i am revision, the failsafe

"Terms?" Revision asked as she looked the scruffy, one-eyed woman over. "I believe this was a bit of a misunderstanding."

"Someone sent you here to steal some things that didn't belong to them," She gestured towards the woman lying unconscious on the floor. "I suspect at least one of you knows who they are, or has some way of contacting them. So, I am going to find out who."

Revision slowly circled around Retsu so she could wander towards the center of the bridge. "They are the one that I am after, because they clearly have information they shouldn't. You lot, on the other hand, are just unfortunate stooges sent in their place."

"So, as long as everything is where it should be, nothing is missing, and anything that is missing is returned to where it belongs, I think we can put this behind us without any further complications," Revision turned back to Retsu and smiled.

"You, however, proved rather resourceful tonight. Would you be interested in considering a job more worthy of your time? It would certainly be better than vying for scraps in the underworld."

i am revision, the failsafe

As Retsu made her way down the stairs, LDG ducked into an "alleyway" between some of the shipping containers and then peeked back out, waving towards Retsu to signal she should join her and take cover. Fortunately, the smoke grenade would provide some cover for their escape, but they would undoubtedly need to cross back over to the other side, and getting through the maze of containers might not be easy.

"What the hell is that up there?!" LDG squawked. "That can't be normal..."

Yeah, yeah, getting to the boat was all well-and-good, but LDG was clearly not thinking properly. She was focused on just surviving, not necessarily escaping. Retsu at least had the right thoughts.

"The boat? R-right... the boat." LDG nervously slapped some more gum into her mouth and rapidly chewed it. 

"I think it's this way," LDG replied and turned towards the opposite end of the ship. She scurried along the edge of the container and then peered around the corner, looking left and right like she was crossing the street. "Yeah, this is -"

And then she just vanished without a word. Gone, as if she had never been there. Gone, as if she had been erased from existence.

Retsu was alone...

The helicopter circled above, fires raged on the opposite end of the ship from the explosives that went off earlier, and the ship itself creaked and groaned as the waves rocked the aging craft. 

For several minutes, Retsu was able to move about on her own, seeking safety, a route to escape, and then without warning, she was back on the bridge, face-to-face with Revision.

LDG was lying nearby, handcuffed and apparently unconscious, likely thanks to the stun baton the woman carried. 

"Welcome back," Revision greeted her in a coy tone. "It's time for a chat..."

i am revision, the failsafe

Revision raised a brow at Sonya. Dark beauty? Off duty? Was she trying to flirt? It threw her for a bit of a loop. Flirting certainly wasn't something she was used to while on the job - well, at least her primary job for Blackrose.

"Your behavior should be fine either way, as long as you're near me, you will be safe no matter how much attention you draw," Revision admitted, completely missing the point.

Tapping Revision's chin was a bold move. Not many people could touch the dangerous mercenary, but Sonya had a pass for tonight. However, she watched Kaeda leave before returning her attention to Sonya.

"Don't worry. I will keep you safe for now. None of them will be a threat."

Very confident. Very sure of herself. 

Sonya's comment about showing no mercy caused her to chuckle faintly. "I will keep that in mind if something does happen, however, even if someone has issued a threat, in my experience, it usually turns out to be nothing."

Revision followed along behind Sonya, briefly fiddling with the placement of dress components so that no accidents occurred en route. She did let out a sigh. It'd be a long night keeping track of the dress, if it could even be called a dress at this point.

"They usually do," she agreed while unnecessarily adjusting the narrow bands of loosely fitting cloth that concealed her chest. "Vultures is a good way to put it."

i am revision, the failsafe

Revision had doubts about the dress she wore. It was certainly minimalist in the coverage it offered, and she had doubts that she could actually stay in it if she tried to move at a pace faster than a shuffle, but it would get the job done. 

However, when Sonya returned from the adjoining room all a-sparkle, Revision realized that her dress was positively prudish by comparison. For the briefest moment, Revision wondered just what sort of gala they would be going to that Sonya would be relying upon little more than some glitter and confidence, but Kaede pulled out an actual dress and began fixing it to her employer.

That did make more sense, but was Sonya trying to achieve something by just wandering around naked in front of her? Perhaps it was to help Revision feel more secure in the dress she wore? If that were the case, she had to admit it was not the most effective tactic, but appreciated nonetheless.

"I admit, I was a bit surprised at first," Revision stated plainly. "But you look quite nice. I doubt anyone will be able to notice me with you around."

A dress like Revision's would normally draw the eyes of many onlookers, especially on someone with her figure and general attractive appearance, but standing next to the disco ball that is Sonya, even that would get overshadowed. 

"You certainly have a way with fashion," Revision added like she had any idea what she was talking about.

i am revision, the failsafe

As LDG and Retsu scramble into the bridge, tensions threatened to boil over. Certainly, the situation had gone pear-shaped. What had been a fairly simple operation had turned into something potentially very dangerous. Though the others were unaware of it, and maybe even the specifics eluded Retsu, but the fact that the bombs had gone off would imply Gorrillo wasn't going to be joining them anytime soon.

"You don't say!?" LDG mumbled. "Why are you here? Where the hell is Gorrillo? And why do you have that guy?"

She gestured angrily at the random hostage guy that Retsu had grabbed, who looked about ready to turn into a ghost at any moment, and then squared up to Retsu. "Seriously, what did you do?"

Firebrand managed to scurry over and intercede as best as he could. "Now, now... let's not fight among ourselves! Yes, there seems to be some completely unforeseen circumstances, but nothing that we can't handle. After all, that is why you and Gorrillo are along," he nodded to Retsu to indicate she was one of the two muscle hired for the job, and then saw her arming the trap. "and I suspect he won't be coming..."

"Yeah? Well, that plan of yours sucked!" LDG shouted and kicked at some debris littered around the bridge. "And now we're going to be stuck in here, yeah? What does your big brain say we do next?"

Firebrand swallowed nervously and moved towards the windows to look out at the helicopter flying around. "I'd say we try to negotiate... bu-"

The glass shattered and Firebrand's head snapped backwards as a sniper from the helicopter took a shot at him. He toppled backwards and sprawled out on the floor.

Outside, back on the bow of the ship, Revision lowered her binoculars. "Target is down."

"Can you see the others?" the sniper asked.

"No, they must be too far inside."

"Should I chase them out?"

"There's no guarantee it will work. Just circle around and I'll let you know," Revision pocketed the binoculars for the time-being and set off towards the bridge. 

Thanks to the big man earlier, she had already excluded every explosive she could think of, and some other things just to be safe, so her quirk was already active by the time she flipped the first claymore.

The explosion raged, but as it surged towards Revision, it blasted backwards as her quirk forced it away from her. She clicked her tongue and rushed ahead. This would get tiring really quickly...

Back on the bridge, LDG had taken cover behind the lower portion of the wall where the sniper couldn't see them. "Great, now we're really fucked!"

She did get a little daring and peeked up over the edge as the explosions went off outside. "What did you do out there?"

And then she spotted someone coming up the stairs to the bridge and began unwrapping a bunch of bubblegum. "We have company. One woman, on the stairs."

i am revision, the failsafe

Knee deep and stuck on a ship in the middle of Tokyo Bay, with the only prospect of escape being the little inflatable they used to arrive in the first place. It looked a bit grim, but that was only if whoever would be joining them posed any sort of threat. But, what were the chances of that?

Killing the sailors had not been part of the plan, but plans change all the time. Perhaps she could have consulted with Firebrand about the plan, if she cared to, or if she could have figured out the two-way radio, which definitely worked, but may have proven too complicated in a moment of high anxiety and stress.

Either way, things had been set into motion, and they had mere minutes before that helicopter managed to get into range.

Gorrillo seemed equally confused, especially after Retsu executed the sailor. "Wasn't we sposed ta keep them alive?"

He looked up at the sky as Retsu explained they'd have more to fight, or at least deal with in some capacity and smashed his immense fists together. "Ah can fight anyone, ev'n ah heli-hel... thing." 

Perhaps giving Gorrillo the trigger to the explosives wasn't the right idea. Would he know what to do with it? Would he actually use it? Would he know to not be in the way if he did use it? Hard to say...

As Retsu took the last hostage and wandered off the helicopter swooped in, buffeting the area with a gust of wind as it came to a rather quick and sudden halt and hovered just above the deck. Gorrillo sort of paced back and forth, waiting for his chance to do his job and smash anything or anyone that had the stones to come out and face such a hulking man as himself.

So, while Retsu made her escape, leaving her 'comrade' to whatever fate had in store for him, the ramp at the rear of the helicopter opened a single woman walked down and hopped from it and landed on the deck below.

Gorrillo, now well within his ability to engage, rushed forward to do what he had to. He let out a bellow as he charged the woman, but Revision just gave him a quick look over and adjusted the parameters of her quirk. His impressive fist, easily able to crush most humans in a single swipe, lashed out at the woman, and then practically exploded as it came within a few hand spans of her.

He roared in agony and stumbled back a pace after having half of the components in his arm reversed while the rest continued forward, forcing him to tear his own limb apart as he attempted to strike her. He was strong, very strong, and that strength was more than his body could handle when it was turned against him in such a strange manner.

Revision stepped forward as Gorrillo stumbled backwards and drove her fist into his torso. Once, twice, thrice. Each strike would have been negligible to a mass of muscle like him, but when the body's innate defense against impact, tensing up and constricting muscles to create a harder, strong protective layer, turned against itself and rippled back into his core, amplifying the power of Revision's strikes.

He coughed and sputtered as he was blasted backwards to land on his back and slide another meter or so. 

It had been a devastating blow, one that he likely wouldn't recover from without medical care, but he was still conscious enough to lift the detonator and laugh.

Revision merely clicked her tongue in annoyance as the bombs went off. The explosion roared across the deck, forcing the helicopter to retreat somewhat, but before they reached the pinnacle of their explosive radius, Revision reset the area, returning the bombs to their undetonated state, which included Gorrillo himself, who didn't have time to figure out what just happened before shock rendered him unconscious.

Revision dusted herself off. "How annoying. But there is at least one more..."

Elsewhere, as Retsu made her escape towards the bridge, she would run into Loli-pop on her way back up from beneath deck. "Oi, where are you g-"

She was cut off by the explosions at the front. "What the hell is going on?"

i am revision, the failsafe

There was a moment of silence after Retsu's declaration of intent and warning to whomever was on the other side of the radio, but the silence was broken shortly after with a simple reply.

"I will arrive momentarily."

It was a woman's voice, and she didn't sound pleased.

"Who'zat?" Gorrillo inquired as he lumbered over towards Retsu. "What we do now, huh?"

Aside from the looming threat of some third party interfering with their operation, it was going rather well so far. Capturing the ship had been quick and easy, and they had already located the weapon cache, so now it was merely a matter of getting away with it.

"Hope you two are having fun out there," Firebrand's voice rose from a different radio than the one Retsu had used, and was clearly on a different operating channel. "We've secured the bridge and crew up here, and I can see you've got things handled down there."

If they looked, they could see Firebrand waving from the control tower.

"Loli-pop is taking some of the crew to engineering to get this tub started up and then we'll be on our merry way. No need to dally, right?" He laughed a bit and then the radio went silent as he went about his job.

Unfortunately for Firebrand and Loli-pop, only Retsu knew what was going on at this point. No one else knew that the helicopter flying in their direction from out to sea was actually intended for them and not somewhere else in Tokyo.

No one else knew that they had trouble incoming quickly, nor how dangerous things were about to get...