The RMU - Avengers Assemble!

"Another accurate suggestion Mr. Power Pak, I think it would be wise to know each other's capabilities in order to synergies better in the battle field." agrees Mandarin. "I'll see what can I do with Bullseyes," he states before walking to the cells where Gambit and Bullseye were talking.

"Bullseye, long time no see. I had paid you to kill Iron Man once, if my memory doesn't fail me. How low have you fall, having to kill an old boxer. The man had no chance, his head blew like a watermelon hit by a hammer.... Now, I'll like you to cooperate but I know it can't be done, so..." With a wave of his left hand, and a couple of words in Cantonese, Mandarin tried to control Bullseye's mind. "Tell me everything you know related to the assassination of Murdock and the King of Villains." he ordered

Mind control power check just in case: 30
 

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Pak shrugs. "At this point, one lead seems about as solid as any other," he offers. "I don't know that there would be many clues at Empire State so much as I was hoping we might be able to get more information on exactly what this 'private collectible' was, which is possibly a vain hope."

"You got to be kidding me. " Delta laughs. " We're talking a Private collector. If his collection is worth ANYTHING then he will have all sorts of records, and insurance information around just in case a random villian shows up and tries to steal something." She grinned. "After all, what's the point of owning a priceless artifact of unknown significance if no one believes you owned it after it was stolen? Besides, even if we don't get a ID on the thief, just knowing the item's nature would help us know something about at least one of the King of Villian's criminal cells."
 

Kai "Power" Pak

"You got to be kidding me. " Delta laughs. " We're talking a Private collector. If his collection is worth ANYTHING then he will have all sorts of records, and insurance information around just in case a random villian shows up and tries to steal something." She grinned. "After all, what's the point of owning a priceless artifact of unknown significance if no one believes you owned it after it was stolen?"

Kai furrows his brow, confused. "But if that's the case, why wasn't there any kind of detail in the report on The Boss's major database?" he wonders aloud. "Definitely bears looking into at some point, whether before or after Pym."
 

"Lets say you owned a Norse warhammer and had it in your private collection. Unless you knew its properties and history you probably wouldn't be able to distinguish that warhammer from Mjolnir. As such, if you get it insured it might not flag on SHIELD's database since it might be listed as 'Norse Warhammer cera 800 ad'." Delta shrugged for emphasis. "Now, what if you owned Mjolnir, and you knew it:" Delta leaned forward as if being secretive. "Would you seriously want to get it insured as 'Mjolnir' if you thought that everyone including SHIELD would try to take it from you? Probably not, but if you did get it insured, you would call it 'Norse Warhammer cerca 800 ad' so that it wouldn't flag on SHIELD's datebase. If you are lucky, no one who looks at that file will ever know you had Thor's hammer. However, if someone did know you had it, and stole it, would you tell SHIELD that it was stolen? Or would you tell SHIELD that you had no idea what was stolen, then secretly tried to contact a local super hero/villain to get it back for you?"

She smiled. "That's my theory. It may not be likely, since it assumes you would try to get something like Thor's Hammer insured, but it does account for some of the uncertainty dealing with that specific heist."
 
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"They're both good leads," Valeria concludes. "We could split up. We probably don't need the entire Avenger team to check each one, one at a time."
 

Bullseye's Cell
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"Mandarin!" Bullseye claps in a sudden fit of delight. "It's been a while! I'm sorry I didn't cap Iron Man when you told me to. I got distracted - that was the time I killed 40 cops and civilians on the way to Stark Tower. By the time I got there, I was just...a little worn out. Oh, you wanted to know about the job? There's not much to tell. I got a call from my handler, whom I've never met. He told me to go to Hell's Kitchen and shoot this guy named Murdock, and I'd be paid half a million dollars. I did it, and then that guy pulled me off the building. That was rude."

Briefing Room
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Hand returns from the side room, ostensibly from brainscanning Bullseye and Matt Murdock.

"So is it Pym, Stark, or are you going to the Empire State Building? I'd prefer you to stick together. With Mandarin's teleportation abilities, he's going to be your primary transportation."

"The results of the brainscan were mixed. Bullseye doesn't know anything, and Murdock only has some fragments of information. I'll give them to you once I've finished analyzing them. Primary glances seem to confirm out lead at the Empire State Building, so unless you decide otherwise, I'm going to send you there."


[sblock=Insight]Franklin knows that his father fled into a somewhat distant time period. He doesn't know whether Reed fled to the past or future.[/sblock]
 

Valeria shrugs. "Empire State Building's a good place to start. Scene of the crime. We can always check Pym out later. Maybe we'll find something at the building that gives us more clues."
 


Bullseye's Cell
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The assassin sighs, seemingly bored by Gambit's line of questioning.

"No, Gambit, he didn't call my cell phone. The guy just walks up to the door of my apartment, leaves a note and some money in a box, and that's the last I hear from him. That's it. I never even see his face. Why would I want to?"


Briefing Room
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Ms. Hand nods to Valeria.

"Empire State Building it is. Round the team up, and Mandarin should teleport you there."

She speaks into her communicator, so that each of you can hear the message.

"Avengers, assemble in the briefing room."
 

Mandarin does not mediate words. He grabs Gambit by his shoulder and phases out of existence.
The pair appear amongst the others.
"Well, Bullseye has not been of much help has he? It appears he knows nothing of his "boss". If you still intent to split up, I can split up to teleport it group." That said, Mandarin waves his hands, and sings a spell in cantonese. He disappears in a puff of green smoke. When the mist disperses, there are two Mandarins!
"So, are we..." starts one "...moving out?" finishes the other.
 

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