sliceitwithwind | Warehouse AU because of course it is.

"We've got a ping." the quiet voice of the man at the computer nevertheless managed to cut through the back-and-forth of the people taking care of routine business in the rare downtime they had to do such things as reports, maintenance of their gear, and general unwinding.

"Who's going, and where?" the largest of the people in the room asked, already folding the papers he'd been working with into a neat file which he handed to the one-eyed man who'd been woken by the magic words. Anything else and it took him hours to come to awareness, but a ping? Seconds.

"You two, and New York City. We've got reports about a museum's statues coming to life. Go."

The file dropped onto the desk with a grunted, "Sign it when I get back." and the two men headed to NYC to see if they could figure out what needed to be snagged and bagged.
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At the museum they looked around for the cops in charge. There were always cops, and how they could talk to the boys in blue made all the difference. Stopping outside of the line defined by uniforms the bigger (and more diplomatic) man murmured, "Could you please point out the person in charge? Thank you." with his badge in hand so that they could avoid misunderstandings. The smaller man's badge was likewise out, but he was more angling to see what he could without interrupting the locals.

Threaded | Flat

"Detective on scene is Brea, she's inside, watch your heads there's a thing flying around in there," a uniform admitted. "Just...be careful."

There was a team of cops by the door, seeming more a chain getting ready than anything else, the radio crackled with "Now?"

"No," the voice from inside came, "Not yet. The kids move and we get a reaction. They're safe for now, I'll figure something out." The chain, naturally, wasn't happy with that. Having to sit still with a school group in a museum gone a little crazy, well... "Who the hell rigs a museum with robots?"

"Well that'll be the next project to work on, sit tight boys."

Through the double doors there was a ring of old wood, a high desk, and a blonde sitting atop it, a children's backpack was sitting just past the ring, torn up, and the whimpering indicated that the school group was huddled under the edges of the desk while yes, statues paced a circle...

...or in a few cases swooped from the upper landing. The detective was tossing pencils at the fliers, apparently they enjoyed that. "Okay you're next Angie, I just want you to stand up baby and see if they notice you okay?" That was all. She was sorting out who the statues were targeting carefully?

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