S.H.I.E.L.D. Los Angeles

Episode Four

The morning briefing has two overnight items
: Club Pandemonium foiled a firebombing handily (fifth attack this year), presenting the perps and video of the event to the LAPD/
: The Getty Villa museum (Pacific Palisades) was robbed by metahumans who took the Chimera of Arezzo and the Lansdowne Herakles. Power was cut and all but one camera disabled by unknown means. Teleporter involved might be Illyana Rasputin, 17, missing for three years, though IR did not have horns.

Our Agents set off to investigate. On the way they get a report of a crisis at Marina del Rey — 10 minutes away. Metahumans are killing people on a yacht.
Our Agents, with some help from Storm and Stark, capture and Cure Sabertooth, Brainchild and Blockbuster with minimal (three yachts) collateral damage. There are a lot of cameras.

At the Getty Villa museum they discover that some cameras installed by a metahuman museum employee, a tinkerer, functioned when the normal ones did not. There were occult markings left on site. SHIELD files are not much help with the whole magic vs powers thing. They call Gina Nixon and ask about the brujo who altered her skin and hair coloring. The crap salon he’d been working at had burned down recently. She did have his name and the address of his former salon, Ricardo.

Ricardo Obregon had very good fake papers, a business license, no arrests, paid his taxes on time and in full, no moving violations, three sons (Ferraro, Maserato and Lamborguino, 18-23, the eldest married), a house. They went to his house and found it under observation by one sniper rifle-armed fellow hidden, army ranger style, in a stand of trees and four crows. White KO’d the man and the crows got lasered. The Obregon family, including Maserato’s girlfriend, were packed and ready to go, knew about the watchers and had some kind of communication with Ricardo. The boys are brujos, the ladies a Wiccan and a Louisana voodoo. Ricardo was initially snatched by Maras and made to alter appearances to order. Los Lobos, an anti-Mara gang led by a wolfman former Army Ranger, got wind of it and snatched him for themselves, burning down half the strip mall in the process. Lobos are maybe not as bad as the Maras. The Obregon family knows exactly where Ricardo is being held.

Our Agents snatch Ricardo out using a jury-rigged Teleport gadget. They arrange to have the Getty opened for them and other Obregons meet Our Heroes there around midnight. [Using much the same mechanics as Talon’s Jury Rigging] the six occultists 1) examine psychic residue of the teleportation, 2) block anyone else’s psychic senses of the area where the thieves teleported in, 3) make the site temporarily Immune to that teleporter’s power, 4) try for a Postcognition of the event. Everything but 4 goes to plan: Illyana Rasputin feels something and looks around for them in real-time — but can’t see shit due to 2, and can’t teleport there until 3 goes away. Obregon says he’s sure that Illyana is a minion of El Rey de los Diablos who is said to live under LA (among other places), mentally enslave people and super-people, notably at least one other teleporter and a superstrong giant with a tail, and that the Devil King is major bad news: he and his are bugging out. Now. Teleport block should last an hour or so. Gives them a burner phone with a contact number and they go.

Our Agents watch from a considerable distance away and see Illyana R, a big purple, tailed guy and some grunts pop up. The brujos had cleaned the area thoroughly so IR and company found jack. Purple Guy busted up a wall and was seemingly chewed out for it by IR.

Back to base or, in Talon’s case, the Skunk Works. Our Agents reported to Hill, Hill told the Department of Mutant Affairs and they told Peter Rasputin, aka Colossus, who is dropping everything and driving down from San Francisco.

[Meanwhile, at the Skunk Works, the ET artificial gravity team, including Viera, plus Dr. Henry McCoy and Tony Stark cooked up a group-trance Weird Science breakthrough. Two of the three team researchers Activated as capital-I Inventors. It was hard to get Stark to break away and go to the Marina.]

Episode Three

craptastic and way late

Agents Mgwanze, Copeland and Dukes pick up Talon and White and go to the helicarrier.

Acting Director Hill decides to use Episode Two’s events as an excuse to eliminate the leadership of the Juarez Cartel. Most of the India Acid Victim Tour (Copycat, Dark Star, Mindee Grace, feminist revenge squad) pops over to help out the Avengers (Rogers, Barton, Romanov, Guthrie, Manh, Pryde, Dukes, Marko). Mindee hooks her sisters in and other X-ies join the mission after watching the girl skinning video. Agent Rogers plans the op. Our Agents, plus Dukes and Sinclair, and Joaquin Sandoval (speedy kid) are assigned to find and extract Sandoval’s family, all seven of them.

It all goes remarkably well. Hundreds of Cartel gangsters are ruthlessly killed with very few mistakes due to the three telepaths ability to identify the guilty.

Afterwards, Hill assigns two days of leave since several agents a lot of killing to process. White and Romanov use each other for stress relief. Copeland dates Captain Rogers. Mgwanze goes on a date with Carlysle (Copycat) who tests his nerve. Talon helps SHIELD savants compare and contrast his, Harris’ (Elfaba) and Petrovna’s (Dark Star’s) teleportation powers. Despite very different FX they are all very similar.

Episode Two

SHIELD EP 2 4-20-2013

Agents Mgwanze and Copeland present.
(Agent Talon is deeply involved in the first moving test of Talon Teleportals: a remote site at Edwards AFB to a small, expendable, RC ship well out in the Atlantic, out of shipping lanes. Successful — Talon pwns the doubters.)

Gina Nixon’s (Vertigo) papers arrived. Elizabeth Harris, who isn’t about to give up her family, no matter if she has to personally burn every MS-13 gangster in the world to death (that’s a quote; unrealistic but heartfelt), wants someone to brief her son Scott on what happened to her and set up some security.

Agent Elvis takes Nixon. Checks Nixon’s schedule and calls at a good time. They eat good Salvadorian street food near her condo. Mgwanze enjoys food spicy enough to be pleasantly warm; Nixon is pretty daring — for an Idahoan. They meet with Ass’t District Attorney Richard Langley who if fully cooperative with the feds, SHIELD and President. The necessary paper records will be adjusted and he himself will attend to problems.

Next is the shrink, Dr. Abraham Stein, half-practicing, half-retired and a little research. Nixon takes to Stein and Mgwanze catches Stein with an expression that says, roughly, “If I file off the serial numbers really well I could do some fascinating papers about this subject” and gives him a hairy eyeball. Stein reminds himself just whom he is dealing with.

Elvis allows Gina to hijack him for errands: open a bank account with $82,000 in cash with Federal assurance that it is not criminal money, car shopping and advice — she’s going for a used BMW.

Scott Harris, a regional manager for Apple, meets Agent Celeste meets him in a Century City Starbucks. Copeland manages to convince him she’s for real, his mom is alive but changed. Green, rejuvenated, green, super-powered, Witchy. They go across the street to a bar; Scott downs two shots.

It makes a certain amount of sense to him. Elizabeth is an Oz fan, a SF and comic book fan who dragged him to many a convention, and an occasional costume show participant. If whatshisname can turn into Edward the Sparkly Vampire, and whatshername into Tinkerbelle, more or less, then why not? Mom must be ecstatic. Aside from the danger from the gangers. Yes, he’ll happily accept a free gov’t security system, cards with Copeland’s and Burbank’s numbers and a secure phone.

Upon their return to Disneyland Agent Ellis informs them that new orders have come in. Proceed to Fort Huachuca, AZ where Agent Dukes will meet them to provide backup.

Five Minutemen volunteer border militia went missing in the Sonora Desert near the border with Mexico — radio chatter was roughly, “OH GOD NO! FLOOR IT! FUCK! FUCK! WHAT IS IT! AIIIEEE!” Three more investigated. One got away, badly injured, and died near Fort Huachuca.

Deal with it, whatever ‘it’ is. Take other backup if wanted, hiring authorized*

Fred Dukes is famous for several videos of him fighting aliens in New York, naked aside from tatters and scorch marks most of the time, sort of a chubbier, shorter, Caucasian Hulk Lite. Very Lite. His file says he has some desert experience but he’s no tracker.

Rahne Sinclair (aka Wolfsbane) lives in a condo in Culver City. She takes some acting and other classes at UCLA and gets work through S-T, mostly film jobs as a wolf or wolf-girl or as a sniffer (a bloodhound who can talk, more or less). She just finished a low budget ‘wolfsploitation’ flick with K-9 (Jorge Ivalde, can turn into any sort of canine) and Mr. Hollywood. She’s best known to the public from appearing in Twilight 2 & 3. Her acting is fair.

Agent Copeland called Super-Temps, Sinclair called Copeland and agreed to the gig. A little action would hit the spot.

Copeland and Mgwanze loaded the car for bear, picked up Sinclair and drove to Edwards AFB. A quinjet met them there and shuttled them down to Fort Huachuca. The base exec met them there and assure them of full cooperation: Humvees, Drone Controller school teachers and students and drones at their disposal, etc. Agent Dukes’ quinjet dropped him off, literally, from 200’ up (because he could) and introduced himself.

Elvis, Copeland and some Army helpers installed Stark batteries into Raven mini drones to increase their duration from an hour to 11 hours. Video was reviewed, including satellite IR which showed the Minutemen, their gunfire and no attacker. Mgwanze examined the corpses (MINOR RETCON): the guy who almost made it died of a bullet wound. The only corpse found on the scene the morning after the attack was missing an arm (torn off) and had some deep pressure cuts… with tiny bits of chitin in them. Pattern was consistent with a scorpion, crab or lobster the size of a horse. A big horse.

Radiation readings showed nothing unusual. Sinclair scoffed at the idea of atomic mutant animals. This wasn’t anything weird, just another shapeshifter like her. Googling scorpions (because lobsters or crabs are not desert creatures) revealed that they fluoresce in UV light. And that UV scorpion-illuminating flashlights were available. In town. Closed now, but the base Exec got one open and they made 3 UV spotlights from 15 ScorpionMaster flashlights.

Dukes got the base armorers to use parts he’d brought to modify a M2 machine gun into a personal weapon.

Minutemen were all over the area that night, occasionally shooting at coyotes or nothing or, once, some illegals in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Reports of Sinaloa Cartel activity: some honcho killed in Ciudad Juarez and a hit team, with supers, sent west. Getting close.

Sinclair checked the wind readings for the target area (from the south) and they worked out a good route for her to sniff for corpses — lots easier than something/ someone that might or might not smell like a real scorpion, and might not be in scorpion form any more. Copeland and Mgwanze suited up, Dukes stuck to fatigues and Sinclair went wolf, hanging out the roof hatch to catch the scents.

They ran across a Minuteman camp and warned them out of the area. They seemed unconvinced so Dukes stopped, demonstrated some super strength Intimidating them — and was recognized, despite not being naked. They made no trouble.

Sinclair picked up the scent of several bodies, plus something odd. The scent trail led to the border, fenced at this point. Dukes made a hole. They got near the source 22 miles into Mexico, in a dry river bed.

A drone operator reported something odd. Video showed a small dust devil/ source making it’s way towards them in short bursts of 100+ mph speed. Resolved to a short, skinny guy with binoculars, scouting for three 4-wheel-drive SUVs. Full of — radio chatter confirmed — Cartel soldiers. Kid seemed to be a draftee as there were threats about his family. Gangsters discussed the premium bounty for an intact head and cock. How to find a head or a cock on a scorpion. How they were better off forgetting the premium and blowing him to hell with the rocket launchers and not becoming freak food.

Rocket launchers. Shit.

Ambush? Warning? Indecision. We’re law enforcement officers, sort of.
Elvis called up the chain and got Agent Romanov. (Regarding the Sinaloa Cartel, they were known (personally, by her, was strongly implied) to murder rather large numbers of people, mostly women and girls, in Satanic/ faux pagan Azteca ceremonies.)

Right, no warnings.

The Cartel SUVs stopped in a nice open area, put a man with a knockoff Russian rocket launcher out each roof hatch and sent a kindly-looking, avuncular fellow out to “earn his pay”. The gentleman shucked his clothes and turned into a nasty, 400+ lb. were rat and scampered away to shadow the speedster kid, who was bait.

Our Agents found a good ambush point. Sinclair figured out where she’d go to scan the area if she was the kid and hid right close. Dukes set up with the .50 cal to watch for the scorpion.

Waiting. Copeland and Mgwanze aimed at the SUVs on each end of the short row.

Sinclair, wolfgirl, grabbed the kid, Intimidated him into silence and tossed his radio. He says, “Mi familia.” She says she’ll help them.

King Rat was sneaking up on Sinclair. She’s picked up his scent and located him — damned close.

Alacran (scorpion reached the end cover — burrowing under sand) readied itself to charge. Dukes has seen the moving bulge in the sand.



Fire One and Two! Both hits. The SUVs are blown to fuck along with the rocketeer and rifleman in each.

King Rat goes for Sinclair. She grabs the kid and scarpers. He pursues.

Alacran rushes up to Dukes and grabs both his arms in its huge claws, immobilizing the gun; it tries to lift and rip him and half loses its footing instead.
They’re evenly matched in strength, but Dukes if far more invulnerable and hits harder. He head butts it, hard. It’s Dazed. It stings him, a solid hit but Dukes’ skin is tougher than that and he feels the stinger break.

The remaining rocketeer shoots a the only target he can see - Sinclair and the kid. Hit! Hero point- miss, though she takes some damage… and so does the kid: incapacitated.

Mgwanze takes out the remaining SUV.

Copeland shoots the scorpion, with her pistol: no damage.

Dukes kicks the hell out of the scorpion: KO.

Copeland, Sinclair and Mgwanze stabilize the kid, barely.

Discussion. Sinclair finds Alacran’s pantry: six corpses in a burrow. Dukes finishes the were-scorpion, which does not change to human. Thankfully.

Copeland and Sinclair want to help the kid’s parents. Dukes says hiding them probably won’t work, not with the Sinaloa Cartel after them. Copeland and Sinclair are determined. He says they’re not Romanov… Romanov… sounded like she had a grudge against these guys.
Dukes: “Ever hear of W.I.T.C.H.? The Women’s International Terrorist Conspiracy from Hell?”
All the rest: no.
“Sort of a joke in the ‘60s, but for two weeks there’s a bunch of supers calling themselves WITCH, running around India healing women who got acid thrown in their faces for getting uppity, and fucking up the men responsible. Word on the ‘Carrier is it’s some X-ies, one of the telepaths, Copycat, Flint — Sandman, he’s supposed to be on vacation, Lila Cheney moving them around, maybe Logan. And their intel is way too good to not come from us — and Romanov can run rings around almost anybody when she wants. Cap’n’s chasing around after them, quiet like, with Monroe, who probably ain’t really helping.
Anyway, they should have got to hell out of India three days ago, they’re all together, and Juarez sounds like a similar sort of proposition.

It’d be ugly as hell, but sometimes…”

So that thing happened, mostly off camera. Almost all the Sinaloa Cartel leadership, half the soldiers in Juarez dead. Gov’t officials and police who were on the take or frightened into cooperation missing a finger each and their short term memories. The speedster’s family in X.I.’s version of witness relocation.
Romanov left clues that the Vatican’s Opus Dei supers did it.
That the Zetas made it look like Opus Dei did it.
That Hydra is responsible…. with enough info that SHIELD won’t believe it and waste resources.

Backstory on Alacran:
19 year old poor kid came up a Power, joined the Cartel. Super macho, full of himself. Cartel boss’ daughter’s fiancee dissed the kid. Kid scorped out and killed him and his bodyguards. Took his car and fled west. Hijacked another car, left the road. Holed up for a while, mostly in scorp form. Hunted out the area, started in on humans.


1) SHIELD and US law enforcement in general can deputize volunteers/ consultants/ mercs with powers. Super-Temps has Hazard and Combat rates for their clients who are willing.

2) Battle suits: Impervious Protection 4, -1 Dodge and Parry, goggles do IR, LLV and flash protection, gas mask and rebreather built in. Comes in MARPAT (Marines) Woodland, Winter and Desert patterns. Yes, this temporarily makes you (most of you) PL 6.5 defensively.

Episode One

SHIELD: Los Angeles
Episode One

Agent Dr. Jonathan Talon (MIKES’ PC): Burbank to New York teleportal a success. Tony Stark arranges to get some of the portals in exchange for an Arc Reactor or two.
Talon enjoys the party but is disappointed that Kristine Viera (aka Gadget Girl) does not attend — all of the Project BEARCLAW (reverse engineering alien contragravity tech) people are busy with a test run.

Agent Celeste Copeland (DAVE’S): flies commercial (first class) to LAX. Glues an excessively obnoxious fellow into the john.

Agent Elvis Mgwanze CALVIN’S): pilots a Quinjet and three passengers to Vandenberg AFB, then hops a helo to LAX.
— Where he and Agent Ellis (Kate Ellis, former Senior Chief Petty Officer, HQ manager/office mom, not their boss) beat Copeland there and drive her to Anaheim, Disneyland, the Disney Bunker and newly vacated NSA facility that is now their hidden base of operations.

Tour of the facility. Meet the staff. Talon joins them.

Info from the techie on monitor duty: a John Doe at the Santa Monica morgue shows signs of death by psychic attack that has Georgina Jackson’s (aka Vertigo) ‘fingerprints’ on it. Jackson is very strongly suspected to be one of the ‘Glass Cannons’ who fought alien invaders along side the X-Men, and President Obama wants to thank her personally and officially — but she disappeared at the end of the fighting and the Xies won’t give any information.

So: examine the corpse, have it moved to a good hospital and scanned, trace the ID — false, several sets — the car keys and so on.
Run camera footage from traffic cams, ATM cams and from people Tweeting the death, which was in public in the early afternoon; the man started to draw a gun and dropped dead.
ID Jackson (probably) in the crowd, follow her back and forward from the death and eventually ID her as Gina Nixon.
GN is living largely off the grid, in a luxury condo belonging to a successful assistant director, making money under the table as a party organizer/consultant.
‘Nixon’ runs and walks a lot for exercise, does not own a car, does not use credit cards. There are photos, mostly tweets, of her in clubs and parties attended by mid to high level Hollywood folk.
A number of (probable) would-be muggers or rapists have turned up alongside some of Nixon’s usual running paths badly stomped and lying in their own vomit — Nixon/Vertigo’s only known pre-BNY power was that of psionically scrambling the senses of people over a considerable area, which usually involved severe nausea.

Mgwanze acquires Nixon’s cell phone number. Calls, identifying himself as a SHIELD agent and requesting a meeting. Topics are: grateful nation, need any help? Nixon is relieved SHIELD didn’t send, say, ‘Batgirl’ (Romanov has not been publicly identified) or the Archer. She ID’s the deader as one of Stryker’s men and one of her handlers. Meet: Spago , on their dime, tonight at 8 pm: if they are really from SHIELD they’ll have the juice to get them a table. They do.

The meeting goes very well. Nixon is assured that she’ll be in the clear for offing Corporal Manning and beating up muggers. She’s bemused at the notion of meeting the President. Not interested in joining SHIELD — also can’t. People in US Army uniforms freak her out. What she’d like: a real ID, her tax dodging finessed (she can pay what she owes, fines, probably not), and an effective, discreet shrink to deal with her soldier phobia. She likes her current gig — she’s learned to psionically make everything seem nicer (tastier, more attractive, wittier, etc.) over a wide area; her offer to demonstrate is declined — and doesn’t want her clients to know that she can also kill people by wishing them dead. (Which trick she came up with to kill Invaders in frustration and rage as her usual trick doesn’t have a lot of range.) She invites them to come over to her condo for a swim. There’s a nice heated outdoor pool on the 8th floor and the condo’s owner left a selection of new guest bathing suits there. They accept.

The swim is pleasant. Talon teeps around and learns that Nixon is receptive to his flirting, he’s cute enough, has good manners has a certain badassitude from being a SHIELD agent. Fuckable, maybe more, but not tonight. Other residents are interested in who these people with the Hollywood-connected party organizer are, are they rich, are they good for their careers…

The pool terrace’s view is to the east and sometime after midnight everybody notices the letters OROTHY written across the sky in glowing green-yellow cursive maybe a mile high. A trip to the roof (with all the poolside folk following) shows that the message is SURRENDER DOROTHY. It does not seem to be smoke as it is not moving or dispersing at all. Gotta go.

Once outside they see that Gadget Girl’s CG-fitted 1999 Learjet 45 (with its 10x normal array of lights all over it, because hovering, LA airspace) levitating towards the edge of the second E in SURRENDER. A quick cal to the Works redirects her to pick them up and take them along; for a fee, of course.

The letters are transparent, they’re not material, not a hologram, not radioactive or more than marginally warm. Not dangerous, except as a navigation hazard — many, many aircraft are being redirected around the 26 mile long, mile high, 100 yard thick projection. An idiot in a Cessna flies through the D and loops around for more.

There comes a tapping at the cockpit glass: a pale, ohmyhfuckinggod beautiful woman with black hair and wings gets their attention, and Viera let’s her in. This is Angel D’arc, part owner and major attraction at Pandemonium, a popular Goth themed club, and a friend of Viera’s. She wants to know what Viera’s learned about the letters. She dismisses Our Agents’ speculations as paranoia; obviously, whomever did this did it because it’s cool and because they could. She bets Talon $20 that when they find the person responsible, they’ll be green. Wicked Witch of the West themed powers are perfectly reasonable (argues the succubus-looking woman), just look at whatsername, the Tinkerbelle lookalike, and the vampires, including the sparkly one, and someone spotted a fucking unicorn in Seattle. Angel D flies out and hovers to stick a finger in the E: nada. Viera reports a faint psychic tickle from the letters. Angel is bored now and leaves — and flies right back chasing a witch — dead ringer for Margaret Hamilton in full makeup and costume as the Wicked Witch of the West — trailing a green, glowing contrail from her broom. They play chase a while but Angel can’t keep up.

Mgwanze requisitions/rents Viera’s flying ‘Troncycle’ (securely mounted in the middle of the fuselage) and takes off in pursuit. So does Viera and the Quinjet that’s been making it’s own observations. The witch dives down towards central LA’s skyscrapers. Mgwanze follows; he’s a very, very good pilot and the Troncycle is quite user-friendly. The witch is slightly faster but Elvis manages to get her to pull over — slow down and levitate — after each has a narrow escape.

The Witch is manic, high on something. She says she’s had this form and her powers for almost seven hours. Mgwanze talks her into turning off the SURRENDER DOROTHY (SHIELD’s rep for redonkulous resources and pull help) and pitches SHIELD as a career. She’s persuadable. She’s also got troubles: nine hours ago her home was invaded by five gang bangers, she was robbed and beat all to hell and her house set on fire. Then she manifested her powers: healed in minutes, green and Margaret-like, chased them down and, ah, burned them to death in their car. And put the fires she started out. Mgwanze, his listening fellow agents — and SHIELD, really — could care less about homicidal gangers but flight, an energy attack, negating fires are all very useful to the agency. She demonstrates ‘flying monkeys’ (telekinetic projections) and teleportation — ending up 30’ from the Gadgetjet.

Elvis and the Witch — Elizabeth Harris, age 63, solidly middle class, retired CPA — enter the jet, people are introduced and the Witch concentrates on her hand, trying to turn back into her old self. Nothing. She borrows a mirror from Copeland, produces an Android phone (hers, taken back from a ganger) and Googles a picture of Idina Menzel as Elphaba and tries for that. And succeeds after a few minutes. Someone brings up witchy water-solubility. Harris determines that her hair does not melt, then picks her least favorite fingertip to risk: nothing. ‘Thank you, subconscious!’ Copeland wonders if she can sing. Harris tries it out and is very Menzel-like, the replay causing her to actually ROFL hysterically. Then stops, worried that she’s permanently high as a kite. Feels like she’s twenty again though… eyes Mgwanze and Talon. Are they married? No. Plants very lusty kisses on both of them and says she’s fully rejuvenated. Now what?

Viera flies them to Edwards AFB where they can land openly, get Harris fingerprinted to see if they have changed (they haven’t) and get started on signing her up as an cadet Avenger, her identity re-established and her financials in order. And where all the witnesses are under orders. Harris, still manic, picks out a promising young airman and invite him to help her give her new bod a test drive; she promises everyone to not kill him. He’s game. They decamp to an off base motel. Our Agents acquire some Air Force cops to watch the place. Mgwanze starts on the ‘paperwork’ for Nixon and Harris.

Talon talks some tech with Viera and she’s interested, but later please. She’d been up for three days when she boarded the jet.

Harris finishes ravaging the airman, showers and comes out at 10:46 am, no longer manic but way too pleased with herself. Viera flies them to Bob Hope Airport (Burbank) and they sneak Harris into the Skunk Works and teleportal her to SHIELD NY.

Early that evening they get attaboys from Acting Director Hill. The President is pleased with the results re: Nixon; so is Hill despite the bill from Spago. Hill, the LA and California authorities are pleased that the skywriting was dealt with in under an hour and that there should not be a recurrence; she’s pleased with the new recruit; she understands about not haggling more with Viera (don’t worry about recruiting her, she’s already a consultant/contractor), and everyone is happy about the nearly glitchless teleportal tests. Re: successful teleportal tests, security at the Works will be doubled since Hydra, China and . . . everybody will want a piece of that action.

SHIELD equipment: superglue variants — good for 20 minutes then quickly degrades, good for several hours before degrading. EP cost = 0 — it’s effing superglue.
2) Spago Beverley Hills (it’s Spago, not Spago’s, my bad, a Wolfgang Puck restaurant) likey SHIELD (the manager has relatives and friends in New York); standing offer to comp major participants in the BNY or the cleanup, at least once.
“Aside from the fact that the food was amazing, I was truly impressed by the friendliness of the staff.  I expected that perhaps they would be more stuffy or snobby, but everyone from the hostess to the waiter to the maitre d’ was warm and so accommodating.

As this was our first time to Spago, I inquired about a tasting menu for lunch. Our waiter went to speak to the chef & even though they didn’t have one set up, they created one for us.  It was truly incredible.  Not only did they come out with fabulous dishes, but they respected my friend’s request to leave out certain items that she couldn’t eat.

Yes, you’ll pay a lot for your meal at Spago, but IT IS SO WORTH IT!!  I look forward to going back again someday.”
3) SHIELD has a 1-800 number.
4) Romanov and Barton have not been publicly identified. To the public they’re Catwoman/Batgirl/Mrs Peel and ‘the Archer’/Green Arrow.
5) “Chuckie” (Brainchild/ Charles Lefner) is masterminding the Travelling Revenge Show with Sabertooth and Blockbuster. He invited Nixon to join them, she declined.
6) Harris, FYI, is PL 6, 114 points.
7) The Skunk Works — located in Burbank on the site of the old Lockheed Skunk Works, under two parking garaged and a sound studio (front) — can run the teleportal for 14 minutes continuously, with a recharge cycle of 22 minutes. Talon can hand finish/alter/wizard the critical Weird Science components of a portal pair in about 6-7 hours; he has several pair on hand.
8) The press is all over Viera (casting: Piper Perabo) to find out about the skywriting and what was her part in dealing with the Witch — her jet was super conspicuous. She just says ‘Sorry, that’s Classified’ and since she’s known to have contracts with the Air Force and Marines, that works as well as anything would. D’arc just acts all mysterious like she had something to do with it.
9) Mgwanze = ‘M GWAWNZAY
10) Nixon knows a hairdresser/cosmeticist/brujo who darkened her skin from Scotts-Irish pale to medium Mediterranean olive, her hair from light green (all over) to dark brown and altered her facial structure a bit — permanently. For $22k. She can introduce them. (Elvis is thinking Witness Protection.)
Viera never, ever calls it a Troncycle herself. Lawsuits. It’s her ‘cycle’.
It’s airbreathing, aside from the CG, and tops out at around 120 mph. Her jet does 500 mph. Her pro bono SAR work and government contracts keep the FAA off her ass.
Harris has a son, Scott, a daughter in law, Jennifer, and two grandchildren, Jacob
and Emma (6) whom she dotes on. They live in Reseda a west of Burbank.
Harris’ property is in Altadena, east of Burbank, a few blocks from the Angeles National Forest.
13) Vampires: there have been at least five known ‘vampiric’ serial killer types in the US, all killed. The sparkly vamp, ‘Edmund’, lives well on volunteers despite being a douche. Stephanie Meyer despises him, Summit Entertainment hates him, Robert Pattinson, his double, fears him and Kristin Stewart isn’t stupid enough to bang him. A fair number of Avengers and Xies are waiting for him to screw up; smart money says The Girls will get to him first.


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