Food for Thought [Double Dealer]

Limen heard them before she saw them. Coming up in what had been a blind spot for her, she had been unaware of the duo’s presence until they spoke behind her. She had been somewhat aware that another super was about, as she had seen a mob of angry docks men that were often a side product of such a disturbance, but the first time she’d actually seen them was when she looked over her shoulder to find the source of the two voices. For shame - she needed to pay better attention, or that was how she was going to end up with a bullet in the back of her head.

She could tell immediately that the two were supers, if only from the eccentricity. Though they seemed to know her, she didn’t know either of them. They couldn’t be pandaemonium - she knew most of the supers there, and she certainly would’ve remembered a pair like this. Bulwarks, maybe? But calling the stealing of something, even if it was just a random shipping container, awesome seemed a little un-Bulwark-like.

Limen regarded the two and their well-coordinated outfits a moment longer, her bow arm resting over the head of the seat, before she returned her gaze to out through the crane’s front window. “I’m just stealing that shipping container of food down there.” Limen replied casually, as though this was a daily routine for her. “Plan is to take half of it to the horde and the other half to an underfunded food bank in the slums.” She explained.

“If you two’re here to help, the police are going to be coming in from, oh, down that street.” She motioned to one of roads leading into this loading bay, and the one the trucks were likely supposed to leave by.. A quick survey of the area said that would clearly be their path; though a few other roads winded off from the bay, but most of them twisted through the complex maze of crates and docks. They wouldn’t be quickly traversed.

“If you’re here for a fight,” Limen stood from the control panels, remaining bent over them for moment longer so as to set the crane on its next path. As she spun on her heel, she straightened, until she faced the pair. A grin was on her face and her grip on her bow was tight. “Then I’m ready.”

Limen shrugged at the two’s comment of her paranoia. It wasn’t like she could disagree. Living in the horde, where she could expect to be waylaid by a super on her way to pick up lunch because they wanted to say hello, and living as a maskless in Emerald City where making eye contact with an officer meant getting shot at, she’d begun to consider being attacked by a person who greeted her as normal as being offered a handshake.

Limen couldn’t help but be reminded of Giza at the two’s - now one’s - flourish. There was some serious showmanship to the way they defeated, or more accurately, wiped the floor with, the police officers. So not the Bulwarks, and a little too flashy for the shadowy ever-so-secretive Keepers; maybe they were part of pandaemonium? A new member or something.

While they worked, Limen did her own part. With the people of the docks and their law enforcement backup occupied, she was able to load the shipping container onto a semi without interruption and in good time. They’d probably just saved her a good ten minutes and an equal amount of arrows. Limen locked the controls and stepped out of the cockpit. Taking hold of the edge of the ladder, she slid down the long guardrails like a fireman's pole. It’d taken her several minutes of climbing to get up to the top, but it took less than one to make it to the bottom.

After sprinting to the semi, she made sure the container was properly strapped on (didn’t want that flying off) and got it running by messing with some stuff up front. Limen jumped into the front seat, set the thing in reverse, and floored it. She drove with no regard for the people or objects in her way - she didn’t care about costs and people could move - and brought the truck back into forward. She needed as much speed as she could get if she was going to clear these officers.

The semi-truck slammed full speed into the sides of two parked police cars. The two officers who had been standing there had both jumped out of the way and were sitting among the wreckage. She didn’t slow down as she passed, nor as she continued down the street to her exit, assuming the super had means of catching a ride if they wanted to. She hoped they did - she still needed to thank them for their help.

Between the super and the truck, the police were in no shape for pursuit. This would be a clean getaway.

Limen switched on the truck’s radio to compliment the sound of the subdual of their pursuers. The more she thought about it, the more certain she was that these two had to be part of Pandaemonium. They left destruction and police cars crumpled like paper in their wake, and seemed too lack any regard for the state of living of the dock workers or cops. Too trigger-happy to be Bulwarks, too loud to be Keepers; all facts pointed to one thing - they were Pandaemonium. That, or they were unaligned, but why cause chaos alone when you can cause it with like-minded friends? They must just be new members she’d yet to meet. She’d have to give them a warm welcome when they arrived at their destination.

Loud rock music poured out of the window as she rolled it down. “Food bank, west part of the slums!” Limen yelled back to them, making sure to enunciate so if they couldn’t hear her they could at least read her lips.

She took a sharp left turn at a speed that threatened to tip the truck. In the rear-view mirror, she watched the port and the last of the brave pursuers (mostly docksmen on foot) shrink quickly into the distance. The food bank in question wasn’t far. The distance from the port here to the bank was half the reason she picked this dock as the one to borrow from, and it wouldn’t take more than five minutes of driving (at this speed) to reach it.

((ooc: So sorry for the late reply! I totally lost this thread!))

“Spoils?” Limen yelled back. Were they hungry too? They seemed like the sort that could easily steal whatever food they wanted, but whatever. She wouldn’t question it. “Of course! We got it, we get first pick!”

It was only a couple minutes of driving through dirty back roads to get to the large food bank, set up in a repurposed and cleaned up warehouse. Limen pulled into the front, startling a woman in a long green dress who seemed to be locking up for the afternoon. Kicking open the truck door, she waved exuberantly to the woman. She waved tentatively back. This was not the first time Limen had been here, and though she wasn’t technically supposed to accept Limen’s help, she’d given up three times ago trying to chase the super off or get aid from other sources.

Limen trotted around to the back of the truck, lock picking tools in hand. The lock was easy to crack, but she waited until the duo was present and ready to haul up the lid, revealing the contents of the container.

“Ta-da!” She cheered, gesturing extravagantly to the contents.

A wave of cool air poured out of the container. It was full of compact refrigerators and shelves, and in those were plastic containers of fresh fruit and cardboard boxes of vegetables. Limen swung inside and grabbed the first container of blueberries on the shelf. Popping open the plastic, she tossed a couple in her mouth.

“You guys get half. Take whatever you’re lowest on.” She called over her shoulder to the lady. To the supers, she gave a grin. “And you, my friends,” she pointed dramatically to the duo, “get whatever you want. I think I saw some watermelon in the back.”

Limen came to sit on the corner of the door on the back of the truck and dangled her legs off the edge. The lady at the food bank tiredly made her way up into the truck (taking special care not to get in the way of any of the supers) and began taking note of the stock. Feeling quite content with her work and little box of blueberries, Limen popped more of the small blue fruits into her mouth as she watched the duo and their watermelon. She cheered when they smashed it into a mess of watermelon chunks, and happily took the piece the woman gifted to her.

“Isn’t it?” Limen agreed cheerfully, motioning for them to come sit beside her and taking a large bite out of the chunk of watermelon. She made a point to not wipe the seeds off her face. “So, you guys are new to Pandaemonium, right? How’re you liking it?”

Keepers? These two were Keepers? "You don't say!" Limen chuckled, attempting to keep the ounce of hesitancy from creeping into her voice.

These two were part of that shadowy group of villains, the one more likely to backstab you than a knife flying at your shoulder blades, and with the entrance 'ritual' that supposedly sat on the border between insane and more likely to kill you than an angry bear? The stories she'd heard through the grapevine, while probably mostly false, were enough to give an entire wrestling confederation nightmares for months. They were right; Limen was confused.

And a little bit worried. Keepers weren't exactly known for getting along with Pandaemoniums, and the fact that her faction was fun was not going to make a bullet to the back suck any less. "Well," Limen grunted, getting to her feet, "thank you guys for helping me out."

The woman running the food bank had already begun carting large boxes of food down. Her experience with this was quite evident; she'd be done in no more than a couple more minutes. Limen began striding back around to the front of the truck. Her eyes were scanning for any other nearby vehicles. "Wish I could do more to thank you two, but poor ol' Limen is living off stolen food. Afraid I've only got my thanks and best wishes to offer." She shrugged with her arms out beside her.