labcoatgirl: (thinking deeply)
[from here]

Blonsky sulked in the dark room, arms and legs shackled and stuck in a cold steel chair. It wasn't the chair that bothered him, it was being suckered into the convoluted plot that he really had no choice in. They needed someone with his specific experiences, particularly in certain theaters of war which he'd been in, and few others had survived. Must be quite a special target to even consider dragging him into it.

They'd called in a specialist, they said. Sit still, wait for them, and cooperate, they said. Not like he could go anywhere, the restraints were enough to hold him in place, and if he tried anything, they'd probably send him into a coma again. They needed him coherent enough to dream for this 'mission', to remember every detail and let some kids run around in his custom little dream world until they got what information they needed out of the mark.

But first, they had to hone their instruments, none of this sedating him until he's utterly oblivious. They needed a chemist, and as they said, they'd called in only the best for this job...

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Betty was one of the best. However, she had only been told this architect was slightly unwilling to cooperate. Not that it was Emil Blonsky himself.

She had brought her case of supplies, different chemicals in it to test on the subject along with the embedded PASIV.

The door opened and Betty started to introduce herself, "Hello I'm--..." and her eyes widened with recognition. "...No. No, absolutely not."

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Blonsky is slow to react, simply because he's at a point where he could care less who his chemist is going to be. When she starts talk he takes his time to register who it is and then when she starts to protest he just, snorts. Twice, and then just laughs. A cruel, unkind sound that lasts hardly a moment and then he's just smirking, giving the Point behind Betty an incredulous look. Clearly, Blonsky is now doubting the sanity of this individual.

"Please tell me this is a joke." He did not want Banner's girlfriend working on him. Before he gets an answer though, the door is closed behind the Point as they give a very serious glare back at Blonsky, and there's the sound of a deadbolt sliding into place. That smile on Blonsky's face just stays, though it's no longer amused, and more annoyed.

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Betty starts giving the Point man a piece of her mind when he suddenly locks them in. "What is this?? I demand an explanation!"

The man looks seriously from one to the other before explaining. This was a very serious mission and he needed the best. They were the best so, in his own words, they were going to have to "find a way to make it work."

Betty glowers at Blonsky, hating that smug look on his face the more she looked at it. "I'd rather teach 100 preschool kids hopped up on red koolaid."

"Make. it. work." The Point man definitely has something on Betty, otherwise she wouldn't be working on this job. Maybe information on Bruce. He then leaves the two of them to it.

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At least the grin is gone, fading to a slightly smug look tugging at his face. He's quite literally left at her mercy, all things considered, and that's exactly the sort of thing that really chafes at Blonsky even more than his restraints. All he has right now is his attitude, and he sits as lazily in his chair as he can with his feet clamped to the floor, and arm movements restricted to a scarce few inches.

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Betty presses her lips together in frustration, her glance going to the door as if weighing her options. But finally, with a sigh, she puts her case on the table and unlocks it.

Working in silence might be a good thing, she's apt to tell him a thing or two if she tries to be civil at this point. Right now, she's concentrating on her work. "Do you...have any allergies to drugs?" she forces through her teeth.

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"None that they've discovered, so far." He responds with a bored attitude, finally looking around the room. Oh, now he has a better idea of the place, they've provided her the equipment and supplies she'll need at least, even if the room is a bit rough around the edges. Concrete walls, concrete floor, but at least she has enough light to work in.

In the meantime he might as well work on dragging up all those memories they'd told him he'd need to build the place they wanted. It was something to do, as he finally looked back over at her, realizing that even though he wanted nothing to do with her, he needed to keep an eye on what she was doing.

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It's obvious she doesn't want to be here. But he shouldn't worry too much about her poisoning him on purpose, she has to make sure she does her part in this setup. Or she doesn't get the information she wants from the Point man.

She's mixing a few things together expertly, drawing up three test solutions in three syringes. Still not looking back at him, not till she has to when she takes out the tourniquet to start on his arm. There's a slack in the chain she can click out so his arm can rest easily on the arm rest instead of being pulled behind his back.

Betty hesitates before tying on the tourniquet and probing his arm for a vein. Of which he has many. "Have you used somnicin before?"

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"They've already tried putting me under for this." That much should be obvious, according to Blonsky. "Used to work, though." He doesn't resist, but he doesn't offer much in the way of help when she loosens the chain so she can work at his arm. He keeps his eyes on her, a way of letting her know he's as annoyed as she is, especially since she's poking at him now. He just wishes he had a way to unnerve her, maybe get them to find someone else. She's hardly a step down from Banner.

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She knows he's looking at her and she's trying not to think about it. This is a job...just a job...and she was determined to get through it any way she could. Even if it meant working with Bruce's enemy.

Betty takes the first syringe and without even an explanation, she finds a vein and injects him slowly with a typical dose of sominicin. Only then does her eyes flicker up to watch him carefully for a reaction.

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He watches that needle closely, and then she just injects him, no explanation, nothing. His lip curls faintly as he just keeps a defiant gaze on her, and then she watches him. Clearly she's waiting to see if there's a reaction and he just sits quietly for the time being, tilting his head slightly. The typical dose is burned off almost immediately with his hyperactive metabolism, it doesn't even touch him.

"Is that it?" He sneers again, using the only weapon he has here, and he knows he's not the clever sort unless it's outwitting someone on the battlefield.

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She'd prepared for this to happen, though usually people would at least be sleepy by this point. "No, that is not it," she says, a little annoyed herself at his tone with her. She grabs the second syringe, a half and half mixture of her own plus the standard dose. Taking the end off with her teeth, she injects him again.

And more waiting. "...try to relax and let it work," she says as an afterthought.

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He just, gives her a mildly incredulous look at that statement.

"I'm strapped to the floor, and you want me to relax." He works his jaw at that, trying very hard not to outright snarl at her. In his current position it'd just be useless noise, but at least his pupils react this time around, and he can notice his pulse slowing. By his nature he's going to fight it, and he actually has to work to let the medication do what it's designed to do. He's been fighting off sedatives often enough it's habit. He sighs through his nose, sitting up a bit straighter. "Better, I think."

It'll keep him woozy for a few more minutes before it starts to burn off, his pulse slowly speeding up again.

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Betty's finally managing to compartmentalize her own emotions and focus on the task at hand. She monitors his reactions with a pulse oxymeter on his finger, watching his heart rate go down...then right back up again. He's blinking slower, less tense...it's a step in the right direction. Betty does a few calculations in her head, abandoning the third syringe in favor of mixing up a whole new batch. "Part of it is wanting it to work and trying not to think so hard." She doesn't care if he is strapped to the chair, that was just something he was going to have to deal with.

She loads up another syringe and switches arms to find a new vein. "Deep breaths in and out," Betty says before pushing down the piston at a measured rate. Technically, this dose, a normal human would be out for at least 12 hours if it was hooked up to the Pasiv.

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He pulls gently on his restraints at that, nothing quick, just a tug, something to cause a faint creak in the tough metal. An audible reminder that he was not getting out, and there was no way he'd forget exactly where he is.

Then he settles back into his seat as she goes to the other arm, as if there were a need. Not like he'll wind up with track marks, but makes it a point to just do whatever the hell he wanted, even as she tries to get him to relax. Once she finishes administering the full dose he rolls his shoulders and then it very nearly hits him like a ton of bricks. He closes his eyes, letting out a sigh and his entire posture relaxes. He's out, but in a state where he's clearly exhibiting REM.

Blonsky literally drops in his dream, taking that last fall from a helicoper before it leaves him in a wasteland that he recognizes, realizing it's very much the wrong place for him to be setting up this little fantasy world. Everything's put on hold for the moment while he starts to rebuild, but then from the corners of his eyes he catches flickers of movement. Shadows. Shades.

A grand 5 minutes after reaching REM, Blonsky wakes up with a jolt, pupils dilated before he closes his eyes, shaking his head and then leaning back with a grunt as he clears his thoughts.

"How long?" Long enough for the Shades to give him hell, but not quite long enough for him to get it all back under control and work on really putting the world together.

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Betty lets out a shaky sigh of her own when he finally goes out, able to stop hiding her fear of him while he's unconscious. She runs her hands down her face and covering her mouth....what was she doing? This was crazy, working with this man.

But it looked like it was working. She checks his pulse manually with two fingers to his neck, moving one of his hands to see if he stays asleep successfully. His eyes are moving behind his eyelids.

When he jolts awake quicker than she thought he would, she jumps back, her fingers were still on his neck. "....five minutes." That was a hefty dose to keep up. She would have to order more supplies. "How do you feel? Awake or still groggy?" Betty had to monitor for unforseen side effects.

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He blinks, dazed, for a moment looking less monster and more like a man who's just woken up from a dream. Then he registers her question and he's right back to looking less than pleased.

"Mostly awake." He closes his eyes, cracking his neck a moment and then slouching again. "Fully awake." He was able to recall his progress, and didn't notice anything unusual, at least. Still, his spine crawled knowing she had an exact measurement now of how much it took to put him under.

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Betty nods, letting out a breath. "Good....good, I can work with that..." She absently packs up her things as the Point man comes back in.

"Can you do it?"

"I can...he'll have to have a separate line, the dose is massive but it's doable."

"Then we have no problems."

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He wants nothing whatsoever to do with this woman again, but he also wants to avoid blame being placed on him at a later date for something that isn't his fault, so he pipes up.

"Hey, it worked once. Even I know that's a shit excuse for an experiment. We go again, same dose same results, or this little operation isn't going to work." Either by his hand, or by the simple fact that he was building up an immunity. Blonsky wanted to know if they'd have to keep pumping up the dose every time he went under.

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"We'll run this again, a dry run with the team," the point man was saying. They had to see if Blonsky was capable of creating the scenario they needed. And also that Betty could keep him under for the time allotted.

Betty hates agreeing with Blonsky but he's right. Like it or not, they were going to have to do this again. "I need more chemicals. I'll be ready by tomorrow."

"Till tomorrow then."

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Blonsky just regards Betty with an unimpressed gaze when the Point man agrees to give her until tomorrow. He knew Bruce avoided her because of General Ross, but he'd think she'd come more prepared.

"Be ready for a couple runs through." Blonsky chimes in again, knowing she was probably already aware of that, but just wanted to needle her a bit. He toed his totem, hidden in his boot and just smiled.

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She just looks back at him silently. There's something hidden in her eyes that she's doing this against her better judgement...and she's NOT going to get into a fight with him if she can help it.

With that, she leaves.

The next morning, she arrives at the prearranged place, armed with three cases of chemicals. There's a few reclined chairs in a circle. She starts setting up on a nearby table as the others trickle into the room.

Date: 2012-07-25 08:16 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Oh hell)
Blonsky and the Point man are last to arrive. This time the shackles at his ankles are far enough apart to permit an awkward sort of walking and he just makes his way right to a table and sits on the edge. One might almost think he's being generally obedient save for the bored look on his face. Clearly the look of a man who is only playing along until things stop being favorable to him.

Finally, the Point man begins to explain their mark and the defined situation in full detail. They need 20 minutes under, and the man they are extracting information from is a high level military operative who has had a near parallel career with Blonsky up until the last couple years. He's known to experience dreams and flashbacks, which is why they needed Blonsky, who has exacting details on the situations they need for Extraction. Today they'll be going in during a non-hostile moment just to determine the stability and believably of what Blonsky's put together. At which point, the discussion is surprisingly turned over to Blonsky.

"The place our host here has picked is a small city whose name you don't need to know. Officially this event never happened." With the way Blonsky is talking, he might as well be in a conference room giving a debrief, and not standing in shackles sitting on a table. "During the day it's a very boring, very normal little place in the middle of nowhere. There is only one building which is off limits, and it's marked with a blue sign over the door. Opening that door is a trigger item, and will set off a series of events which will quickly escalate to all-out war. This is a dream based heavily on memory, and this is a trial run. Try not to bother the locals too much, they will not be friendly."

Date: 2012-07-25 08:28 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (I don't want to hear it)
Betty is keeping to the back, her arms crossed as if they might keep her rooted to this spot. She so does not want to be here. Every now and again, she looks over to the Point man. It's hard to tell what she's thinking but Betty is hoping she will get more out of this than a successful mission.

While Blonsky is talking, she listens but doesn't look at him. She finds a place on the floor to concentrate on instead somewhere to the left of his boot.

When it's her turn, she picks up the specially adapted Pasiv and opens it. "You'll each have your own lines. The one labeled in red is only for..." it was even hard to say his name aloud. "...for the architect as he needs a much higher dose." She sections out the lines as the point man and forger get into their seats. Busying herself with hooking them up correctly.

Date: 2012-07-25 08:39 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Spotting the Quary)
The ghost of a smile ticks on Blonsky's face again when she can't even get his name out. He doesn't care what she thinks of him, he wants her angry to get what they both need out of this situation. Today his hands are pinned in front of him, allowing him to lay down at his seat. He watches her, probably a little too interested as she hooks up the others.

The Forger makes a quip about Blonsky being a bit of a junkie and Blonsky just snorts before reclining and waiting his turn. He would go under first, and he'd been meticulously crafting this dreamscape so it was exacting, to the sort of perfect military standards his uniform might require. Every crack, rock and cloud was defined with precision, and with the power of his memories fueling the illusion, they could stand quite a beating.

Date: 2012-07-25 08:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (I don't want to hear it)
As she goes to hook up the forger, the point man intervenes. "No, he's staying topside. You're going with us." All the blood drains from her face at that, her gloved hands freezing in place with a needle in one. There's a pleading look that only the point man can see. "...please no," she says quietly but he shakes his head. There's no arguing this.

Betty sets her teeth and goes to hook up Blonsky to his line, barely seeing his arm as she slides in the needle and tapes it down. Then, she goes to her chair and hooks herself up quietly. The forger leans forward, ready to push the button...

Date: 2012-07-25 02:15 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Oh hell)
Blonsky doesn't even favor her with a look, he can tell she's on autopilot and then just sighs, trying to relax, as she so aptly put it the day before. Another part of him protests, an unwelcome surprise even to him, as it screams Never relax! DESTROY! KILL THEM ALL!. He closes his eyes and then it goes quiet.

Everyone will find themselves dropped into the woods at daylight, with the sounds of a tiny village just beyond a point in the trees that's not quite visible. Considering it's a military exercise, everyone will be properly equipped, down to the uniforms which are not American-issue. Blonsky had briefly, personally balked at the idea of letting Betty into his dream wearing a uniform, but had gone along with things for the sake of appearances.

For being assembled by an insane individual, it's an incredibly detailed world, down to the sensation of the bark on the trees and the fine points of the smells and sounds of the woods. Memories made it potently real as he stepped from behind a tree and waved them on.

"Pack up now, still got the town to see. You've all dropped in at the mark's starting point on the way there."

Date: 2012-07-25 05:43 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (unconscious)
There's no memory of before, as there usually is with a dream. Betty takes a moment to adjust, she's usually outside monitoring the sleepers. It's not often she's under with them.

She looks down at her uniform without comment, it was necessary for the facade they were creating. She couldn't help thinking though how her dad would view this...and she quickly switched lines of thought. Memories like that would only mar the dreamscape and she couldn't afford to mess things up now. Betty picks up a small knapsack of items, checks her sidearm, and follows the point man as he and Blonsky check through the surroundings.

It's quite impressive what the man has come up with. It's definitely calmer than she imagined.

Date: 2012-07-25 11:46 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Studying)
The woods are downright peaceful, and once they reach the edge they step into a rustic village that seems stuck in the past with people wandering about their daily lives. Some seem to give half-interested glances their direction, but for the most part they seem to be minding their own business. Blonsky is leading the way, his head on a swivel as they pass down the main street and then stops before a small water fountain.

"Right, center of town. That's the town hall, which later that evening will be burnt to the ground. Around the corner to the west is the building I warned you about and over there is a bakery which doubles as the place where the mark will be hiding while the town turns upside-down. Don't mind the stares, that was part of the original experience." Blonsky turns to Betty and the Point man, birds fluttering in the sky and the sounds of carts rattling a block over filling the air. It really is peaceful, but he knows better, he knows what happens once the sun goes down and the utter hell that breaks loose. He was in the thick of it not a couple blocks over, back when he was a younger man.

Date: 2012-07-26 02:53 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (lovely hair)
The Point man had a clipboard, taking notes on the scenario. So far, he seemed satisfied with the dreamscape as he tested a few items nearby for authenticity.

Betty, on the other hand, stays back from them as she's trying not to let her apprehension spoil the dream. Last thing she wants to do is tangle with Blonsky's subconscious. She sits on the edge of the water fountain, looking in at the arrangement of various coins tossed into the water.

Date: 2012-07-26 05:27 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Went round the bend)
There's that old adage about the devil being in the details, though, taken a bit out of context, it would certainly apply to Blonsky. Betty would not be mistaken to notice that there's a pattern to the coins in the fountain, trying to draw her attention to an apothecary. The Point man seems content to rove around a bit while Blonsky stays still, occasionally glancing over to see if Betty had noticed the subtle arrangement.

A moment later and the Point man is heading into the Bakery, and now that he's out of sight, Blonsky just pointedly heads directly toward the Pharmacy. He gives a wary look back at the Bakery front as he moves.

Date: 2012-07-26 05:30 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (scared over the shoulder)
Her eyebrows tent in confusion. Was that an arrow? Or was she imagining it? Curious to find out, Betty gets up, a glance to Blonsky before moving towards the pharmacy. Maybe it was part of the original memory...or maybe not.

Once inside, Betty finds the room is only half finished, the side facing the street complete while the other was plain with only two chairs and a table.

When Blonsky enters, she backs up warily. "What is this?" Her hand going for the handle on her sidearm to hold it, just in case. If he was planning anything, she'd shoot herself out of this mess right now.

Date: 2012-07-26 05:34 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Oh hell)
Blonsky just gives her half of a glance, before looking back out, as if concerned he might have been followed. Then he just walks right past her, and sits down in one of the chairs, motioning for her to join him. He hasn't missed that reach for the sidearm, either.

"I'd rather you didn't, Doctor Ross." He pointedly eyes the weapon, then looks up at her again. "This is probably going to be the only opportunity we have to talk before our host tries to push forward with this half-baked scheme."

Date: 2012-07-26 05:35 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (I don't want to hear it)
More confusion at what he's saying before she walks over slowly. Betty doesn't sit down though, her hand still on the butt of her gun. "What are you talking about?" If he was thinking of backing out now, that would ruin her chance of getting the information she needed.

Date: 2012-07-26 05:44 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Spotting the Quary)
He leans back in his chair, trying to appear as aloof and disarming as someone with his lack of charm can manage. He gives her an unimpressed look.

"I didn't need to be a psychic to know how pissed you were when you walked through that door. Trust me, I'm about as thrilled about all this as you are." He growls, a faint snarl curling on his face as he looks back out toward the front of the building. "But what did he dangle in front of you, to get you here in the first place? It must be something good, something on Banner, or you would have sabotaged this whole thing yesterday."

Date: 2012-07-26 05:45 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (I don't want to hear it)
Her breath hitches in a gasp before she can hide it and Betty glares at him over the table. "None of your business," her answer cold and icy. Not like she had any more choice of being here than he did.

Date: 2012-07-26 05:49 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Studying)
"Fair enough." He smiles briefly. "But I hope I'm not the only one who's noticed this whole thing seems built to fail." He raises an eyebrow at her, expectantly.

He doesn't know if they really do have a target, of if they're trying to manipulate Blonsky and Betty into making preparations for Banner. Either way, it all feels a bit too slapdash for a proper mission, and when Betty had been added to the volatile mix, it only furthered his own paranoia.

Date: 2012-07-26 05:52 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (lovely hair)
Her hand tightens on her gun before finally letting it drop to her side. "...we can make it work." She's really only siding with the Point man and what he said. They had to make it work, there wasn't any other way out of this.

"There isn't any other way, it has to work," Betty surprises herself by actually saying it aloud. To Blonsky of all people.

Date: 2012-07-26 05:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Went round the bend)
"In eight hours this place will become a war zone, with every person in a mile-and-a-half radius killed, save for four soldiers. You expect to see a proper extraction in the middle of that?" Granted, it could be done depending on what information was needed, but still.

"If you want to put in the effort to watch this whole situation implode, you're welcome to stand by topside and watch. But there's always another option..."

Date: 2012-07-26 06:04 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (I don't want to hear it)
She shouldn't ask. He was just winding her up, that's all. "What are you talking about?" she scoffs but Betty couldn't help thinking again if she just had access to the Point man, she could get the information out of him instead.

Date: 2012-07-27 01:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Oh hell)
"This is a setup for an extraction, last I checked..." He crosses his arms, looking at Betty and hoping she catches on, but the decides to lay it all out anyway. "I want to know what this is really about, and you want to know whatever our Point does about your boyfried. This is one big joke to someone, and I've had enough being yanked around for this. Everything is in place to catch him and find out what you need, are you in?"

Date: 2012-08-02 06:31 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (I don't want to hear it)
Realization dawns on her. If he was implying what she thought he was...

"You can't be serious?" her voice quieter as if they might be overheard. "Here? Now? That could go really bad if we mess up." Betty instantly regrets saying we. As if she was seriously considering this.

Date: 2012-08-02 01:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Studying)
"We get one chance, so don't." He was looking at her with all the seriousness of a man set on his mission. "There are two other people in the world who could have done this, and they dragged in me. I'm inclined to think someone has it in for Banner, because now they have a cocktail that will let them make an extraction."

He raised his eyebrows meaningfully. Banner was a brilliant scientist and somewhere locked away in his mind was the combination needed to make more of him. Up until today, no one would have been able to safely extract it. Now Betty, of all people, had supplied a solution to that riddle.

"And if they know something about Banner that you want..." Maybe they'd offered to share his last known location, he knew Betty and Bruce were quite inseparable, they could use her to get to Banner.

Date: 2012-08-29 11:34 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] labcoatgirl.livejournal.com
ext_1359443: (scared over the shoulder)
Betty sets her jaw, not wanting to believe him but she couldn't deny there was a pattern to this mission that didn't look well for Bruce. Her heart was sinking at that idea.

"...you realize if we mess up, we might not get out of here alive." Maybe not necessarily out of this dreamscape but out of this mission? If it was as serious as she thought, there was no way they would let them go.

Date: 2012-08-30 07:30 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Oh hell)
"If this goes wrong, I think you have more to worry about." Blonsky gives Betty a pointed look. If things really went wrong he could wake up mid-transformation. For him that'd hardly be a problem, except for the fact that the Forger, unknown to Blonsky, is now standing by with a massive syringe that would drop him before it progressed too far.

"The point is that they'll keep yanking us around until they get what they want. The fact that you know about this operation is probably enough to put you under house arrest. Even if we fail with the extraction here, I'm going to bet that we're their last option, if this really is more than a ruse. They'll need both of us, either way." He leans back in his chair, crossing his legs.

"And you always have the opportunity to tell them you didn't get a choice in the matter." She did have first hand knowledge of how dangerous he could get. She could claim he threatened her life, and he knew they would be unlikely to doubt the claim, especially from her.

Date: 2012-12-07 07:16 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Oh Hell)
"Depends on how far you're willing to go, to find out what's really driving all of this." He levels his gaze at her calmly, speaking more to her as an equal, rather than like she's an enemy. "I have it set up where he'll think we've woken back up, instead of going a level down. We'll appear to be back where we started, except he'll be the one in chains." The tables will look like they were turned on the Point man, and Blonsky will have the body of the Forger tucked away in a corner, dead or out cold. He'll make up his mind depending on how much Betty will agree to. He doesn't want her distracted with a fake body in the room.

Date: 2012-12-07 07:46 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] emilblonsky.livejournal.com
ext_1379221: (Spotting the Quary)
"I have a kick waiting on a timer for us once we go under. At best, we'll have an hour on the next level down. When we wake up, it should be fast enough with the kick here, that it'll be seamless. It's up to you, though, to act like that second level never happened."

He had some ugly surprises for their Point man the next level down, and he's counting on the man being surprised at Betty going along with it. Blonsky had a handful of cover stories to throw at the Point man, depending on his accusations when they all woke up. And they would, because this was the perfect place to let his shades do what shades did best.

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