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Post by fbi on Aug 14, 2011 0:37:32 GMT -5
Tiffany had a grin on his face as he stepped out of the black FBI car and onto the road. They had been quite successful during their time here at Gotham. Gotham East was clear of all petty criminals that now stayed in the overcrowded Blackgate. He had managed to capture the Question and the Ventriloquist. The Joker had managed to escape before they could transfer, but they would find him. The Riddler was just barely out of reach. He had determined the man who attempted to kill him was the Black Mask. He was only one step away from finding his true location and then setting up a raid. For the people within this city who doubted him, he only grinned. The Lord was on his side and therefore he could not fail.
What made him even happier was that he was going to take out the largest black market dealing within the next hour. Oswald Cobblepot would be arrested by the end of this and any other criminal found within the building.
It was dark, primarly because Tiffany knew that there would be a much higher chance of other criminals being there at night. He wanted this to be big enough so Washington would know he was doing his job and doing it correctly. Innocent lives would be caught in the crossfire because of how popular a setting was in the evening, but there sacrifices were worth the goal. However, Tiffany also knew that since their invasion many of the elites who enjoyed the Iceberg Lounge had left during there three day opening of the embargo. Yes, all the people within those walls were criminals.
The back door to his car opened and a woman and small child exited. Tiffany had a decent number of men on this raid. They all wore bullet proof vest and expensive guns. He had snipers set on the rooftops across the way, but he doubted he would have use for them. Gordon and his police were there as well, but they had yet to turn on any sirens. This raid would be a complete surprise to all inhabitants with in it. He had no doubt that this raid would be successful especially with his little star, but he also knew to be prepared for anything.
He looked down at Pheobe. He felt bad that he had to bring her, but she was their shining joy. He got on his knee quickly so he could look her in the eye. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me and you can leave," he stated seriously.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2011 1:14:03 GMT -5
Phoebe's feelings are definitely mixed. On the one hand, she's very aware of just how big this raid is going to be - both in physical size and in importance. And she's thrilled to be included, though much of that is simply the opportunity to be away from border duty. But she's also a bit nervous about whether or not she'll meet Agent Tiff's high expectations and she's still just a little wary after how dangerous things got with the Ventriloquist.
Then again, that experience and the words that Agent Stevens had told her after wards have sunken in: she can't do everything, but she knows that she'll make a big difference by being here and doing as much as she can. So at Agent Tiff's statement, the look that she returns is even more serious than his. "Just tell me what to do," she says, as ready for this as she could possibly be.
Her experience with the Ventriloquist also solidified something else: just how inexperienced she is. Though she'd been trained for that sort of thing, after seeing Agent Golden getting shot she'd hardly remembered what to do. But Agent Stevens had been a rock, and even upon reflection all of her orders were perfect. So if she just keeps on listening to these more experienced agents she's sure she'll continue to do well. Everyone had, after all, been very complimentary about how she'd handled things. At least, everyone with a high enough clearance level to know it was her.
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Post by james on Aug 14, 2011 3:19:07 GMT -5
Gordon stepped out of his unmarked, police vehicle, radio in hand and watching for the signal to the volley of police units that had converged behind him. When the signal was given, lights and sirens would be turned on, but it would be too late. The raid would already have started.
He could at least tell himself he agreed with this plan of action. He hadn't agreed with the capture of Question, though the apprehending of the Ventriloquist was a plus. He looked back quickly over his shoulders at the gathered PD vehicles before looking back at Tiff and the young girl. He'd only heard of her, but even he's interested to see what she'll do.
He could feel the tension in the hot summer air, muggy and mounting.
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Post by fbi on Aug 14, 2011 12:52:49 GMT -5
Tiffany grinned at the girl's response. She was amazing. If he ever had a child, he would hope she would be like Phoebe. He patted her shoulder. "Good," he said with a grin, "I want you and Agent Steven to enter last, but keep your thoughts close to me so you can see what I am seeing." He then stood and nodded to Agent Stevens, knowing that she understood him perfectly. He turned back to the club and took in the shadow that seemed to be pulling it into the ground. He would force his way through. He then looked at his men. He liked to take in the faces of his brave men before an attack. They were spectacular to be making such a sacrifice. His eyes finally landed on Gordon, and he turned and walked towards him.
"Most of there dealings are in the basement. I am assuming Cobblepot is either in the basement or in his penthouse on top. We will enter from the middle and then separate into two forces," he stated, one wanting to inform the man, two wanting to hear if he had any objections.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2011 15:06:34 GMT -5
"Okay," Phoebe replies, giving him a small smile before the serious look returns. She loves the way that Agent Tiff sees her more as a child and less as a weapon - not to mention all the complimentary thoughts that he has about her. But she knows that this raid is going to be very serious business and that she'll need to keep her head in the game if she's going to be giving this effort everything she can.
Agent Stevens returns Agent Tiff's nod, also mentally preparing herself - which is probably exactly what the vast majority of everyone else around is doing. But Phoebe just follows Agent Tiff with her eyes over to the man he talks to next. She hasn't the slightest idea who that is - he doesn't look like an agent.
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Post by james on Aug 14, 2011 18:49:27 GMT -5
Gordon stood straighter when Tiff approached to show that his attention was given. As the man spoke, Gordon can see the attack like a diagram in his mind. He nodded gruffly, pulling his radio to his mouth in preparation to give the order to his men.
"Two groups? Police and F.B.I. correct? And who's going where?" He asked simply, he then saw the young girl looking at the two of them and offered her a small smile.
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Post by fbi on Aug 15, 2011 13:40:42 GMT -5
It was nice to know Gordon thought like him when it came to operations. Tiffany wanted to have some of his men with the GCPD because he didn't trust them, but he was talked out of it by his Director. His Director stressed that showing some faith could better their relations. Tiffany listened, but he wasn't pleased. Hopefully they the GCPD would be able to handle their job. He knew Gordon could, the rest of them though...
He nodded. "Yes. GCPD will go up and the FBI will go down. I have men on the roof of the buildings if anyone tries to escape. Remember, we do no need these criminals alive, but it would be far more beneficial. If it comes to it, we might have to use the tear gas. All your men have mask I assume. Also, if there is an unexpected costumed freak, asses the situation as best as you can. If you have to leave the building to save men that is fine, but I do not want anyone running from this street until we have Cobblepot under arrest." He stopped then waved a unit of his men to go around the building.
"We will enter from the front, my best men will enter from behind. When we clear the ground floor, we split up," he stated.
"Let's go," he said as he pulled out his weapon and walked towards the door. A large number of men stayed back, behind their cars to use as protection as people tried to escape. As he passed Phoebe he gave her a small smile. Things might become scary or ugly, just remember you have friends on your side, he thought then smirked, You're also the best agent we got, so I bet you have a little Gryffindor in you. Has she even read Harry Potter? You should. It's one of my favorite books, but you have to remember it is completely fiction. You should take it for the moral message not the literal side. He didn't want her turning into a wicken, after all. He had a worn out copy that he wanted to give his child. It sat in the baby room back in Texas that had never seen children.
His mind of course traveled back to the Lord's book, and he said a quick pray before kicking down the door.
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Post by birdsofprey657 on Aug 15, 2011 23:01:55 GMT -5
The Iceberg lounge was very packed so packed that all the girls were dancing double time, the jazz performances, the comedy perfomances. The Iceberg Lounge was the best place for having a good time. They're were two levels. One the main floor in the center were poker, blackjack, and roulette. To the sides were jazz and comedy booths each with seating for about forty people. There were about seven bathrooms. This included a DJ center, a dance floor,and a large bar. It took two years for everything to be built. The Iceberg had cost a fortune to Cobblepot.
The second floor was Cobblepot's personal floor. He had six rooms, three of them for storage, two for guests. And the biggest one for himself. He had a personal bed along with a satellite computer, a personal vault which included his other umbrellas, a pot of some cash, and maps of Gotham. In his computer was his current plans for Gotham, a webcam to his underground criminal base and to the Mob. Outside of the rooms, was a hallway. Protecting the hallways was a metallic and fiberglass that was bulletproof and tinted. No one saw anything up there. They're was a staircase on the end that let to the rooftop that the third floor. Mainly a sniper team or payed cops would guard the rooftop.
The only entrance to the second floor was an elegant elevator system, which led to the control room. The control room was Penguin's viewing station of the whole thing. The control room had a large board room for business meetings, the security camera video, and the back up power to the whole thing. The boardroom was to the right of the six rooms.
Cobblepot was sitting in his chair watching the security cameras, to the left he looked at his long board room which hadn't had a meeting in some time. His control board was installed in the meeting room and the security room. But only Cobblepot had the key. Armed gunman sat down at the meeting table in the elegant and soft chairs playing cards. Cobblepot didn't want anyone going to the second floor, but he didnt' want to alienate people, after all he was in need of new henchman around the clock. Cobblepot looked at the fountain with the rocks and water, yet he could barely even see it because there were too many people. He clicked a button that was below his pad that told the bouncer to stop letting people in. All the bouncers and security men were watching the people or taking shifts.
Cobblepot lit a match and smoke his cigar which was in his holder, " I sure do love the smell of money and business, don't you sherry?" Sherry nodded, she was in a good mood today because she wore a nice and seductive dress. He bit the cigar holder as he was talking which let some of his words sound mumbled. He didn't have any cameras in the front, because he didn't want to be watching tv all day. He stopped and took out an eagle. "Yes, yes sweetheart, look at those pathetic people wasting their lives away giving us funds, who knows maybe one of them will be your next meal." He smiled as the Eagle continued looking at the cameras then away. He spun his chair around to Sherry, now opening the door to the security room with the eagle on his arm as she walked with him.
" My dear do you know why eagle's are one of the best trained killers." Sherry said, "Because they are easy to train?" She had much to learn, so much that she wasn't worth being a couple. "No my dear, because they never fail. If they don't get what they want they try harder. In fact Eagle's by nature are hard to tame and train, but I'm a natural. You and the others would learn alot by studying this bird" He walked into his room and opened the vault, grabbing some of the money to give to the men staying with him.
He locked the safe then walked back out of his room, the electronic lock closing temptation. Sherry with her blonde long hair was quite pretty but she was a good assassin. He stopped and the eagle looked at her with it's black piercing eyes, " You see, it already knows more about you than you know about yourself." He smiled, then walked back to his chair in the security room putting back the Eagle in it's cage.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2011 0:04:38 GMT -5
Phoebe offers a small return smile to the man Agent Tiff is talking to, but it quickly disappears yet again as her focus shifts back to Agent Tiff. Remembering his orders, she uses her telepathy to track his mind as he stops talking and gets down to business. She smiles a little at the thoughts he sends her way, but she only comments, Yes, I've read six of them. Reading is a valuable pastime to have for a child who has to sit quietly and wait for adults for long periods of times sometimes. But she doesn't go any further than to say that much, because the raid has begun.
Minding the orders that Agent Tiff gave, she along with Agent Stevens hang back, waiting for the other people actually going inside to get ahead before they walk quickly forward to bring up the rear. To say that Phoebe is nervous would be an understatement, but it's a good sort of nervous - the kind that helps you pay attention to your surroundings. Without needing to be told, she throws up a shield in front of her and Agent Stevens, just in case. They are, after all, heading into a building with an unknown amount of danger and until she has something better to do she might as well be overly cautious about the possibility of stray bullets or something of that nature.
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Post by james on Aug 16, 2011 0:20:33 GMT -5
Gordon said nothing to Tiff, just nodded his words before pressing the button on his radio and advising his mean to put on their masks or have them at the ready, and then he quickly followed Agent Tiffany. His men fell in line with him, though some had orders to hang back to be back up. Guns were at the ready as he passed the front cars, he nodded to Phoebe in a gesture of good luck before he came to the entrance of the illustrious, corrupt club.
Two of his men came before him and he nodded to Agent Tiffany. "We're in position, ready to rush through the front when your men are ready to rush through the back."
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Post by fbi on Aug 17, 2011 1:39:57 GMT -5
(Okay I was rereading over my last post, so what i am about to post, might not make sense, but *shrug* I am in the back behind the iceberg. I'm basically missing one sentence that I'll edit back later.)
He smirked at her thoughts. It was nice knowing the kid still enjoyed the little things. It brought him comfort to know she wasn't always surrounded by such evil. He brought his lips to his radio, "Operation Happy Feet is a go." With that statement he kicked down the kitchen door in the back. The door went down surprisingly easy, most likely because the men in the kitchen probably had a habit for smoking. The door was probably on it's last hinge anyways. Tiffany stormed in with gun at hand. His men right behind him, and his mask around his neck.
When the noise of the door echoed through the kitchen the many chefs paused in their preparations. "Everyone here is under arrest until further investigations," he announced quickly to the kitchen, "This is a raid, so put your hands in the air." He didn't have time to waste on the staff. His goal was the Penguin and other possible rogues within the Lounge.
The kitchen looked baffled for a moment. Most put up their hands innocently, except for one that went running to the door that lead to the activity inside. He frowned at the action. It was pure sign of guilt, and he couldn't risk the Penguin getting the upper hand that would increase the risk of his men not making it home to their families. As he went to pull the trigger a gun went off by his side. The chef who was running hit the floor with the thud. Tiffany glanced to his side to see Agent Keller. A younger man then him with a bit more spunk then Tiffany liked. He nodded in approval, and the man grinned.
Tiffany didn't remark on the death. There was no need to, everyone understood what would happen if they attempted to help the evil. Tiffany even looked at the door the man had been running towards. It seemed as if an evil shadow was creeping out from underneath. "Handcuff them," he stated. His men went to separate to begin handcuffing, more of his men followed in. Just as one was about to be handcuffed, Tiffany heard gun fire that sounded similar to a machine gun.
He jumped behind the metal kitchen oven when the sound went. Some of his men followed suit, stayed outside in the cover of the wall, or found another hiding place. Three of his men weren't lucky. He saw the blood seep near ones vest. The vest might have protected their heart, the helmet most of his men had might have protected their heads, but they had no protection around the throat and arms. He knew one was dead. He fell like a brick. Two were wounded. He frowned immediately.
"Feds you came to the wrong dinner tonight!" a big burly chief who still wore a tall hat shouted. Tiffany assumed he was the one in charge.
Tiffany had hoped to already be past the kitchen. He couldn't believe they were already being held up. This place was pure evil. He needed to no everything on the other side was going all right.
Phoebe, you need to watch Gordon's mind too. Make sure things are okay. He then thought of Gordon's face so she understood who he was mentioning. He then brought his attention back to the current situation. He wasn't going to allow his men to die on him. They were alive, and that meant the Lord wanted them alive. He told two of his men to go to the opposite end to get a better shot. Tiffany moved toward to his two wounded. He crawled on the ground. One of them was easy enough to get a hold of. He had fallen behind a counter top. Tiffany pulled the man by the sleeve and yanked him farther underneath. He sat him up, and brought the man's hand to the pressure point above the wound. "Hold that and stay here," he stated as the chef still continued to rant weird statements. He reached for the gun, and put it in his weak other hand. "Shoot anyone not on our side, if they come out this way."
The man looked in pain, but he nodded. "Thank you," the man mumbled. Tiffany patted him before moving passed him. He needed the other wounded before he was used as target. He also needed his men to take out the chef. With a flick of his wrist, a few of his men began firing.
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Post by birdsofprey657 on Aug 17, 2011 9:38:37 GMT -5
Cobblepot was growing impatient, where was his food. It didn't take ten minutes to make fried chicken and a side of mashed potatoes. "Where is my food, Sherry! I'm paying them to cook, If they aren't cooking then what are they doing?" Sherry was just as confused as Cobblepot was, she dialed the phone with no answer, "Boss, something is wrong." Penguin gave her a sarcastic look with outlines of annoyance, "Bravo, Sherry you beat me in identifying that something was wrong." He rolled his eyes, of course Sherry was going to say that. Usually the Kitchen was on time, good food, easy to cook. But this was different, he didn't have any cameras in the kitchen. But he did have a large security force that was capable of wounding even bane. He pressed a button on the board room tamble, "Skipper and Daryl find out what's going on in the Kitchen take your weapons, if someone is there armed be the first to fire." "Sure thing Cobblepot".
Even though the situation was small the feeling that someone was trying to disrupt his kitchen supply made him feel annoyed. That's why he had a list of precautions. A defense system with machine guns and plasma projections was in place. Along with a smoke projection, that could rotate to poison, toxin, laughing gas, or smoke to cover his trail. Sherry was nervous but she walked away going downstairs for a minute, playing a game of Roulette and taking an elevator ride back up.
Cobblepot took out a crow and walked into his room, typing on his computer to someone. Checking his accounts, emails, etc He was a busy man, with much money and finance. He made sure that his bank account was secure, no hacker could wire the money, because of the security protection defending it. He began reading more into Mayor Garcia, the corrupt mayor. Then he found the tapes that one of his goons recording, Garcia was having an affair, something that would ruin his political career. And make way for Cobblepot.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2011 20:19:36 GMT -5
Well behind Agent Tiff, Phoebe hangs back as instructed though she misses little of the action going on inside the kitchen as she monitors his thoughts. She winces internally at the gunfire and the men getting killed, thinking to herself that maybe they should have sent her in first instead of last - though she quickly thinks better of it and tells herself that she shouldn't question the orders of people with so much more experience with this sort of thing than she does.
Though she's still a bit glad that he's asking her to watch someone else's thoughts too. Listening to one mind is fairly simple to her - not unlike talking on a phone. But listening to two makes it tricky for her to notice every detail of both, in the same way it would be able to listen to the specifics if two people were talking to you at the same time. Not that she'd miss something dramatic happening, but she'd actually prefer missing out on the details of the violence and death inherent in this situation.
Pausing next to the doorway into the kitchen, Phoebe reaches out with her mind to find the man that Agent Tiff was talking to a moment ago on the other side. Given that she hadn't been following him before that, it takes her several moments to sort him out from his men on the other side, but in a situation like this it isn't hard to pick out the mind of someone who is in charge. Found him, she reports to Agent Tiff to let him know that she's followed that order - it'll take her a few moments to verify how things are going on the other side.
Her movements are slowed by the amount of focus it takes to at least keep track of the jist of the thoughts of two very busy men, but she uses what she saw through Agent Tiff's mind to slip into the kitchen with Agent Stevens - thanks to that she knows that as long as they keep low she doesn't have to worry about any bullets coming in her direction because there are too many tables in the way. Once inside, she quickly leads Agent Stevens to a safe spot behind the others
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Post by james on Aug 18, 2011 18:40:59 GMT -5
It was like a stick of dynamite. One moment, all Gordon heard was his order and then the front doors of the Iceberg were kicked open by his men. He rushed in with his men, guns drawn and trained on the people who had startled at the arrival. He was recognizable and he saw the panic that entered the people's eyes. He could live with this; this was doing something right for the city and finally he had enough to accomplish shutting down Penguin and his club, which everyone all knew was only a mask for his actual activities.
“This is a raid, everyone just get down and cooperate. You're all under arrest until further information can be found.” He barked in authority. All he had to deal with were a few bargirls here, though he could hear a slight ruckus beginning just ahead in the main club. He nodded to a few of his men who detained the people present.
He and the rest of his crews began to move towards the main club. They had to clean up this floor first, he recalled. He looked back at his men, who had just apprehended a rather spirited girl. He knew many of the employees knew how to fight, but these girls had been more or less taken by surprise. “Watch out for yourselves. You're still vulnerable,” he told his men, getting an affirmative nod before he moved on. He still had to meet up with Tiff and his men and he'd heard what faintly had sounded like gunshots.
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Post by fbi on Aug 20, 2011 1:10:55 GMT -5
With the chef now distracted by his men firing from their protected positions, Tiffany used it to quickly come out of his hiding and pull the wounded man next to the other. The man was breathing hard and wore a face of pain. He didn't look like he was going to make. Tiffany frowned. He then waved one of his men from his corner and stated, "Take care of him." The man pulled out the small first aid kit they all carried and started to wrap the man's wounds.
The chef was still yelling nonsense and shooting. It was quite loud, and Tiffany was certain they were probably gathering attention. The chef was in such outrage that he even managed to kill a few of his co workers. And then...
Silence.
There was no more yelling and his men stopped shooting in time to hear the thud on the ground. Tiffany wore a blank expression as he stood from his place. "Arrest the others," he said coldly. He couldn't believe he had already lost one man within the first few minutes. He nodded to Phoebe's response, which was silly because she couldn't see it, but he was too focus on the current events to think other wise. He heard handcuffs going into place as he moved towards the kitchen door. He glanced out the window and saw Gordon and his men entering from the other side. They had a quieter entrance. People were putting their hands on top of their heads. "Good," he stated aloud.
"Unit Seven bring the arrest people out to the vans," he stated, "The rest of you follow me." He then pushed through the kitchen door. His eyes jumped to all areas as he prepared for any attack.
"Kitchen is clear," he shouted to Gordon as he moved to help him clear the rest of the first floor.
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