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[lyingheart]

WHO: YOU.
WHERE: Nonah, North Carolina.
WHEN: Saturday, February 21st, Afternoon.
WHAT: ImPorts assist with detaining and bringing in the hero formerly known as Nitestar.
WARNINGS: Violence. Anything else will be updated as we go.
PLOT INFORMATION: You can find it here! Tag your own scouting threads, feel free to call in that she's been spotted, have your own encounters, and watch out for that poison. Go Team Nonah!

"We have a location," Annie said, looking at the group of volunteers who'd been assembled to deal with Veronica. "And a profile for what she looks like. If she's sticking with the theme the Hornets seem to like, she'll be around in yellow and black. The plan is to detain her and turn her over to the Nonah Police Department. We don't know what technology she's personally carrying, but we can presume she has possible access to nullifiers. I don't recommend relying on out of the ordinary powers when it comes to approaching her."

Recent events have made her wary enough to go on.

"We don't know if she has back-up here either, but presume she does after yesterday's events, and be cautious. Civilian involvement isn't going to be acceptable. And I don't think I should need to say it, but no one goes after her alone. We have communicators - use them."

She was officially done with pep talks and debriefings for the rest of the year now, as far as Annie was concerned. That rousing speech of don't do something stupid and think before you act is the final word she leaves them with before they disperse to pinpoint Veronica Conway on this block.

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[bulwank]

Quiet's good. He won't argue there. It's no different from usual for Annie, just another reason he likes her!

Stopped and HARD. A nice screech as he finds a parking spot and nearly clips cars on both ends trying to fucking parallel park. But he makes it! Barely... His car is- unnecessarily long, and it looks like one of his wheels is still up on the curb.

A slam from his door as he gets out, tossing up and catching his keys before he pockets them. After either of them leave he'll move to loosely pull the hood up over the convertible. You don't have to do it manually but- he likes to.

[lyingheart]

Annie is unbuckled and out right as the car finally seems to be stopped - no bones about it, she's going to just let her heartrate come down as she affixes her attention on the building in question. "If W--Flash and Robin are taking perimeter, we want to be watching for our target here. Have you both reviewed the file?"

[siriusly]

The quest for change is a failure, but Manabu's got plenty going on that's a bit more important. He steps out of Gamagori's way, gravitating toward the building Annie's eyes lock on. The gun he'd been fiddling with goes back in its holster.

"Mm, I did. But if you have anything else I should know outside of it, I'm all ears. I'm still pretty new to how things work on this planet, this group." He's been working on the whole terrorists are terrorists, no matter where you go idea for now; it hasn't failed yet, but...

[bulwank]

A glance at the hitch, Annie's not one to hitch ever so- he notices, though doesn't think much of it, stepping aside and waiting for the either of them.

"Manabu, the meter." Tilts his head to it, glancing to Annie. "Yes, Leonhart, though the same goes for me, is there anything else we should keep in mind?" Glancing up- around, his brow already wrinkling, straining to see if anything's amiss around them- though of course- not yet. Flash and Robin would surely cover more ground but they could hit the main streets for now.

[lyingheart]

Wally has the worst kept superhero ID, and she finds the concept ridiculous enough here, but she's trying to play by his rules. (Hence the hitch today.)

"Other than her being armed and likely to be fighting with poison? No." She waits for Manabu to handle the meter, willing to step forward and add her own coins to the silly thing if needed. "Splitting up and staying within visual distance of each other... something like that may be wise."

[siriusly]

Jeez, why are they bothering with the meter when someone armed and deadly's roaming about? Manabu huffs through his nose, keeping his comments to himself while fiddling around in his pockets. Annie's the one who has to save the day on this one; Manabu gets out of her way with just a half-formed mumble that might be sorry in some way.

"Mm. Or keeping an open feed on the communicators to cover more ground. Either way, the longer she's out alone, the longer she has to catch on and grab hostages."