i am revision, the failsafe

Firebrand grinned when Retsu asked how they'd be going about the heist, then tapped the backs of his fingers against the map. "Simple, we're going to commandeer the vessel."

Loli-pop Danger Girl crunched her trademark loli-pop as frustration flared up. "Yeah, but how."

"Also easy," Firebrand reiterated by tapping the map again. "A ship like this typically has some twenty or more people as part of the crew. Since it's just sitting out in the bay doing nothing, there's only half a dozen around. Best part is none of them are there and happy to be there. They won't put up a fight, and when we take them hostage they'll be plenty willing to make the ship move to where we need it to go, so long as they get to go home later."

"So, we dun get ta beat up anyone?" Gorrillo lamented.

"If they don't comply, yeah, you get to beat them up."

The answer seemed to suffice for the big man and he remained calm. Loli-pop, however, didn't seem to pleased with the plan. She clearly believed a toddler could have come up with the plan, but taking hostages was simple.

"You expectin' us to swim out there?" She demanded.

"No, no, no. Of course not! I have a boat outside that we can use to get there under the cover of night!" Firebrand made a flourish with his hands towards the end of his statement. He was clearly taken in by the theatrics of the impending situation.

"To make things even easier..." he hushed his voice and leaned in over the table a bit while sliding a photo out onto the table. It showed a pink teddybear sitting atop a little cloud "If we can find crates or containers marked with this symbol, they have illegal weapons and equipment in them, and I am told if one or two went missing, or happened to be used in the course of the operation, no one would mind. So let's consider that a bonus for us."

Loli-pop seemed pleased with that bit of information. A bonus was good. Weapons were good. It'd make it easier, safer. Gorrillo was just happy to see the picture and tried to take it from Firebrand, but he snatched it back before it could disappear.

"If no one has anymore questions, I say we get a move on."

Firebrand had taken the liberty of securing an inflatable raft suitable to seat them all, but far from comfortably. It was also powered by a small motor. It'd be enough to get them to the ship, but it'd be slow and bumpy at best. 

At least the payout would be good.

i am revision, the failsafe

Rebel wracked her brain for answers. The box was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't in the truck, it wasn't just invisible, and it certainly wasn't with the new person - hero? - that had showed up, either. Where else could it be? 

There was only one other place she needed to check, and that was the armored vehicle, so she rushed off to see if it somehow ended up back where it was before. It didn't make sense, but one could never be too careful.

She knew she had to be quick, too. Metalhead was taking longer than she'd like and from a quick glance it wasn't going to be over quick, perhaps not even in her favor. Rebel cursed and hopped into the back of the armored truck to look for the box before it was too late.

Iceman wasn't doing much better than Metalhead, either. His attack had been turned back against him, something he'd never experienced before. It had been quite terrifying to say the least and his panic was growing.

"R-Rebel! What do I do!?" 

But there was no reply.

He bit at his fingernails and stared down Revision who began slowly making her way towards him. There wasn't really anything else to do. He knelt down and placed his hands to the pavement. Ice radiated outward, then burst up into a massive ice formation intent on skewering the newcomer but the moment it reached her it vanished like it never existed in the first place.

"What..."

Iceman didn't have it in him to continue. He could tell he was outclassed. He got to his feet and did the only sane thing that came to mind. He ran. He ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Rebel and Metalhead could deal with that monster. 

He ran as fast as he could, but suddenly he was face-to-face with the strange masked woman again. "Huh?"

She rammed a fist into his abdomen and he could only speculate at the damage before his mind went blank from shock. Iceman coughed up blood and doubled over, rendered rather unfit to continue.

Revision looked down at him and then over at the two fighting on the other side of the armored truck. A hero was already on site. This was not ideal. She raised her phone and sent a quick text message.

Send recovery. Problem will be resolved.

And so Revision would solve the problem. Rebel hopped out of the back of the truck with the box in her hands and saw that Iceman had been defeated.

"Give me the box," Revision demanded.

"Hah, no!" Rebel shouted back, but seeing Iceman down was not promising, so she did the next best thing she could. 

Rebel placed a hand to the pavement like Iceman did and the entire overpass began to melt and give way. The trucks began sinking, Iceman's fallen body became entirely submerged, and it looked like Revision was going to be going down with it, leaving Rebel and her get away vehicle safe to escape.

Revision sighed and reached into her coat with one hand and pulled out a handgun while she sunk like it was a tarpit. "You brought this upon yourself."

Revision reset the pavement back to how it was and Rebel back into a standing position. Like Iceman, it caught her off guard, and the bullet slammed into her chest a moment later and rocked her off her feet. It wasn't an imminently lethal shot, but it would put her out of commission for a moment.

With Rebel down, Revision restored her bullet back to her handgun and re-holstered it, leaving no evidence of the new crime. 

With that taken care of, it left just the hero and Metalhead, but they could keep each other occupied, or so Revision figured - but it was unlikely the morale of the metal man would hold up after his friends fell in battle. It might be enough of an advantage for Leonid to push for a clean win.

Revision knelt down and plucked the box from Rebel's hands she she cursed and winced in pain. 

"You had your chance," Revision reminded her, then hit her with a taser before restoring her wounds so she didn't bleed out then and there. 

With the box recovered, it was time to leave. Anything else could be left to the police - but the contents of that box were not something that her employers wanted in the hands of anyone else.

i am revision, the failsafe

Leonid's presence is a surprise to the trio. They had expected resistance from the guards which had been dealt with according to the plan, and they had anticipated potential interference from heroes, too. However, nothing so quick. It could certainly throw a wrench into their plans, but Rebel seemed confident enough despite that.

"Wh- But it's already ringing?!" Iceman lamented when Leonid informed them it'd be a waste of time.

Rebel stared Leonid down from the back of the truck and then snapped at her frigid companion. "Just find out what we need to know. Metalhead, you take care of furball."

The bulky metal man processed the order for a good three seconds and then smiled. "Aw'right, can do that, boss."

Rebel turned back to the contents of the truck and rummaged about while Metalhead lumbered towards Leonid. "Gonna get some ice cream after I'm done with ya."

He smashed his fists together to create a loud metallic clank and then bullrushed Leonid. While not the fastest around, the big metal guy proved rather speedy despite his bulk.

Metalhead let out a fierce warcry and went in for the tackle.

Iceman nervously paced back and forth outside the truck, muttering to someone on the phone, but eventually rushed to the back of the truck. "He says it's a small box with a fancy lock on it. Big enough to fit a bunch of paper into."

Rebel looked around a bit and found a suspicious-looking box in short order and pulled it out. "I think I found it. Uh... what's this symbol?"

"He says it's marked with uhm... a biohazard symbol!"

"What!?" Rebel practically dropped the box. "We aren't getting paid enough for that. Ugh! Whatever, I have it. Let's go before I sprout another arm or something."

She hopped out of the armored truck and tucked the box under one arm. With that secured, she began jogging towards their get-away truck. "Time to go!"

It was the signal for Metalhead to rejoin them, but he was likely tied up fighting the veteran hero to keep him at bay. He wanted to go, and it provided ample distraction as his brain processed what he should do.

Rebel opened the door to the truck and was about to get inside when the box suddenly vanished from her arm. It took a moment for her to register what had happened, but it clicked quickly enough.

"What the f-?"

"That doesn't belong to you, I'm afraid."

Rebel and Iceman turned to face another individual. A young woman with a rather lazy and slouched posture, unremarkable in pretty much every way, slowly approached them.

"I suggest you leave, rather than continue with this course of action," Revision stated in a firm tone. "This is not a battle you wish to fight."

"Aggghh!" Rebel was about ready to rip her own hair out in frustration. "Ice! J-just ice her or something, I don't know, do whatever it is you do!"

Revision tipped her head slightly as Iceman held his hands out and unleashed a storm of icy projectiles in her direction.

"Unwise..."

As the ice arrived at her position, the immediately reversed and fired back towards Iceman, many bursting apart in splinters and shards as they impacted other projectiles still on their way, but he was promptly forced to evade his own ice while Rebel began searching for the box - unfortunately, she had no idea where it went...

i am revision, the failsafe

Routine deliveries. One after another. That was the job. 

Pick up the stuff, secure it in the truck, and take it to wherever it needed to go. Don't think about it. Don't ask questions. Don't look at the people, don't peek in the boxes, bags, or envelopes, and most certainly, forget anything and everything about what you do and see.

Nothing too special. Good pay, good benefits, generally quite easy.

But life doesn't care about making things nice and easy. It doesn't care at all. The single driver of the armored delivery truck, some five years into the gig, never had a problem. It had been boring, quiet, and peaceful. That all ended in the blink of an eye as a massive block of ice suddenly jutted up from the pavement on the overpass and smashed the engine block right back into the cab. The airbags never even had a chance to deploy, not that it'd have done any good. 

It had been over so quickly.

As traffic stalled and attempted to re-route, and those good samaritans that happened to be around called for first responders, the ice crept up and over the burning and smoking husk of the truck and snuffed out the fire, but the black smoke still billowed out.

Another truck pulled up behind it and two individuals hopped out, while a third moved to join them from near the ice.

"Sucks to be them," A woman with bright red hair, a plethora of tattoos, and an outright bad attitude commented. 

Rebel. She's a lowlife villain with a penchant for violence, bloodshed, and grand larceny. There's nothing more she likes than pain, except perhaps money. With her quirk that melts substances she comes into contact with she had broken into more than one strongbox or bank in her time, and was unlikely to quit unless forced.

"It was a quick stop, wasn't it?" Iceman, one of her partners replied. "My timing is getting better."

The blue-skinned man laughed, expelling foggy breath as the cold air mixed with the heat of summer. His quirk is no secret. He creates ice from the tips of his fingers and can use it to cover the surface of anything he touches - and more. 

As those two bantered, the third member of their crew, an absolute hulk of a man who had to sit in the bed of the truck rather than inside, made his way to the back of the armored truck and took hold of the handles. Metalhead, whose quirk converts his entire mass into metal, adjusted his body to steel and ripped the doors open with a grunt.

He was greeted by gunshots which merely ricocheted off of his skin. One of the two guards inside had managed to draw a sidearm and attempted to fend him off, but it didn't help. Metalhead closed his hand around the guard's head and yanked him from the truck, and then tossed the guard like a ragdoll up and over the edge of the overpass.

"How's the haul?" Rebel asked as she tapped an electric baton against her shoulder.

"I'on't know, boss," Metalhead rumbled. "I'on't see no cash."

"What?!" Rebel shouted. "Get out of my way, there has to be something! Why have a truck if there is nothing valuable?"

Rebel pushed past Metalhead and slunk inside while her large friend pulled the remaining guard out and flung them back into the street in a heap. She didn't find anything obvious, at least not that she could use. 

"Ice - call the contact. Find out why this was valuable and we need to take. This just has a lot of useless junk in it!"

Time would be limited. Authorities would eventually show up. If they wanted to make it out of there with the goods, they needed to know what to take. The only problem that remained for them was that they didn't know just how much trouble they were going to be in.

Stealing from Mhairi Global was not a wise decision, because when their assets - or profit - was negatively impacted, they sent in the Failsafe, and their track record for problem solving remained pristine.

i am revision, the failsafe

It was, in fact, the one and only.

Revision was waiting outside underneath an awning. To a casual observer, she seemed to be drawn up in reading a newspaper, but someone more observant would see she had an eye on a building down the street. Chuck's appearance on site, though, drew her away from that and she folded the newspaper up.

"Thank you for joining me," Revision replied as she turned towards the door and slipped inside ahead of him. 

The join isn't something so fancy that it eschewed the seat yourself approach to hosting, so Revision found a seat near a window. Coincidentally or otherwise, it maintained a view down the street to the building she had been watching earlier.

"If you're planning to order something, make it quick. Appetizer or something that won't take long," Revision picked up a menu and gave it a quick once-over. "We have work to do tonight."

She set the menu aside and waited for a server to come along, but in the meantime, gave Chuck a critical look. It'd be the first actual mission she took him on, and she hoped that he would be up to the task. It wouldn't be tremendously difficult, and certainly not dangerous for either of them, but it would require some coordination that the Chuck she initially met might not have possessed.

i am revision, the failsafe

Many people think that the life of a villain is hiding in holes, creeping in the dark, and causing trouble. While they aren't wrong, there's a lot more to it than just that. Villains are still human (usually) and do human things, like go shopping for food so that they may survive to cause trouble and lurk in the shadows later on. 

Calling Kamiya Nadeshiko a villain might be a bit of a stretch, though. Sure, she is no hero. She is no vigilante, either. But she's not necessarily out to cause trouble. She doesn't ascribe to any particular philosophy, nor does she choose sides between heroes and villains. She's equally likely to work with either or face off against them. She merely follows the orders of her corporate masters.

She had recently finished a shift as a member of Black Rose Security Solutions and was awaiting a new assignment. In the meantime, she had decided to go out and run some errands, including grabbing a bite to eat. 

Though she had left most of her equipment behind, she still wore her Black Rose uniform, a tailor-fit set up that didn't necessary look civilian, but because of its partly see-through nature didn't have the corporate black ops look, either. 

Nadeshiko cut through a park and made her way towards a nearby sushi joint, a place she had eaten at once or twice. Even though the day had been quite normal, she had no idea that things were about to get out of hand.

And a few others didn't have any idea what it would mean to get tangled up with someone like Revision...