Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 19:43:08 GMT -7
Elektra stepped off the ladder and immediately felt a temperature shift. Her innards rustled unpleasantly as she looked towards its source: a faint green glow at the end of a long dark tunnel. Either he was as cliche as you could get, or he was that determined to hide. Likely the latter, given the man's reputation. She stepped towards the eerie green light, which grew in size as she gained closer to it. Her innards felt like they were crawling out of her pores the closer she got, and was forced to use magicks to calm her body. The source of this light sat at a table on a laptop with wires and metal strewn everywhere.
"I am here for the item," said Elektra, her approach, she had forgotten her approaches can spook even Matthew, and without warning, the Radioactive Man tossed the table aside and aimed at her, ready to turn her into fallout.
"Oh. You," he said and pulling his hand back, picking up his mess.
"You were expecting Spider-Man, perhaps?" she asked dryly, but that only made him scowl. She didn't care.
"Iron Man, as a matter of fact; but no matter," he said curtly and walked a bit further into the den he had set up for himself. If they weren't thousands of feet underground, it would look like a modest twenty-something apartment, apart from the equipment and tools needed to make nuclear weapons. Elektra did find it amusing that a man who was a living nuclear fusion generator continued to make weapons for other use.
The Radioactive Man extracted a small device that looked like a cross between an orb and a dagger. It was elegantly crafted compared to most nuclear weapons; perhaps he was trying to appeal to Elektra's more artistic flair even when the target was a whole city and not a single person.
"Here. I have spoken to a few of my contacts and it's almost complete. While it glows blue, it is disarmed; All you need to do is whatever you mystics do and it will be not only armed and ready to fire only when you wish it, but unable to be detected by Stark or his allies," he said, explaining the details to Elektra, who then took it and examined it in her hands. It felt weighted and yet light. All of that power in such a small object. She was amused by the parallels.
"And my payment?" he asked, forcing Elektra to get down to brass tax. Elektra extracted her phone.
"Your friend is unharmed and the money is being wired... Now," she said clicking the send icon for the large sum of money he requested when they spoke last.
"Thank you," he said as he got the transfer. Elektra held the device carefully, the device glowing a harmless blue in her grip.
"I must ask though," said the Radioactive Man in the eerie darkness. Elektra stopped but did not turn around. "Why all this effort for a dirty bomb? What plucks at the assassin's strings to get her to dance to such a tune?"
Elektra didn't react openly, though she privately added a bit more grip to the device. It was quite sturdy, she realized. Elektra however said nothing and continued walking on.
Elektra then headed straight for the airport and back to New York. She had used her illusion magicks to hide the device in her carry on, making it appear to everything as a teddy bear, which got a few amused looks from the TSA officers. She picked up a copy of the New York Times (The Daily Bugle tended to just bash the wall-crawler and she refused to read the Globe after the hell they put Matthew through,) and began to read about the rising tensions between the gangs in New York. Interesting... According to the report, what they were able to sanitize at any rate, the paltry two-timer the Hood has been fighting with Mister Negative, a more recent addition to the New York scene, over territory once owned (and maybe still,) by Wilson Fisk. Hmmm. Maybe.. No, could she dare hope? A plan begin to form as the desert turned to useless farmland as she chased the rising moon.