Rufus adjusts his glasses, pondering. "I have to say, tradition would dictate that their valuables would be kept underground, but you never know. Mayhap we should go upstairs first and neutralize the opposition?"
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Rufus crouches next to the elevator doors, keeping one hand sparking with ball lightning, just in case.
"Coll..." Rufus pinches the bridge of his nose as if he has a headache. "Just 'port the man."
Arc looks between his friends, then grins and squats down on his haunches before the soldier. He places a hand on his shoulder in a pal-sy manner, long-earned from years as a medical professional. "Surrender accepted, son," his voice is jovial, even friendly. "We're not in the way of killing if we don't have to. Now, why don't you leave all of your communications equipment on the floor there, and my esteemed associate..." Rufus jerks his thumb towards Collider. "...will take you to someplace where you can have your wounds healed, and where you can stay out of our hair?" DIPLOMACY CHECK:
Rufus growls as he lands, charging lightning into his fist and thrusting across the hallway towards the last SU16 with an open-handed palm-strike. "Did I hear something in there about 'Africa control'? Are they transmitting out-of-country? Wait...no...he's reporting on our powers! I'm not African! I'm American!" He grins as he delivers the strike. Electrical Control: Strike (Target: SU16): TOUGHNESS DC: 25
"It would be better for your long-term health if you didn't manhandle our friend." Rufus tells their foes jovially as he leaps forward, flipping through the air gracefully. "Trust me. I'm a professional." Rufus turns in the air and, just before touching down on the other side of SU16-2, lashes a lightning-wreathed airborne snap-kick at the foe's helmet. Electrical Control: Strike:
Rufus kicks off the upraised gloves of his target and rises to the ceiling, forcing his hands down for a good old-fashioned two-fisted bolt of lighting. "All aboard the Pain Train!" Electrical Control: Blast: Toughness DC: 25
Rufus leaps into the air, sailing above Durus as he charges. As the larger man's powerful attack commences, Rufus drops down on top of the SU16-1, bringing down his elbow onto his helmet, his entire arm crackling with electricity. Electrical Control: Strike:
Rufus turns to one of the others guards (one not being man-handled by Collider). He stretches forth his fingers. A tiny spark appears in his palm, gutters twice, then explodes into a blinding flash of brilliant white. cht-cht-WA-CHOW! Electric Control: Dazzle (Visual):
"The administrator of the facility knows we're here." He sucks in a breath, looking self-conscious. "That one's on me, I'm afraid." Rising slightly off his feet with en electric hum, Rufus once again gathers a pulsing sphere of current between his hands. It swells like blue fire, crackling and popping between his fingers. He rises just above Collider's head for a better shot.
"Gah, damnation." He rears back, clutching his head. "They've got some serious...and aggressive software. Or maybe my skills aren't up to snuff."
"I can give it a shot, Luc. I wasn't able to get an admin profile to gain access to the elevators, but maybe I can crack the elevator itself if it has an internal computer." His eyes roll back in his head, showing nothing but the whites again, and he stretches out with his senses.
"Whew..." he brushes himself off. "Thanks, Buckshot. Appreciate the help."
TOUGHNESS SAVE:
Rufus lands on the ground, the sparking dying off in the grass. His chest hurts. He was lucky the electromagnetic field surrounding him had deflected the bullet, but the impact still hurt like a mother. "We'd better go while we can. That was a little rough-and-tumble, but they might haul out the big guns if we stay too long." He quickly Datalinks with the computer back at Heavy Lifting and memorizes the mission parameters.
"Nothing that'll jam stuff like that. But I can do one better." Rufus leaps into the air, surrounded by a sizzling aura of electricity. Charging a powerful sphere of Ball Lightning in his hands, he aims at the first guard to come around the corner and fires it in a damaging beam. (OOC: HADOUKEN!!!) ATTACK ROLL: DAMAGE DC: 25 CURRENT STATUS: Bruised (I)
"Whoa now, none of that." Rufus says as he raises both hands. Bright blue fire crackles from his core and up his arms, sparking the air with the bitter tang of ozone. A fearsome SNAP-HISS accompanies his grunt of effort as he thrusts both fists towards the nearest guard, firing a two-handed bolt of electricity. ATTACK: DAMAGE DC: 25
Rufus takes a deep breath and places his hand on Collider's shoulder. "I hate this."
"Son of a b@$*!." His eyelids twitch, then his eyes return to normal. He rubs his temples. "I have good news and bad news, gentlemen. The good news is, those cameras are offline, and the front door is unlocked. The bad news s, the elevators are still locked down. They've got some serious security in there. And I have no idea if an alarm was sounded or not. My analysis as a medical professional is to go now and punch them in the face while their eyes are blind and their mouth is open."
Rufus takes a deep breath and narrows his rolled eyes in concentration, mentally interfacing with the computers inside. He first attempts to deactivate the security cameras without setting off an alarm. He then attempts to unlock the front door. Lastly, he attempts to create an admin profile for himself that gives him access to the elevators.
"I have access to the computers. It looks like I can attempt access to the cameras, doors and elevators. It might be tough for someone like me, but I may be able to shut down elements of security without raising an alarm, but I've only got a civilian's expertise with computers. It'll be something of a crapshoot. What say you guys?"
Shrugging off the sniper rifle, Arc crouches down next to Durus, narrowing his eyes. "I refrain from the use of guns, my friend, but let me see if I can't do anything about those cameras. No promises, though..." Arc tilts his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head. His mind reaches out to the cameras, attempting to trace them back to the computer they're hooked up to. [ I'm not sure if this works or not, since I'm a little fuzzy on the rules of M&M, which can be kind of vague in places. But Arc is going to use an EXTENDED SEARCH with his DATALINK power to find out if any of the cameras are hooked up to computers. If this doesn't work, fair enough. If it DOES, he doesn't make any changes yet, just acknowledges that he has access to the group. EDIT: The effective range of his Datalink is 200,000 miles. :P ] NOTICE ROLL:
"Guh." Rufus lifts his hands, cupped, and blows warm air between them. "I HATE teleporting. I always find something vaguely unpleasant about it. Like I forgot something terrible during transit. Maybe I'm being paranoid."
"Let me go get my gear. I'll be right down." Rufus runs up to his office, where he has stored emergency travel supplies; toiletries (toothbrush, toothpaste, cologne, aftershave, floss, razor), two changes of plainclothes and a small flip phone (the number to which is known only by Borrows, Durus, Collider and other high-ranking members of Heavy Lifting). On his way down the stairs again, he Datalinks with his computer upstairs with a low hum and the faint whiff of ozone. He memorizes a few quick Czech necessities--hello, goodbye, yes, no, please, thank you and (for good measure) surrender--and closes the Datalink by the time he's in the lobby again. His gear is stuffed into a small green messenger bag slung over one shoulder. "Gentlemen, at your earliest convenience."
"Medical stipend?" Rufus huffs good-naturedly. "I AM the medical stipend. Jesus, throw a man through a plate glass window ONE TIME..."
"Longitude and latitude?" Rufus squints behind his glasses. "I must be getting old. I thought that comma was a period...nevermind." He laughs self-depricatingly. "As for speaking Czech, I think we're kind of..." He turns and looks at Borrows, setting his taco aside. "We got a message from the Czech Republic. Seems like a distress call and a smash job rolled into one."
Rufus lifts out the printed page, curiously scanning its contents. "A lot of it is gibberish. And is this an IP address?"
His interest piqued, Rufus noms down the last of his taco and slips around the desk to get a better view of the screen. He reads the message from over Lucias' shoulder, stroking his chin in thought. "Durus...you're going to want to get a look at this too. I have a funky feeling about this one."
Rufus stifles a laugh, shaking his head. "Dictated but not read?" He grins from ear to ear. "That sounds pretty fancy. Are you trying to make it seem like we're NOT operating out of a split-level office building at the ass-end of middle America?"
Rufus leans over, taking a bite out of his taco without much gusto, and leaning over the desk. He pushes his glasses up on his nose, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Somebody has never heard of a spacebar," he muses. "Either that, or they're going without a conventional keyboard."
Rufus comes meandering in the front door, dressed in plainclothes--sneakers, khaki pants, a white t-shirt and light blue overshirt. He is tall, with a wiry build, dark skin, a bald head and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. In one hand he is carrying a transparent sack. As he approaches the desk, he lays the sack next to Collider's elbow. "We got Taco Time. I couldn't remember what you like, so I got you a couple of those...rolly crispy taco things." He starts digging his own meal out of the bag. "Any news? I'm liable to go nuts if we don't get a job soon."
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