2015-10-19 - Interrogation Blues

Location: SHIELD helicarrier, over Staten Island. 2,000 feet. Weather: calm.

A SHIELD agent stands on the deck, weathering the winds that are still there at this height, his hands in his suit pockets as he looks out into the slightly cloudy sky. Phil Coulson has had a lot of jobs in his time, but this one is a little strange even for him.

He turns his head, listening to the reports in his earpiece. Nods slightly when he hears that the incoming guest is approaching, speed almost impossible to track. Their scientists have developed ways to track really, really fast fliers, so one that tests their limits is impressive to say the least.

"On six," he's told, so he looks south and waits. Supergirl is not to be taken lightly.

Kara Zor-El flies in from having halted an earthquake long enough to evacuate a town in South Burma. Just in case one thinks that preventing two tectonic plates from pushing against each other? It's not easy. Especially for over the hour it took for the entire city to get evacuated. Still, once it was done she was off to something she was personally invested in. Located on the SHIELD helicarrier. Kara came in at mach.... well.... it was really high considering it took her less than 42 seconds to go from South Burma to New York, then slowed down and landed on the Helicarrier. She didn't recognize any of the agents - not that she really knew any of them aside from CeeCee and Zinda anyway. And Captain America, she guessed. None of whom were here. "Okay... I'm here." [Public] Kimahri grins.

Agent Coulson turns, facing Supergirl fully. He adjusts his glasses, necessary given the wind and the direct sun but looking very much like an agent with the suit and tie and dark glasses. They're uniform though, they all wear them after a certain point.

"SHIELD formally welcomes you to the helicarrier, miss Supergirl," he says a little awkwardly. "I apologize that nobody of a higher level was able to be here to meet you. I'm Agent Coulson." He knows that she's here to help with the interrogation of two captives, but both he and she know that already.

"Your friend is in our lounge, if you'd care to join her." This referring to Leah Callahan, the victim in this play. He's still uncertain why Director Fury insisted she be included, but you do not argue with Fury.

(plot exposition moment)

Kara Zor-El nods a little at Agent Coulson. "Thanks." she says, keeping an eye on him. She still didn't trust most members of SHIELD, especially after she found out there were some members that were kidnapping and interrogating Leah for information on ... who knows. Her probably. She used to be concerned that her existence almost gave people like CeeCee a mild panic attack, but honestly, she didnt care about that right now.

Kara does a quick scan of the helicarrier, spotting where Leah was located, and says "I know the way. Thanks." then walks off towards where the lounge is. If they wanted to send people to watch her, that was fine.

Kara Zor-El peeks in the lounge once she gets there. "Leah? Sorry I'm late... there was this earthquake and... they've been treating you okay, right?"

Agent Coulson runs his fingers through his hair as Supergirl just walks away from him. He looks around, uncertain how to react, and walks after her briskly.

Leah is watching the new Big Brain Theory episode, looking just slightly amused but not exactly thrilled, when Kara sticks her head in. She sits up and mutes the volume immediately, and gets up to meet Kara. "I'm okay, I'm okay. Honest. No brain scans or anything. That I'm aware of anyway. Like, how would I know? Earthquake?"

Agent Coulson is coming up behind, having to work to keep up.

Kara Zor-El nods and makes a dismissive motion with her hand. "South Burma. There was an Earthquake and they needed me to keep the two tectonic plates from rubbing together and it's not interesting at all."

Kara walks over to Leah and gives her a hug. "We're going to find out who was sending those people after you. I think SHIELD's probably very motivated to ferret out who it was if it's someone in their organization." She looks around. She so did not trust these clandestine organizations. Cadmus. SHIELD. They're paranoid of anyone different. She'd normally understand, but when they start doing stuff to her friends.... well, she wasnt nearly as level headed and patient as her cousin would be.

Leah hugs gently, though it really doesn't matter. Kara could take a hydraulic press and not flinch. It's the feeling behind it that matters. "Well, they've been very professional, but I can't get anyone to actually talk with me. Like being in a military base."

Coming up behind, slightly out of breath, Agent Coulson says, "That's...exactly what it is...miss Callahan," as he comes in through the door. Then knocks, a bit late. "We are the representatives of the world's governments, and are answerable to them. So how we treat you has to remain professional. Especially in this situation."

Leah turns, looking at the agent, then frowns a little and stands behind Kara. "Like, when two of your agents were trying to kidnap me?"

Coulson has the grace to blush a little.

Kara Zor-El nods a little with Leah, frowning also, and looks at Coulson. "But that's why we're here. So I can help with this interrogation, in case it was not as 'unofficial' as they're claiming it was. Which for their sake, they should hope it wasnt. In any case, we're going to find out every last person involved." she says with her arms crossed, protective of her friend Leah. "So when is this interrogation happening?"

Leah crosses her arms for a moment, trying to look tough like Kara. She quickly realizes that she doesn't really look tough when she does that; she looks like she's being pouty. So she settles for scooping up a cookie from the tabletop and nibbling on it instead. Government cookies.

Agent Coulson says, "Interrogation room A, I'm ready to take you both there now." He turns, moving to lead the way without wasting time. While he goes, he says, "I would like to clear something up though, specifically to you, Miss Callahan. I don't think I'm qualified to approach the overall problems but I do want to make sure you know what we do here. It's not spy stuff, like you seem to think it is."

Well, there is some spy stuff. Enough to make the rumours seem to fit, he supposes.

Kara Zor-El follows Coulson to the Interrogation room, but says, "I don't know. Seems like spy stuff to me. Somehow the idea that you're all intimidated by me and decided the best way to get info on me would be to kidnap my friend isnt that far fetched. Best case scenario? You have people in your own organization who are doing it without the people in charge knowing. In any case, thanks for letting us be here for the interrogation."

Coulson provides seats in front of a window - actually a mirror on the other side. "This is a mirror on the other side," he explains. "The agents will be bringing in the problem in just a moment. There is spy stuff done, Miss Supergirl. It's just not the point. Actually, Miss Leah is the reason we work here."

Leah blinks as she's blamed for SHIELD. "Wait what? I'm just a cosplayer, nobody ever accused me of starting wars or anything."

At that moment, the door opens and two hancuffed people are led in toward metal seats that are bolted to the floor.

Kara Zor-El rolls her eyes. "Stop calling me Miss Supergirl. It's like me calling you Mister Agent. My name's Kara Zor-El. And Leah isn't any sort of threat either." She watches as the men are brought into the interrogation room and watches them. She'd have an idea if they were hiding something if the SHIELD interrogators didn't.

Coulson shakes his head, turning to look at the group inside. The two handcuffed agents are a male and a female, with a matching pair of male and female interrogators. They start in on the two immediately. But Coulson watches, he continues to explain as if it matters to him personally.

"SHIELD isn't just a way to get a whole bunch of letters together. It's actually called that because we're here to shield the normal civilians from the odd stuff that goes on in the world these days. That's the point. We are supposed to react to threats, and the primary job is to protect civilians from having to deal with it. And when we can't, we act to prevent it in the future. We're the line you have to cross in order to get to the people."

As he looks at the two who've made a mockery of his work, his heart speeds up. He's not happy with these two. Not at all.

Of course, it would help if they were talking. Inside the room, the guy says, "It was orders from above. We don't know who gave them to us." Lie.

The girl says, "Director Fury gave me direct orders to take Leah the first time. We were acting on less specific directives from then on." Truth. Wait, they're not making sense. They can't both be lying and telling the truth.

Kara Zor-El frowns. "She's telling the truth about Director Fury, and he's lying about not knowing who gave the orders." She looks at Coulson. "So much for this being some rogue operation." she says, tightening her fists.

Leah crosses and uncrosses her legs uncomfortably. This is her first interrogation. "Maybe this Fury guy is crooked," she suggests, which gets Agent Coulson to finally turn away from the interrogation window to stare at her incredulously.

"You don't know Director Fury, Miss Leah. Supergirl, this isn't the whole story. There's no way that it could be, Fury is a seriously ...well, he's a crafty son of a bitch, to be blunt." Might get written up. Probably not. The team all knows it's true. "There's got to be more involved here if he's giving the orders, but there's no way to tell. He's been away for a week now, and only contacts us through the headset radio."

Kara Zor-El frowns. "Well like I said days ago... I'd like to talk to him face to face to find out what the hell is going on?" She pauses. "I insist. Because I'm with Leah right now. It's beginning to look like either your good Director is crooked, or this whole organization is."

Agent Coulson says, as he looks at the two being interrogated further, "I'm not." Truth. He honestly believes everything he says, even if he's not telling everything. This organization is his life. "But if Agent Fury ordered me to do something wrong, I'd confront him on it. I might do it if he had a good enough reason. Sometimes you have to do that. But it'd have to be really good." Leaning forward to the speaker, he says, "What were his reasons for giving the orders?" to get the team to focus on that question.

Inside, the team starts in on that question. No response. They either didn't ask, and followed orders blindly, or they're idiots.

Kara Zor-El keeps frowning, but Kryptonian senses are better than a lie detector, and either Coulson's one of the best liars ever, or he was telling the truth. "I bet I could make them answer the question." she says, watching as the SHIELD interrogators hit no response.

Agent Coulson was chosen for this particular job, with this particular timing, because of his beliefs. Because if he dealt with Supergirl, she'd know that he was the real deal, and that not every SHIELD agent was a bullshit artist.

Leah however is sitting there looking stunned. "I wonder if I should be doing more with my life," she mumbles to herself. This is all so big. People actually doing what Kara does. She's out of her depth.

Inside, however, the two captive agents have started to repeat themselves. There's something odd about it, something that doesn't make sense. But Coulson spots it, even if nobody else does.

"They've been coached. This is all bullshit, damnit, I should have spotted it. Both of them were coached on how to handle us if we caught them, this is wasting our time." He punches the wall window, right pissed off now!

Kara Zor-El frowns. "I don't think they've been coached on how to handle me." Then with a blur, she's gone, then she's in the interrogation room with the door tossed inward.

"I think I've been pretty patient..." she says as she walks towards the suspects. "But if you guys can't get them to talk? Well... I can."

The two are bolted to the floor. Rather, their chairs are. They're cuffed at the hands and feet to the chairs. The two agents doing the interrogation pull back as the door flies open, making sure they're out of the line of fire. One of them starts to protest that they have it under control.

The people in the chairs however, start to sweat. "That was a two inch steel door.."

Agent Coulson sees Kara burst in and blinks, jumps a bit, then sits back in his chair and crosses his arms.

Leah looks at him. She's a bit more used to what Kara does. "Aren't you going to try and stop her?"

Coulson raises an eyebrow. Not smiling, no not at all. "Nope." Then he reaches for his coffee. Mm. Dark roast.

Kara Zor-El nods. "Yeah. So let's think about what I can do to you? You're going to tell me exactly why Director Fury gave that order, or I'm going to take both of you up to 10,000 feet, then drop you. Now I know what you might be thinking. She's a superhero like her cousin. She's wouldnt actually kill us. First off... I'm not my cousin. I didn't grow up on this planet, and I don't have the same feeling that all humans are wonderful. I think a lot of you people are horrible, and I think I might get a good night's sleep if I know that neither of you will be able to bother my friends again. Second?" she says as she grips them by the scruffs of their shirts, her eyes glowing red as she fires out heat vision at the bottom of the chairs - right through the table like it was made of butter. The chairs are now no longer 'bolted' to the floor. She pulls them off of the ground, still in their seats. "I've been trained by the Amazons. And they really don't have the same problems with being particularly ruthless with their enemies. And you know what? You guys are really close to being my enemies if you don't start answering the questions NOW."

Leah grins and wishes for popcorn at this point. See, this is the Kara she's getting used to. She crosses her legs, then drops her feet quickly as she realizes she's probably showing off her underpants. Not that anyone's looking her way right now. Even Coulson has his eyes locked on the scene inside.

Where two agents of SHIELD dangle from Kara Zor-El's hands. A very upset Kara Zor-El.

With a bit less aplomb, the male agent says, "We didn't ask, you don't ask our boss why you're ...I mean Fury why you're being ordered to do things!" Half-lie, half truth. He let something slip there, and is angry with himself for saying it.

A glare from the female verifies it, but she keeps her cool. "Nobody asks the director of SHIELD to explain his orders! Really! He's ...the director! We were doing our jobs!" Which is sufficiently jumbled with part truths to be hard for Kara to guess on. She's better than he is at this.

Kara Zor-El looks at each of them. "Eeenie, meenie, miney, mo." She tosses the girl in the chair back onto the floor. "He'll give me the answers I want, or I'll be back for you." she says, sounding all serious. Then she's gone again, with the man. According to SHIELD'S tracking, she winds up about 3000 feet above the Helicarrier and about a mile to the east, holding him with one hand. "Let me get rid of this chair first..." she says. Her eyes again glow red, and fires some more heat vision at the manacles chaining him to the chair, causing the chair to fall far.... far.... far down. She then looks at him. "We're going to play a game, okay? It's called Truth or Consequences. You're going to tell me the truth, or there are going to be very bad consequences for you." She looks down. "Long way down...." Then looks back at him.

"If Fury gave you these orders, why was it so easy for you to follow through on them? According to Coulson, if a commanding officer gives you illegal orders, a good SHIELD agent wouldnt follow through with it. Why did you?"

Kara Zor-El says, "What REASON did he give?"

"He didn't give any reasons!" Truth. And terror, apparently he's afraid of heights. Or falling. Or landing. Probably landing. Losing sight of the chair, he gulps and looks at Kara. Not a lot better, even if she is cute, but he's so far beyond cute right now. Terror turns off that part of your head.

The guy is sweating right through his shirt. "We get our orders through FURY!" True, but he's not ...oh. Through fury. Right. So he's saying that they came from someone over Fury's head, first. Nice to know that, finally. And he clamps his jaw shut, not going any further. Nope. Gonna die first. Nope.

Kara Zor-El frowns. "Funny thing, I don't think you're telling me everything. Lucky for me there are two of you to ask. Bye!" she says waving at him with her free hand. Then lets go, letting him drop. She crosses her arms and waits to see how far he falls before he's reaching terminal velocity so she can swoop down and catch him to ask him the question again. One thing that Batman taught her? Fear's a good motivator for making anyone start talking, if they really think that you'll follow through.

Once he's fallin about 1000 feet, Kara swoops down, catches him, and flies back up again to 3000 feet above the helicarrier. "On second thought..." she says, readjusting her arm so that she's holding him upside down by his leg, "I'll give you one more chance before I move on to your partner. What are you not telling me?"

Agent Rudyard, that being his name, dangles from Kara's hand. His eyes are mostly whites at this point. For all his training, he's still young enough to fear falling on a level that bypasses the brain pretty hard. He's actually crying. Not sobbing, but his eyes are all leaky.

His voice is pretty broken up too, and coughing and breathing hard makes it hard to understand, but the basic message is clear: Fury gives us our orders, he gets them from someone that's not SHIELD, and we have a location to meet in case of a desperate need to meet in secret. It's at x,y location off the coast near a cliffside on a small secluded atoll. And he's wet himself.

Oh, also the communicators are being monitored.

Kara Zor-El flies back to the Helicarrier, to the interrogation room, and drops the guy on the ground. "I got what we need. By the way, I think he needs to get cleaned up." She heads back into the room with Leah and Coulson. "Got a location. I think we need a plan to talk to Fury and whoever's pulling his strings."

Leah and Coulson are still sitting when Kara returns. He's been talking with her a little; nothing serious, but it's obvious that she has a bit of respect for him. Wariness, definitely still, but he's a pretty impressive person. That sticks in her mind. "Oh hey, win for the Supergirl team!" That was Leah.

Agent Coulson motions to have the captive taken away, and nods respectfully to Supergirl. He says, "We'll have a team ready in five minutes," and raises his hand to his ear communicator. "Team seven..."

Kara Zor-El puts her hand over the communicator before he can talk into it. "Um... no. If this is coming from Fury, he's probably got people in place in SHIELD. I.... sort of trust you." She pauses. "Or at least I don't think you had anything to do with this. But I don't trust any of the other people here. We're going to do this without SHIELD communications."

Leah gets up, looking worried. She's doing well to keep together, though she's really not trained for this kind of stuff. "Wait, I've seen this kind of thing on TV. We can't talk to anyone? Why not?"

"What she means, is that SHIELD is compromised, Miss Callahan." Agent Coulson looks Kara in the eyes, his expression grave. "I have a small group of people who I trust with my life, but most of them are not accessable right now. We have what's close at hand to work with, which is mostly clerks and low level personnel that I don't have full dossiers on." He does not look impressed. "Miss Zor-El, can I count on your assistance? I appear to need backup."

Kara Zor-El nods. "You couldn't stop me from helping on this anyway when it involves Leah." She holds Leah's hand. "Sokay, we'll get to the bottom of this, I'm promising you that." she says, mostly to Leah.

Coulson quickly calls up a map on his datapad of available resources. "Greatly appreciated. From both of you. This is the location of the problem area. I could really use a scouting run, preferably stealthy. While you're doing that, I'll see what I can scrounge in the way of a team. Please."

Kara Zor-El looks at the datapad. "I can do that either from orbit or just with speed." She pauses and looks at Leah with concern, still not trusting her to be at SHIELD, even if with Coulson. "You'll be okay while I'm gone right? If anything happens just call me okay?"

Agent Coulson nods, turning his head to Kara. "I will keep her safe. When we're in the field, your primary duty will be to do the same." He isn't kidding, giving Kara orders she's already going to follow. But to him, it's primarily to make Leah feel safer in this situation.

Leah is wondering if she's going to be armed. "I'm gonna..mostly stay out of the way," she says as she looks for something useful to do and realizes that her life's skill set is not actually useful in an emergency unless someone is bleeding. Well, there's that. "Medic if you need it."

Coulson says, "I'll be relying on you, please equip yourself from the medical cabinet behind you miss Callahan," without looking. Polite, but very business right now. Scanning through the quick-line dossiers of what he's got handy, he frowns then hesitates over one entry. Then he makes a choice and double-taps it, activating Cecannia Eirissach as one of his only choices he's got. She's close. And should be receiving a message to join them in the interrogation room...now.

And then she's gone in a blur.

Cecannia Eirissach is close, by virtue of having been roped over into repairing one fo the nearby coffee machines then that was out of order and otherwise favored by the black ops. So now, with an arc welder setup against over one of the panels of said machine, and a large rotating power saw in the other, she just stared over at one of the clogged cleaning tubes. "That's raw hydrocloric acid.." In almost awe then at the filters, and what was failing to clear said filters as she took the arc welder down..

Just in time to get a priority recall on her comm as she went to take up her signal to her cheek, "Uhm, what's the recall for? No one wants to risk the Hound when she's not had her proper.. Whatever the frak goes into.." Nat was deadly when she hadn't had her usual few dozen cups of condensed..

Kara Zor-El flies up into high orbit over the coordinates on Coulson's datapad and starts watching the area carefully to find where the meet-up point is. She'd do a quick flyby afterwords but first things first. It didn't help, though, that she was distracted by listening for Leah, just in case that Coulson guy was just a really good actor. It happens. Rarely. Like Batman being able to lie to her face and her not detecting it.

Leah heads to the cabinet, noting the full medical gear available, and nods. This, she's familiar with. Starts packing a proper emergency kit with confidence and experience. She was a real nurse, this is her job. Was her job. Til SHIELD got her fired. Or not SHIELD. Whatever. Deal with the situation at hand, panic later.

Having expected a quicker response, Phil reminds himself that Cecannia is not a full field agent for a reason and starts putting together available weaponry. He also commandeers the two agents who were doing the interrogation under the assumption that they're only marginally suspect, having been under Kara's scrutiny for some time. They can pilot and backup. When Cecannia arrives, there is a field kit ready for her.

Cecannia Eirissach goes to arrive, welding torch in hand and not really having an idea of waht is going on. She pauses, blinks over at the Cheese, and gives a quick salute in confusion as she sees the field kit, "Ah, Sir? What is going on?" She looks over at the other two agents in confusion then, her hands dropping over to the kit. Confused, but obeying an order.

Leah's got a pack in her hand, but looks no more military than she did before except for her bearing. Posture often defines us, and she looks like she's on the job now.

Agent Coulson looks her over quickly and gives her a smile. Which looks a little forced; he's not used to appraising civilians for combat missions. Then to Cecannia. "Do not use your communicator unless directly ordered by me, Agent. We have a leak and I need you. I'm activating you as the only appropriate resource for this mission. We have a very volatile situation and time is limited." He waits for a response as the other two agents move to get us a ride.

There's a confused look from Cecannia, but the woman just nods, "Understood Sir." Not asking questions. "Are there any other instructions or rules of engagement to follow?" Her going to tkae up the field kit over to her side then and quickly strap on the composite armor, helmet, and take out the compact needler pistol.

Coulson says, "Standard operating procedure, Agent. We'll figure it out when we get there. We have a civilian as well, meet Miss Callahan, nurse and package to be protected." He looks at his pad, verifies the flight order, and says, "We're ready." Grabs a gun.

Cecannia Eirissach glances over at Leah and gives a nod, "Understood Sir." She glances over at Laeh, "Please remain close to me at all times, and otherwise whenever possible remain in cover."

Leah spreads her hands a bit, having not been exactly planning to dive into enemy fire. "Do my best. I think I'm mainly along because we're not sure who to trust." She waits by the door til she's told what to do.

Coulson leads the way out, heading for the hangar where a VTOL is waiting. Vertical take-off and landing, sufficient size for everyone. "We'll set up once we have recon, our reconnaisance unit should be arriving momentarily."

Cecannia Eirissach looks over at Leahf or a few moments, still confused then but just accepting orders or orders, "Aye Aye Ma'am. We all do what we have to." Apparently psychology in a crisis situation is not something her training covers.

Sitting over inside the jet, Cecnania looks over at the controls wistfully for a few moments a sher fingers twitch in the normal manner, and she sighs.

On queue, Kara (aka Supergirl) lands by the plane. "You're sure you gave me the right coordinates? Because I'm pretty sure that guy was telling me the truth. It almost looked TOO barren. It's a beach about 2 miles across, sheer cliffs on both ends. No signs of life - no heartbeats or anything. Almost like it was cleaned up recently. Especially since the surrounding area does have animal life." She pauses and looks over at CeeCee, and gives a tentative wave.

Agent Coulson says, "Reconnaisance...and heavy artillery," as Supergirl arrives. Not without a sense of humour. He pauses and looks at Cecannia, smiling a bit. "Your file says you're cleared on this aircraft, Agent. Take the helm." He motions to the other agent who is taking the copilot seat.

Leah grabs Kara in a hug, really needing one right now. "We're worried. You didn't find anything? Like, nothing?"

Which makes Coulson turn his chair to look. "So...no obvious targets to engage. We need to draw them out somehow, assuming something is hidden."

Kara Zor-El shakes her head. "Nothing. And that's really unusual. I mean... even with X-ray vision, electromagnetic vision, telescopic vision. I even went out of orbit and did a close flyby - don't worry, I was moving faster than digital cameras can register - and nothing."

Cecannia Eirissach just sighs over at Coulson, and goes to hold up her hands. Which, fingers are still shaking from. NOt out of fear.. Just out of normalcy. "Able to pilot and should pilot are two different things, Sir." Her hands are a major reason why she's not a field agent. But, if prodded she would take it then over.

There's a light frown on her face as she picks up what Coulson is saying to LEah and Kara, "Well, Sir, if they're well enough dug in otherwise they didn't react to a flyby.. Perhaps it's time to just otherwise knock the barn door down?"

Agent Coulson frowns at the thought, but gives a slight nod. "I won't insist, but it's good to have a co-pilot who can fly these. I can't. I'd prefer to find a less obvious approach than starting with a missile attack though. Basic tactics suggest we keep something for backup. If we go in guns blazing, we give away all of our cards right away. Did you land at all, Miss Zor-El?"

Leah keeps her hand up, sitting in her seat and buckling in.

Kara Zor-El shakes her head. "No, I didn't land. Thought you wanted it to be stealthy." She shrugs a little. "Not to mention I didn't see any doors to break down in the first place. Maybe it's... I don't know.... cloaked in some way that was able to hide even from several types of my vision? And hearing? And... well... everything else?"

Kara Zor-El crosses her arms. "Not like I even saw any lead, which would have at least been SOMETHING."

Cecannia Eirissach rubs her head, "Well Sir, given we're up against an unknown adversary that has the capabilities to otherwise maintain a secure underlook against her level of enhanced senses as well as not register over on any form of satellite or psychic scanning.." She's just assumign that Agent Coulson has done his normal levels of thoroughness. "Either we're dealing with someone with a massively reinforced base that has extensive xenoterrestrial tech and likely magical or off-planet support or access.." She tries to think quickly of other possibilities.

"So, in all likeliness Sir if they're that well shielded and secure we're not going to have a successful breach or infiltration with a.. Crew such as this and not able to call in specialists for a controlled breach. Given we lack the assets for a mobile assault otherwise it is a viable tactical action to do a quick strafing run which will likely have them respond wtih all thier assets and scramble thier defense positions and reveal themselves and blow thier cover. Otherwise, we're going to have to go in with what we hav eon hand. If they're shielded against the Kryptonian's probing they'll have extremely heavy and likely specialized artillery and weaponry within the facility and likely will be already aware of her presence and flyby by virtue of having a shielded facility in the first place from such. So.."

Coulson motions for take-off so we can at least be on our way while we plan. The VTOL starts up, and the group is off. "Noted, Agent. Miss Callahan, you have another option?" He nods appreciatively of Cecannia's tactical analysis, but wants to get Fury back today so he needs to get us in gear. "Will keep it in mind, but with Supergirl here we can just ask her to hit the ground with a foot."

Leah smiles a bit, lowers her hand, and says, "I'd like to volunteer to walk out into the field. They don't know that we're coming, and Kara can save me if anything less than a lightspeed attack comes my way. And they got into this to get information out of me; they know I'm not a threat, but I'm involved."

Coulson says, to Kara, "I didn't mean to suggest that you had lande...I'm sorry what?" Then to Leah, "Are you certain you're not a combat agent? That's pretty ballsy, Miss Callahan." Hey, he was surprised.

Kara Zor-El looks over at Leah. "Are you sure, Leah?" she asks, concerned. It's one thing to assume that she can save Leah from pretty much any attack. But she hadnt been going out looking for risks to her friend. That was sort of the whole point of this. To protect Leah.

Cecannia Eirissach is an analyst for a reason. Namely, the capability to take the blindingly obvious that can be summarized in one sentence and turn into roughly ten minutes worth of narrative which makes things much less coherent than the five word summary. "Ah, Sir, I will note that is a very, very bad idea in general. Whatever it is while it will likely set off whatever alerts they have on the perimeter it is likely to lead to an immediate neutralization of the civilian."

A thump, and the plane settles to the ground. Agent Coulson says, "And about to be immaterial, since we've arrived. Kara Zor-El, I charge you with making sure that Miss Callahan gets out of this alive. Leah Callahan, I hereby deputize you to the forces of SHIELD as a temporary assignment. Agent Eirissach, you are to man the main gun of this vehicle. Snap to it, people."

Leah goes a little pale, and grabs Kara's hand tightly. Then lets it go. The door opens to the outside, and he sunny breezy day.

Outside the plane, we have a good view of an open field that leads to lowered areas and several cliffs. There are a couple of ways to get down to the area below, though we're far enough off that there's a bit of a walk involved. Leah looks at Kara, then grins and starts to jog toward the way down. Which involves some climbing on her part.

The plane starts up so that Cecannia on the turret can get a good angle if needed, with the gun being able to fire from a mile away at maximum range. Very big, very nice gun.

And, skipping forward again, Leah gets down to the beach and gets sand in her shoes immediately. Grumbling, she walks out into the target zone, expecting some kind of interception. Or a land mine. Or a trap door. Possibly godzilla. She's seen too many movies.

Cecannia Eirissach is otherwise workign at getting setup over in the heavy autogun turret then. Quickly strapping herself over into the module, working at setting up the console then and bracing herself over into it. She goes gto run through a few quick target profiles before she goes to cross her fingers together and whisper a quick prayer then as she goes to work over the crosshairs and wait for the situation to develop, not liking this one bit.

"Well. If this isn't just the cat's f*cking meow."

A voice from the right draws Leah's attention. Deep, heavily sarcastic, and the voice makes Agent Coulson grab his weapon from the holster. But not attack. As Director Fury steps out of thin air and starts to approach Leah. He doesn't appear armed, but does he ever actually look armed?

Kara sees a slight residue of gamma particles in the area he stepped out of, that vanish nearly instantly. He doesn't seem immediately dangerous at this time, big black guy with an eye patch and a suit.

Cecannia Eirissach has strapped herself in then, and then just blinks over as she quickly turns her attention over to Coulson, "Ah, Sir?" Her hand is drpoping just a few inches down over towards the pistol that is holstered over at her side then. "Why is the Director's Son down there?" THey're not interfering over with a scantioned op are they?

Agent Coulson nods to Cecannia, saying, "Target, fire if necessary," as he turns at the sound of a scuffle. Something going on down in the cabin, he goes to investigate.

At that time, on the beach, Leah is looking at Fury. "Hi. I'm supposed to come here. They didn't say why."

Fury rolls his eye, then says, "Seriously. This couldn't be a more obvious trap if my kid sister had written it in kindergarten. Considering I don't have a kid sister, let's go with the fact that this was a dumb-ass plan and I'm done with you." He reaches out, fast, and picks Leah up by her shirt with one hand. Easily.

At that moment, Agent Phil Coulson falls to the ground in the cockpit doorway of the plane, unconscious with a lump forming on the back of his head. There appears to be a problem in the plane.

Kara Zor-El flies in quickly, as soon as Fury grabbed and lifted Leah off the ground. She grabs Fury's wrist and squeezes it in order to force the Director to open his hand and let go of Leah, though as far as Kara was concerned, he should be lucky that she wasnt going to snap his wrist. "Let go of her!" Coulson was the one that was piloting. Without someone over at the helm, the SHIELD Jet goes to SLAM sideways. Cecannia, who had strapped herself over tightly into the gunner's position is slammed HARD over into the side of her braces as the jet goes topsy turvy before the autopilot kicks in, likely putting the jet over in a tranquil hover then as it just uses it's VTOL capabilities to likely rest in place in midair.

For Cecannia, scrambling over wtih her hand halfway down to her thigh to draw her needler, the gun goes scattering down the hull of the craft, her being slammed hard up against the heavy restraints she had slipped into designed to stabilize against the firing recoil of the heavy machine gun turret as her gaze goes white, her commlink being knocked off her cheek as the craft rights itself, her fingers scrambling and flailing for the emergency release on her restraints.

With the pilot, Philip Coulson, knocked out by one of the two 'trusted' agents, the plane went into a temporary out-of-control state. The autopilot kicked in quickly, but Cecannia finds herself in the situation of being in a plane with no idea who's an enemy and who's a friend. Coming down from the turret, because she really needs to get back to covering the situation outside, she finds herself facing off against one of the two. In the cockpit, she can see two unconscious people. Phil and the other agent. So it's just her and him, both armed. He smiles, facing off against a coffee machine repairgirl.

Director Fury drops Leah, nodding to Kara, and says, "About time, Supergirl. I thought this show was never going to get underway. You can go, Leah." He nods to Leah, who backs up a few steps. Then turns and gets the hell out of the way! She's not stupid. "Don't die, Kara!" aw, she's worried.

Nick Fury grins with the right side of his lips at Kara, then says, "Go ahead. Make me do anything, Supergirl. Anything at all." Blink. Blink.

Meanwhile:

Cecannia Eirissach's gun is hanging down the side of the corridor. Her hands are shaking too much to aim it anyways - it's not as if firing a weapon inside a cramped aircraft is the safest idea anyways. As she hits the emergency release and jumps her way up fron her seat, her ribs already painfully bruised by being slammed, she goes to start cursing over in Russian, then switching over to Hebrew, then to Farsi and Arabic as she starts maniacally mixing languages in obscneities.

The short gist of it being as the girl drops into a barely remembered KRav Magda stance that she hasn't used in well over a decade and never quite managed to ever do properly at all either even when she was still partially trained in it. Probably best that no one is here to hear said obscneities or able to translate them.

Back on the beach:

Kara says, "Fine, here's what you can do..." She punches Fury in the chest a lot harder than she would any normal human. To Supergirl's surprise, she doesnt punch a hole through him, but just makes him slide backwards. "You could tell me where the real Director Fury is. Really convincing robot, by the way." she says, frowning.

Up in the plane, the agent fires on Cecannia and wings her in the shoulder before she's too close to use the gun on. He swears and tries to hit her with the pistol, making the classic blunder of still focusing on the weapon after the fight has gone into hand to hand range. Cecannia actually has a momentary advantage! And a gunshot wound.

Director Fury says, "It really is a work of art," as he straightens up, his head lolling to one side slightly. "I've fooled SHIELD for weeks. How did you detect it if you don't mind my asking? Unless you start with super powered punches on all your foes." He talks very calmly, but the body is attacking with hyper-strong punches of its own. The head doesn't seem to be attached quite as well anymore, though. Which is just creepy, with Fury's face on it.

Her ribs are bruised despite the padded armor she'd worn from the field kit. The next shot that wings her shoulder essentially leaves her arm in a painful twist. The other agent outweighs her by a marin, she's hurt and exhausted, and likely has far better hand to hand combat skills than she does and she doesn't have any other weapons immediatley on her.

Or wait, actually.. Her field pack included the dumped coffee grinds that she'd, for whatever reason, taken along with her out of marveling at how thoroughly they'd clogged up the ancient coffee machine used by the black ops division that had resisted acid, flame, and suffering to cleanse. She goes to throw it as hard as she can with her arm that's still otherwise mostly obeyind the commands of her body upand over to the face while her opponent is making a grab for the gun.

"SON OF A WHOREMONGERING GOAT HERDER!" Yiddish has far, far better swears than this. Really! But it's the best she can come up wtih as she launches coffee grinds likely as invulnerable as Kal-El's spitcurl in the enemy agent's face at speeds like a rugby lob.

Kara Zor-El frowns. "The breathing and blinking was too regular. Most people are more random with that, so I took a closer look." She points at her eyes. "And since I can see down to the atomic level, it's pretty clear that you're not human. Which means I don't have to hold back nearly as much." She then swings her fist at his head, knocking it clear off the body.

In the order that they happened:

The agent facing off against CeeCee in the plane gets ahold of his gun. Just as he gets rancid, month-old and heavily overused black coffee grounds in his eyes. Which could be used as a replacement for tear gas if needed and if you could get enough of it without killing someone. He clutches his face, blinded and waving his gun like a drunkard.

Kara knocks the head clean off of Nick Fury as Leah watches from her point not too far away. It sails off, sparking as the fist imprint is the last thing it ever sees. But the body doesn't fall, oddly. It actually swings on Kara's head with a fist after it's lost it's head!

"I feel I should introduce myself, Supergirl. An artist hates his work to go unknown. I am Arnim Zola, genius roboticist." A plate lights up in the robot's chest, and a male white face with circular glasses appears. "I've spent a great deal to make this robot. We shall see whose work is greater." Apparently it doesn't actually need a head.

Long distance to Cecannia Eirissach: Leah can have Coulson wake up and assist if that works for you. Seventh rule of combat - control the flow of combat. Do not give your opponent an avenue to control the pace of it. Particularly when outmatched. Cecannia only has one arm that's responding to commands, bruised ribs, but now she quickly sees an enemy that, at the very least can't draw an effective bead on her. So she charges in, intent on trying to give he ropponent a body check and to try and slam him back over into the hull of the jet. It likely won't injure him much given he's still in combat armor, but hopefully it will make him drop the gun.

Kara Zor-El smirks. Creepy. She knocks off the head and it grows another one in its chest on a screen. Kara realllllly didnt like robots for reasons she hasnt told even Kal yet. "Big talk considering I just knocked off its head." She makes sure Leah's a safe distance away. "Lucky for me - I don't really have a problem with busting up robots."

The rogue agent goes back, but rights himself as he uses his superior body strength. Cecannia's given him the ability to get a grip on her, and she finds herself slammed to the ground instead of him with brute force. He's a pretty tough guy, and she's out of practice. Looking up at him with bruises and pain, she sees him take out his gun, aim it at her, and there's a gunshot sound.

And the agent topples over, falling at Cecannia's feet, his gun unused. Agent Coulson looks up from the entryway with a smoking pistol and a bruise on his head. He looks at Cecannia, then at the agent, and says, "I never liked him." Then starts trying to get up. "Come on, we have a job to finish."

The robot that Kara's facing off against (pun intended) seems really odd. The face talking in the chest is odd and scientific, but the body is Director Fury's. He misses Kara a few times, not able to move fast enough, and Arnim Zola says, "It was not important. I did not even use vibranium for that, since it required highest flexibility to fool the humans. Faces are so difficult to make believable." The eyes glance toward Leah for a second, then he smiles creepily at her.

Leah backs off a bit more. "Kara, please make it stop."

Cecannia Eirissach slowly rises up, one of her arms numb from the pain and the gunshot wound, which was a graze and she gives a quick check to make sure she's not bleeding out from. She'll deal with it later. "Ah, Sir..?" She slowly forces herself up right as the corpse is rolled off her. "I think present circumstances are.." The visual shows Kara fighting over with the Fury-Bot and all the confusion the agent can muster. "Permission to state we're out of our league?"

Kara Zor-El nods. "Was just about to do that, Leah." She attempts to remote the creepy smile as she throws another punch at the robot's chest-face. She barely held back at all, and yet whatever this vibranium was that the robot had in it was, it seemed to be capable of absorbing the kinetic energy of Kara's punch!

"Not til after the mission, Agent Eirissach. After we're done, I'll accept that statement and you can choose not to be involved. For now, I need you on the gun turret." He looks from the doorway to Cecannia, his eyes believing in her. "Can you do it?"

Arnim Zola, in full robot combat, keeps taking Kara's punches and being moved around. "You will have to think better, not muscle better, Supergirl. It also will not do to toss me into the sun, because there are ...well, we'll let that be a secret for now. No, you must beat me fair and square or not at all."

But for all the vaunted power, a vibranium robot is not the equal of a vibranium shield for one very important reason. Shields such as Captain America's do not have joints. The robot most certainly does, and joints are inherently weaker.

Cecannia Eirissach takes a breath, "Yes sir, I can, if accuracy isn't going to be an issue." Orders are orders. Deal with the crisis first, complain about things after. She goes back over to the turret, moving to strap herself in then and take a seat as she goes to draw up the gun. One hand resting on the turret as she uses her knees to brace and ready to rotate it.

Arnim Zola swings on Kara again, his creepy face in the frame mocking Kara's efforts. "Red Skull keeps praising your abilities. I expected more out of you, Supergirl." He tries to punch her in the face, the robot moving steadily and strong.

Kara Zor-El grabs the fist as the robot Fury tries to punch her. Dang, she was thinking about throwing it into the sun actually before Zola said that. She notices at htat point that this vibranium metal absorbed based on impact area, so the joints were a lot less capable of taking whatever type of kinetic energy it absorbed. "Oh that's just swell. Not creepy at all that some guy with a skull head from like.... 70 years ago is impressed with me. Impress this!" she says as she pulls at the arm while, at the same time, using her other hand tl smash through the shoulder joint, detaching the arm from the robot's body.

The VTOL gets a pilot again, as Coulson gets into his seat, and the ship moves in to get a view on the target area again. Just in time to see Kara rip the right arm off of the Zola bot with a beautiful combination move. "Hm. Well trained." He gets a look around, trying to identify any hostiles, and signals Cecannia to scan the bushes where he thinks there might be a group of troops. With Leah still on the field, they need to make sure that she's safe while Kara is busy with the primary threat.

Zola's face sparks as the arm is torn off, and he says, "Now that, was truly well done," and uses his remaining arm to try and hit Kara again. "Excellent move, but have you forgotten something?" He seems so insufferably smug, and is still trying to hit her.

Cecannia Eirissach slowly moves to work around. With having to use her legs to help brace the rotating weapon and only one arm able to press at it, she calls, "Rotate us thirty degrees by fourty five along the compass." She can't rotate the weapon to bring it to bear without also shifting the jet itself. "What kind fo ammunition is the standard loadout?"

Kara Zor-El brings up her other arm to stop the robot's other fist. "Actually ..." she says as she squeezes the other arm, "... I was just wondering what happens when two things made of vibranium hit each other..."

At which point Kara takes the arm that she tore off and tries to slam it through the chest-plate that she ineffectively hit moments before.

Agent Coulson says, "FSDS rounds are the basic load," the fin-stabilized discarding sabot. Able to pierce all the way through the armored hide of a battleship and do serious damage to the interior. Cecannia is wielding enough offensive power to take down cold war Russia. But it would do no good in this fight and they both know it now.

Especially since Arnim Zola's masterpiece does an excellent job of blowing the hell up. Leah ducks for the ground, trying to keep her head down, as Kara ends the fight spectacularly, jamming the arm through the chest screen. And finally gets Zola's ugly face off the screen. It really does blow up well. Almost as if it had a detonation switch inside in case of losing the fight.

Cecannia Eirissach just grimaces, "All right. I can't shoot for accuracy at the moment so we'll just give the area a broadside then." She braces her knees up and over, reinforcing the straps over and ready to open up on the area as soon as the jet is aligned over then and ready to spray over the area in a strafing run.

Cecannia Eirissach goes to the normal solution when one does not have a good target lock but otherwise has widespread suppression abilities available. "Fire for effect!" The gun is set on a widespread of high velocity cannon along the area wherever anything mgith be. if there is anything there, it's being shredded.

After disabling the robot, Kara lets go of the arm that's embedded in the robot's now destroyed chest and rushes over to Leah when the sounds of gunfire start strafing the area to shield her from any possible stray fire.

Leah smiles at Kara, grinning a bit scaredly. "Fun date you turned out to be," she kids. But she's safe, and that counts. "Thanks, girl."

The VTOL comes in for a landing after Cecannia's strafed the area to see if there's any hidden transmitters, troops, or small game. She's a little bit trigger happy and Coulson doesn't stop her until they're both certain that there's nothing left to threaten anyone. But eventually the fun ends, and the plane lands. And as the door opens, Coulson and Cecannia come out. "Medic needed here. Did we get any intel on Fury's location?"

There is the sound of an incoming chopper, over the horizon.

Cecannia Eirissach takes a breath, "Well, from the looks ofthe surrounding area whatever Zola was using to broadcast his consciousness seemst o have been disrupted. I'm nto picking anything else up and over on the scanners than incoming which I'm hoping is not hostile." The choppers are, as she goes back to the Electronic Warfare seat broadcasting proper IFF, and they would probably be coming in for an attack run if hostile otherwise.

Kara Zor-El smiles at Leah, brushing away some stray bullets which hit against her back while Cecannia was clearcutting the beach of enemies. "I don't know. After what you were doing today, maybe I should start cosplaying as you instead. Cmon, let's get back to the chopper."

Leah nods to Kara, then raises a hand as she's called to medic duty. She kisses Kara's cheek, then moves to get pressure on Cecannia's wound and has a quick look at Coulson. A glance into the cabin, and she's a busy lady very quickly dealing with injuries.

And the helicopter breaches the horizon. Black chopper, small, two-person. It lands, and what appears to be another Nick Fury gets out! The second one today! He stands up, apparently not one of those people who's afraid of chopper blades, and walks toward the group. Eyepatch and all. Then he calls out, "I was wondering how god damn long it was going to take you people to deal with that."

There had better not be a discussion of removal of unwanted members of Hydra from the Hellicarrier. Sitting up as the Director approaches, Cecannia swings up her opposite arm (the relatively uninjured one) in a quick salute over then in a pained gesture and remains quiet then as she waits to be given more orders. She internally wonders how much of this was Fury waiting for just the right dramatic moment to arrive or otherwise just trying to pretend he was not caught completely over with the Contessa from Madripoor's affections again.

Kara Zor-El looks at Fury with confusion. "Wait... you're okay and not kidnapped or something?" She rubs the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me you weren't involved in this like some sort of test, because I already passed on throwing one person who looked like Fury into the sun."

Agent Coulson prudently keeps Fury covered from his seat, armed and not stupid. "We will need to verify your identity, sir," he says. Just in case.

Leah glances out, sees another Fury, blanches, and goes back to tending wounds.

Fury shrugs, then holds out his wrist to let Coulson do a blood test with a small machine. To Kara he says, "HELL, no! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get sunburn out of this suit? I detected a threat to my life and initiated standard level ten protocol." He seems cheerful enough, and also assumes that he won't have to explain.

Coulson chimes in, nodding. "Right. Any attempt on Fury's life must appear to succeed, or they'll try again. And again. It draws out the killer and lets secure forces act to deal with it. You went into deep cover and trusted us to do the job." Dick.

Kara Zor-El looks back and forth between Coulson and Fury, like this is some sort of regular thing. "Bwuh?" She looks over at Leah, then at the SHIELD agents. "SERIOUSLY? This is a normal thing you people do?"

Cecannia Eirissach looks over at Kara for a few moments, "This is standard operating protocols when senior command and field assets believe they are targeted by internally based threats." She allows. the fact that the elder Fury seems to have been working on a suntan is otherwise left unmentioned by her as she gives one eye a muted glare. At least as best as someone who is a junior agent can manage in any circumstances.

Fury looks at Kara, then says, "Most threats to my life are so trivial that they aren't even worth the bullet involved to deal with them, as Agent Eirissach says. I personally owe you my thanks for stepping in, Kara Zor-El. And yes, I am aware that this does not lead you to trust me. I can live with that." He seems ...well, it's Nick Fury.

Coulson sighs. It's been a long week. "Honestly it usually only happens once...or twice a year."

Fury looks at him and says, "You're forgetting the Turask invasion, Coulson."

"Ah. Yes, right. It's been a busy year."

Leah pipes up from the background and asks, "Can I shoot him myself?"

Cecannia Eirissach glances at Leah, "That would be unwise and otherwise be a needless instigation." Glancing over at Coulson. Per year.. Right.

At ease, she goes to lower her hand back to her side and then glances over at the KRyptonian for a moment before offering, "And you have our apologies for letting the situation escalate to this point and not resolving it before it required your intervention Ma'am."

Nick Fury winks at Cecannia with his good eye, something which he will in future deny ever happened. Agent Coulson however looks long-suffering and will also be at SHIELD trying to keep things sane. Their job suddenly doesn't look so tempting to Leah. Who is staunching wounds in the back area and cursing in Farsi. Wonder where she could have picked that habit up.

Cecannia Eirissach glances over at Leah, "If you accent it that way you're saying that the perpetrator engaged in acts of unwanted carnality with crossdressing chickens."

Kara Zor-El rubs her temples. "How come, if I'm invulnerable, do I feel like I have a headache from all this?" she murmurs to herself. Then shakes her head. "Okay well... long as Leah's not going to be in any danger from rogue SHIELD agents kidnapping her anymore." She looks over at Leah. "How about I take you home okay?"

Leah smiles. "As soon as I've got all these...wounds stabilized. God yes." She's still a nurse, for all that's happened.

Agent Coulson says, gently, "We'll want Miss Callahan back for a debriefing. We'd like to offer you counseling for the trauma you just had to go through, miss. Nothing invasive, and when you're ready."

Fury stands back and lets the much more socially acceptable members of his staff work with the civilian while he looks at Kara. "If you need counseling, or help, you let us know too. Believe it or not, I'm familiar with some other super heroes. They're people too, on occasion."

Leah is currently double-checking Cecannia's bandage, the last thing she has to get done tonight.

Kara Zor-El looks at Fury. "Um... yeah. I think I'll pass on the counselling. Sadly this isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to me since I came to this planet." She takes ahold of Leah after her friend is done with her nursely duties. Then continues as she floats up. "Might be one of the most ANNOYING things. Not the weirdest though." She looks over at Leah, "Cmon, lets go. When people who fake their own deaths as a matter of procedure are offering counselling services, it's time to go." She smiles and waves curtly. "But if I need anything in the future I'll make sure to let you know right away." She then looks back at Leah as she floats higher and says, "Not a chance." Then flies off with Leah. "Bye!"