The Cat Is In The Bag

by **Narrator** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:26 pm

The morning after the night at the hotel, when Dee woke up the first thing she would realize is that her arms were handcuffed behind her and they hurt as they'd been in this position for a bit. She could feel someone's arms pressed up against hers as if someone was sitting behind her in the same position. She was seated on a worn wooden chair. A quick look around placed them in a warehouse of some sort, the kind capable of handling shipping containers. Four of the large metal containers seemed to be arrayed around them, obscuring sight lines outside their immediate area. The person behind her made stirring noises and it sounded like Allison just based on the noises Dee was used to.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:30 pm

Her eyes bolt open as she takes in the scene.

"...this is why we can't have nice things," she mutters.

She starts trying to use her power to remove the handcuffs.

by **Narrator** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:38 pm

The handcuff shells themselves aren't much of a challenge. The inside is reinforced with a strip of very tough alloy different from the rest of the frame. If Allison's cuffs are constructed the same way, it's likely shifting would become a very painful experience for her as the shell would break, but the reinforcement bands wouldn't.

Outside the ring of shipping containers, several sets of footsteps approached including one very heavy set of footsteps.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:43 pm

Taking the material from both Allison's and her own handcuffs, she keeps her hands behind her back as if she's still handcuffed, shaping the material into a knife.

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:56 pm

With a labored groan of metal, the shipping container to Dee's right moved several feet to one side, giving her a glimpse towards what looked like closed loading doors. A couple of thuggish men with small submachineguns entered through the gap, taking up guard positions. They were followed by a man with brown hair and a scarred face, dressed in casual clothing. "Ah, good to see you're both awake," he said, the Irish lilt obvious in his voice, "I trust you both had a satisfying night's sleep?"

"O'Dell, you piece of shit," she heard Allison say.

"That's no way for an officer of the court to talk."

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:59 pm

"That eager to get back into prison, are you? You must miss the cooking."

She plants her feet on the concrete floor, feeling out the structure.

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:09 pm

"Oh, lass, you can't think you'll be getting out of this one. See, I've learned from my mistakes. This building's shielded, so no transmissions in or out for you to call that armor. And our mutual friend can't transform to get you out of it either. I've been assured by the finest people that that collar will keep the big cat in line." He paused, sticking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. "At least until I shoot her in the head. Then it won't really be necessary." He laughed and his goons laughed with him. There was a deep chuckle from the other side of the shipping container.

The structure itself was composed mostly of metal. The floor was heavily reinforced concrete as one would expect with a location that handle shipping containers of this size. Oddly enough, there were only a couple of other shipping containers in the building. How did London have room for all these semi-abandoned buildings?

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:15 pm

"If you wanted us dead, we'd be dead by now, but it's nice to hear you've done your homework."

She starts quietly molding the concrete around the gunmen and O'Dell's feet, aiming to have them sink down into it.

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:21 pm

O'Dell reached into his jacket, pulling out a pistol. "Oh, I want her dead," he gestured to Allison, "I just wanted her to see me do it. You're collateral damage I'm afraid. Bad business getting involved with a lawyer. They make all sorts of enemies." He levelled the pistol at Dee's head just under an arm's length away.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:25 pm

Once their feet are fully secured, Dee uses her power on the rebar reinforcing the concrete, causing it to snake out of the floor to jerk O'Dell and the other gunmen's hands away from where they're aimed.

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:33 pm

The three men give out cries of surprise and O'Dell's gun goes off, firing wildly off target. "Bruno!"

The shipping container that moved is yanked backwards, going tumbling away as a huge anthro-bear comes barreling in through the gap, charging Dee with a roar. Partway there he's bodychecked by Allison's massive form, roaring in pain as the sparking bits of an old-model "shock-style" suppression collar fall off behind her.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:36 pm

"Didn't do your homework nearly enough, O'Dell!"

She gets up from the chair, skirting around the conflict to stand behind O'Dell. She brings the blade of her knife up under his chin.

"Call him off."

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:46 pm

"You're bluffing, lass. I've dealt with you hero types before," he said, breathing shallowly all the same. "You don't have it in you."

Bruno bats Allison away, slamming her into one of the shipping crates and lumbering after her. Allison pulls herself out of the dent, her shoulder popping back into place as she braces.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:53 pm

"Oh, if you think I'm one of those, you really didn't do your homework on me."

"I arrived at that school fresh out of Pete Wisdom's spook show."

"So, how wrong are you prepared to be today, O'Dell?"

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:00 pm

"You may not be, but she is," he said. "You going to kill me and then look her in the eye?"

Bruno and Allison took a couple of swipes at each other before locking together, each trying to establish control over the other.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:07 pm

"I'll admit, you've got big brass ones for someone who put me in a room that's an absolute playground for me."

Dee withdraws the knife and aims to make a dash for the shipping container behind Bruno.

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 5:47 pm

Bruno seemed more occupied with Allison who was trying to gnaw on his arm. Dee got to the shipping container relatively easily, assuming she gave the flailing, snarling, furry pair a wide-ish berth.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 5:49 pm

Dee puts her hands on the shipping container and reforms it into a giant hand, sending it grasping to restrain Bruno.

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 5:58 pm

Allison lets go just in time as the hand grabs Bruno. The metal whines as he strains against it, stressing against Dee's control.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:11 pm

"Fuzzy, if you've got a shot you want to take, best make it fast..."

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:17 pm

Allison growled, ripping a door free from the shipping container. She brought it down on Bruno's head. Bruno groaned and sagged in the metal fist's grip. "Bastard," Allison spit.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:40 pm

"I'm sure the police would be interested in Mr. O'Dell's whereabouts, don't you think?"

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:53 pm

"Surely we can find a darker hole than prison for this trash," Allison said, glancing his way. "Though I suppose we'll have to settle for that."

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:12 pm

"I'd be interested in how he got out in the first place."

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:22 pm

"Good friends," O'Dell said with a smirk.

"Dee, I'm going to leave you alone with him and take a look around outside. Just make sure there's enough of him left for the cops to stick in a cell, okay?"

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:28 pm

"Oh, you shouldn't give me that much leeway," she grins, making her way towards O'Dell.

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:34 pm

"Your mistake, O'Dell, is thinking that I don't or can't accept everything this beautiful woman is and can do. If I were you, I would start talking quickly," Allison said with a toothy grin before heading out.

"I... um... no hard feelings, lass?"

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:53 pm

"You came at us with three guns and a bear-man," she says, looking O'Dell in the eye.

"Would you like to still be walking when you get to jail?"

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:56 pm

"That would indeed be preferable," he nodded.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 8:02 pm

"Then I suggest you start talking about who these friends are."

by **Allison Rogers** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 10:46 pm

"I know a guy who knows a guy. That's how these things work. You should know that. I only know Owen McLarren put me in touch with the guy. He never gave me a name."

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 1:21 pm

"You'd best hope that pans out. There are worse prisons than the one you were in, and I know some people as well..."

by **Allison Rogers** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 1:44 pm

"I... I believe you."

There was a brief burst of gunfire outside, followed by shouts of dismay and the sound of several things, possibly body-sized objects, colliding with one of the loading doors.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 1:49 pm

"Expecting company?" She asks, snaking a length of rebar up his leg.

by **Allison Rogers** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 2:03 pm

"Outside guards," he said, glancing down nervously.

Allison came back in, sporting several graze wounds. "There were outside guards," she said. "There's one of those delivery trucks outside. How do you want to do this?" She asked Dee.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 2:06 pm

"Call the Institute to make sure our ursine friend is full of happy juice, and let the police handle the rest?"

by **Allison Rogers** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 2:11 pm

"Sure," she said, fishing around in O'Dell's pockets until she found his cel phone. "We need to find some clothes. We've still got a show to go to tonight. I'll have them bring some from the school."

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 2:13 pm

She chuckles. "I like that determination."

by **Allison Rogers** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 2:26 pm

"The only thing this asshole has done is made me miss some shopping," she said dismissively, dialing up a number on the phone and moving away to talk to the Institute.

by **Deirdre Quinn** » Wed Jan 21, 2015 5:51 pm

"If I so much as glimpse you out of prison or police custody after today, you'd do well to start picking out wheelchairs," she says casually over her shoulder to O'Dell.

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