capeandcowllogs | The Capture of John Cavil [in progress]

WHO: Alastair and Tony Stark, then eventually Cavil, Saitou, and Kiryu
WHERE: from Stark Tower to Cavil's current hideout
WHEN: Monday, all day (yes there's forward-dating and backdating and all kinds of time warps here)
WARNINGS: violence, death
SUMMARY: a new challenger! Stark gets on board to track down and smack down Cavil. What will be left of Saitou when they get there?
FORMAT: Para to start, but the fight can be quicklog who cares

Still no sign of Saitou. Even the police themselves were on it, now, but Alastair had little faith in their ability to find the missing swordsman. After all, they hadn't been able to find Cavil all along, had they? But one more night of sitting up late waiting for Saitou to walk through the door, after Kiryu had passed out from sheer exhaustion, was enough for Alastair to know he had to find someone else.

Someone more powerful than the cops. Someone who might have other stakes in this mess, no less.

Armed with his comm and a flash drive containing all the information he had hacked, compiled, and downloaded, the minute he got to Stark Towers on Monday morning, he went straight up to the executive floor. It didn't matter that he didn't have an appointment, he was from R&D - they should let him through. He needed to show this to Tony Stark. There were simply no other options at the moment.

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Alastair made a disgruntled face at him. "Well. You're the one with the armor. You go first."

He nodded, and knocked on the door.

Then he paused, for the briefest moment before quickly jerking the door handle open, the strength given to him by his suit allowing him to quickly jerk, and then wrench open the door. His full form filled the door way after he pushed the door open with a low, jarring creak.

He knew this was it. He must have been wrong about how Saitou found him last time. It must not have had anything to do with the communicator he was careful not to use since. Six months, he had hid away. Six months, they had fumbled desperately to track him down and failed at every opportunity. And now, twice in a period of three days, they had found him. Part of him wished he thought ahead and rigged the whole place with explosives. That would have been nice. A spectacular, unexpected finish. Everything, consumed in fire. Gone. Dead. No one would have won.

Or lost.

He still had the automatic tuner on when they arrived (and Saitou was still at his feet, destroyed, it had felt so good), and so he carefully rested it on the chair, not bothering to turn it off. When he opened the door and stepped out of the soundproof room, the sound hummed out, filling the entire apartment. A weapon. Still.

He raised his hands.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

Even from where he hid behind Stark (and his armor), Alastair could see past Cavil to the body on the floor in the next room. Every inner sense, every memory, welled up and filled him with mingled fear and rage. He bristled, looking furtively from their adversary to the iron mask and back. We have to stall him, he thought, almost wishing Tony had telepathic abilities too. We have to give Kiryu time to get here. But what would Cavil do, when confronted by Iron Man? Would this be over in blink, or not?

Alastair glanced back toward where Saitou lay, and cursed that bastard standing there like he did nothing wrong. Still, Stark was good protection, and Alastair remained behind it for the time being, visibly seething.

"Mister Cavil, what a pleasure it is to see you this fine night," his cold tone belying the almost jovial nature of his words. Of course, they were merely for show, but that was essentially unimportant.

What was important was something was...off. He could already tell. Something different from the outside atmosphere to the one inside, and he began running diagnostics, trying to figure out what the environmental change was, precisely. "Mind if we step in?"

Cavil's tone, in contrast, was lacking its usual, almost sing-song sarcasm. He watched the two of them with sharp eyes, taking note of everything. How Alastair hid. How Stark hesitated. Though his hands were still raised, everything about him suggested that no, he hadn't given up. Not yet. The sound from the room behind him made it even more obvious.

"Do I have a choice?"

Alastair twitched a bit at the subtle sound, it was annoying. But he didn't connect it to anything - he didn't know how Cavil's power worked, at all, and at the moment was too rattled to recall anything Kiryu might have hinted about it.

His eyes were on the room behind Cavil, though. He murmured under his breath, so only Stark could hear, "Saitou's in there. I need to see if he's all right."

Tony picked up the sound of Alastair's voice, and nodded.

"Not really," he said to Cavil. "Although if you put up no resistance, then things will go a lot smoother."

He really didn't want to get into a fight.

The Capture of John Cavil [in progress]

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