She was forced to drop her gun to grab the railing, which left her sidearm tumbling down into the fire below. Natasha struggled to crawl herself up onto the side of the section of catwalk that he'd disabled and she glared over at him. "You're going to kill someone else's loved ones, just like you lost yours!" She shouted at him, knowing full well he was about to be back out on the MIA list… Natasha started to run on the edge of the catwalk, her goal to get to those people who needed to be escorted out, not to go after Frank, alas.

Time was running out, there was only one thing left to do….Bastion looked over his shoulder "Brace yourselves!" and with that he opened the doors, which let air flow in and caused the fire to roar to greater heights! The mob that was outside, about to charge inside, quickly turned tail as the burning flames and smoking air became far more apparent when it was affecting their breathing. People scattered and fled and Bastion called out for any and all inside "Come on people, move some arse or I'll move it for you!"
Indeed there was -some- people left inside but they were making their ways all, in some cases Bastion litterly throw them out not seeming to call about the fire. He was no proffesional, and time was of the essense, and suddenly he saying "You know, I hear pee is a great way to put this kind of fire out. Or was that greek fire?" and he litterly pauses to think about it, even as thing were collapsing even more from the heat

There's a small moments pause, where Frank looks across the gout of fire suddenly roaring up between the two of them, standing straight up. His fist clenches for just a moment, before he turns and makes a move for his exit. Carrying himself quickly as he makes a dive through the flames and through a blasted open window. It's not exactly the smartest of choices but it does get him out of there fast. Thankfully the napalm doesn't stick.

Natasha made it across the catwalk to where the conference room entrance was just as she saw Frank make his exit and Bastion set the place up more by opening the doors, he must've had his reasons but it wasn't apparent to her just now. She darted into the conference room and found… two dead… GSW's to the head, execution style…. three others were tied up their conference chairs. "Jesus." She muttered as she went about untieing the well-dressed businessmen.. She went to the large windows and looked outside of them. "We can go out this way!" She shouted to the three men who were shouting now about the fire and 'they were all going to die!'

Natasha just wwlked to the table, picked up one of the big office chairs and threw it right through the window, smashing the glass. "Out! Now!" She ordered the men who stumbled toward the window and started to crawl through it one after the other.

Bastion look around, seem everyone was out. Frank was gone and even in the roaring flames he could hear Natasha ordering anyone who was alive to basicly stay alive. In short, no reason to stay inside, cept to watch the world burn!!!!!! Muahahahahahaha (and yes he did actualy laugh as he watches the factory!). None the less he puts his hands in his pockets, and whistles a merry tune as he walks right on out, not too worried about a chemical plant or what not exploding. Firefighter were already trying to put out flames. People in the afore mentioned riote were being treated by Medics and some, were being arrested by the cops. All were a safe distance from the building.

Of course with Bastion just walking out whistling a merry tune, as if nothing bad was happening, it didn't take long for the cops to get their guns out on him and yell "Freeze". Well he freezes and just looks at them a moment "Huh, you know, I really don't get the point of freeze. Why not stop, it's shorter, or mabey HURRRRAAAAHHH!!!" they stare at him as he says to himself "Theri going to think I am craz now, thanks" followed by "Well it's not like I'm talking to myself" yea……

Epilogue: —- Bastion arrested for arsen at a chemical factory and senteinced to life in prison without parole!

JUST KIDDING! LOLOLOLOLOLOL. he's probably fine.

- The End -

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