Lady of the Harbor
Mar. 7th, 2023 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luke_1511The infiltration, to put it bluntly, goes wrong almost as soon as the Zodiac hits New York Bay.
Andre and Parker aren’t the only people closing in on Aaron Keener’s hiding place. Black Tusk comes down on them like the fist of an angry god. Whatever warning Grim and Alani might have are drowned out by the sound of revving engines and fast-approaching gunfire. Missed shots kick up around the two Division agents. Parker is yelling something about bracing for impact-
-the Zodiac pitches up and forward, out from under both of them-
-the lights go out-
It’s sunset when Andre wakes back up. The wrecked Zodiac is beached on the docks on Liberty Island. The museum on the island, once a draw for countless tourists, is now an overgrown wreck. Plants sprout from between the cracks in the pavement, and there’s ivy clinging to every available surface.
A crumpled jacket lies in a nearby puddle of water. Water splashes up from the bay every now and again, dousing it and further ruining the leather. Parker was wearing it, but there’s no sign of her anywhere nearby.
It’s quiet. The only sound is that of the water against the docks. ISAC has gone dark. It’s just Andre, alone, up against the unknown.
And that’s when the two-tone sounds in his radio.
Andre and Parker aren’t the only people closing in on Aaron Keener’s hiding place. Black Tusk comes down on them like the fist of an angry god. Whatever warning Grim and Alani might have are drowned out by the sound of revving engines and fast-approaching gunfire. Missed shots kick up around the two Division agents. Parker is yelling something about bracing for impact-
-the Zodiac pitches up and forward, out from under both of them-
-the lights go out-
It’s sunset when Andre wakes back up. The wrecked Zodiac is beached on the docks on Liberty Island. The museum on the island, once a draw for countless tourists, is now an overgrown wreck. Plants sprout from between the cracks in the pavement, and there’s ivy clinging to every available surface.
A crumpled jacket lies in a nearby puddle of water. Water splashes up from the bay every now and again, dousing it and further ruining the leather. Parker was wearing it, but there’s no sign of her anywhere nearby.
It’s quiet. The only sound is that of the water against the docks. ISAC has gone dark. It’s just Andre, alone, up against the unknown.
And that’s when the two-tone sounds in his radio.
