2007-07-18: I Am Not Lois Lane

Starring:

Erica_icon.gif Samantha_icon.gif Namir_icon.gif Bekah_icon.gif

Summary: A rescue mission is mounted and pulled off.

Date It Happened: July 18th, 2007

I Am Not Lois Lane


Various places around Manhattan, NYC


Another duty day at the Times Square station has come and gone, this one ended some hours ago, and as usual Captain Snow is eagerly awaiting darkness so she can attempt taking to the skies undetected. While she stands on the roof of her apartment building with the black clothing already donned, ski mask in pocket, and phone at her hip, her thoughts turn to the excursion Namir spoke about. From there comes a decision to try bringing together a meeting to make plans or something, and the phone is put to use. It's Dr. Applebaum she calls first.

Samantha emerges from the subway, just in time for her bars to appear and her phone to ring. 'Danger Zone' is apparently the ringtone, and she taps the blu-tooth set on her ear. "Hi, Erica. What's up?"

"Sam," she replies. "I was hoping maybe we could pull together you, Namir, and Bekah to talk about the trip and make some plans. I don't really know your schedules, though. Sorry if this is late for you. Are you working or off tonight? If, that is, you're working nights these days." Erica feels fairly certain she heard it mentioned the Doctor works those hours sometimes, but could be wrong.

"I'm just off, actually." Sam says. "You want to meet at my place? Bekah's probably on her way home too, I can call her and Namir if you like."

"Or you three could come to mine," Erica invites. "And actually, maybe I could call Bekah and you get Namir, share the telephone load a bit?" There's a few muted sounds coming through the line, perhaps from her feet walking across her roof and some faint traffic noises from the street below.

"Sure thing." Sam says. "Give me your address again?" And after getting that, she signs off with Erica and calls Namir's cell, waiting patiently for him to pick up as she enters her building.

"I'm in 2701 of the Prestige Midtown," Erica replies, just before the call ends, and she taps in the number for Bekah. She listens as it begins to ring on the other end and waits for the answer.

Meanwhile, with Sam entering her own building she faces the choice of stairs or elevator for reaching her floor.

Bekah is walking towards a subway stop as her phone starts to ring. She's still dressed in scrub bottoms with a t-shirt. Highly fashionable. She digs through the outer pocket of her backpack to find her phone, flipping it open to answer. "Hey."

The cell rings and rings … and rings. And rings some more. Just before it gets to voicemail, however, it picks up and there are a couple seconds of nothing but shuffling about and movement on the other end before a groggy Namir speaks into it: "Mmmnh?" Someone has ben sleeping.

Samantha of course, goes for the elevator. Pushing the button, she smiles. "Hey, sleepy." she purrs into the phone. "I got a call from Erica. She wants to get together tonight and talk about our trip. Bekah might be coming too. Do you need more Z's, or do you want to meet at her place?"

"Bekah. It's Erica," the Captain begins. "I was just talking with Sam about pulling together a meeting to make some plans for our trip. Are you available?" She sounds hopeful, and as during the conversation with Dr. Applebaum there's the faint sound of traffic from the street below and boots on a roof.

The elevator doors open for Sam a few seconds later; she's gotten lucky and it was right there for her to take. And empty.

"Well, I may be able to push off some parts of my over active social life." Bekah says dryly into the phone. "Where do you live? If you want me now, I can start off that way."

A pause, an incomprehensible "nnmmgh" of thought, and Namir responds, "I think I can make it." If he doesn't fall asleep again.

Samantha steps into the elevator and toggles her floor button. "You want me to call you back in fifteen to play snooze alarm?" she asks. It's not like she hasn't done it before.

"I'm at the Prestige Midtown, number 2701," Erica answers. "I'm glad you can make it, Bekah." Along Bekah's path, half a block ahead of her, is a snooty woman she and Sam once encountered. The one with the possible broken ankle who was also a bitch. She's learned nothing at all. Her nose is still in the air and she still wears ridiculous heels.

Sam's elevator starts moving upward soon after she presses the button for her floor. The numbers on the display progress as expected. For a while. Then they stop, and there's a not pleasant sound as the machine comes to a halt. The alarm bell starts to sound.

Bekah nods. "I'll meet you there then. See you in a few." She closes her phone as she moves towards the subway stop. She gives an 'accidental' shoulder knock to the woman as she moves down towards her train, a quick hop away from the station near Erica's.

"Mmm, probably," mumbles Namir amidst the telltale sounds of a phone and face burying into a pillow. Thus is the mighty ninja springing into action. When he hears the alarm bell on the other end, he starts to grow a little more aware. "… what's that?"

Samantha says something unladylike as the grinding and the bells and the stopping begins. She sighs. "Elevator's stuck. Hang on…" she she picks up the elevator phone and waits for it to ring. The lobby guard will hopefully pick up.

Miss Snooty glares at Bekah as she gets 'accidentally' shouldered aside and nearly stumbles. She just barely keeps her feet, so close to falling and having another injured ankle to deal with. There's no incident on the subway for the doctor as she catches the train and approaches the proper stop. Erica's building is an upscale place. Inside the elevator has one of those old-fashioned operators and an iron gate.

There's no luck for Sam. The phone rings and rings, that lobby guard is apparently busy somewhere. That, or he's wandered off and fallen asleep.

The subway ride itself is uneventful. Bekah even manages to find a seat. It's not all that long before she's walking down the street towards Erica's building.

Namir hangs on, the concern for this situation slowly dragging him into a more conscious state.

Samantha makes an aggravated noise. "No one's picking up. Which is wierd. I need to hang up Namir, I need to call 911, okay? I can call you right back." She starts to reach for the 'off' on her apparatus, intent on her stated plan.

Making her way back from the roof, Erica approaches her apartment and presses buttons on her phone to dial Sam again and let her know Bekah's on the way. Just after Dr. Applebaum ends her call with Namir, before she can type 911, her phone rings. Danger Zone plays.

"Hi, Erica." Sam says quickly, "I'm stuck in the elevator at my apartment building and no one's responding, so I can't stay on the line."

She's compulsive and curious. Erica can't help herself here. She doesn't clear the line for Sam to call help. Instead she's starting to think up questions. "That's not good at all, Sam. Is there a ceiling hatch in that thing?" One hand holds the phone to her ear and the other goes about opening her apartment door. Bekah should be arriving soon.

Well, that does it. "I'm on my way over," says Namir before the call ends. And he does just that. Forget sleeping. Hauling himself out of bed, he starts getting dressed after depositing his cell on the nightstand. He's good at getting dressed while half-asleep.

"Well, yes - but what, you want me to climb out of the elevator?" Sam sounds a bit skeptical about that.

Bekah makes her way up the stairs to Erica's door. She's in good shape, so she's not even out of breath when she reaches out to knock.

"No," the Captain answers. "I'm not thinking about climbing at all." She pauses, standing in her open doorway as Bekah arrives. "Thanks for coming. Sam's stuck in an elevator. Come on in, Bekah." It's then she steps inside and resumes talking with Sam. "Is it big enough to fit two people through?"

"Namir's on his way to my place. Uhh…one at a time, I think." Sam says. "What have you got in mind?" Then, "I am not Lois Lane, you know."

Bekah blinks as she looks over to Erica. She steps inside though as she asks, "Well, has she called the super?"

"I don't think there was an answer, Bekah," Erica states after moving the phone from her mouth a bit, then brings it back to chuckle. "Nor am I Kara. But just in case, there aren't any funny green rocks around, are there? I'm coming to get you out. Could take hours for maintenance to get you out, my way is faster."

Once dressed and ready to go, Namir pockets his cell phone again heads outside to hail a taxi. It will have to do in lieu of an ESU bus.

"Alright, let me call Namir, because he's on his way and he'll flip out." Sam signs off and then dials Namir.

As yet another cab passes him by, Namir pauses to answer his phone. "Everything all right?" he asks, not even bothering with a greeting. He manages to flag down a taxi finally and slides into the back seat, rattling off the address.

"Erica's coming to get me." Sam says. "So if I'm gone by the time you get there, that's way." In irritation, she keeps pushing the alert button and trying to phone. "I feel like the badly placed, unfortunate victim of a comic book."

Bekah looks over to Erica. "What exactly are you planning to do? And will it require a cape and tights?" Bekah asks with dry humor in her tone.

"I'm going to find Namir and hopefully get him to pry the doors open somewhere so I can float down and perform a Sam extraction," the Captain deadpans. "No cape, no tights. But maybe a lookout or two so no one sees me who shouldn't." A grin is flashed at the doctor. "You can relax here until I get back, make yourself comfortable. Or if you feel brave I'll bring you along for the ride." And she's headed out.

The lobby guard finally answers the phone when Sam calls. "Security," he answers, with a yawn.

"Finally," Sam says. "I'm stuck in elevator two. Could you send maintenance, please?"

"Well, if a man shows up in tights and a cape, tell him you're taken and don't do the 'yearning-for-the-mysterious-superhero' thing." Namir has decided that taxis don't go fast enough. Ever. It's a marvel of science. Still, he manages not to fidget like an impatient little boy.

"Oh, them," the lobby guard replies. "They know, they'll be along in about an hour. Or so."

Bekah shakes her head. "Nah. You fly. I'll curl up on your couch and take a nap. Wake me when you've saved the day." She jokes, kicking off her tennis shoes as if she's ready to do just that.

Samantha drawls, "Right. Thanks." She hangs up and leans agains tthe elevator wall. "Looks like it's you and me til Erica gets here." she says to Namir on the phone. "You sound out of breath, did you run down a taxi?'

Erica can cause herself to slowly leave the ground rise to a desired height and remain there for an extended time. The difficulty is good. While using this stunt she and any persons or objects in contact with her are protected against wind patterns. An additional strength roll is needed to successfully carry individual people or objects weighing over 150 pounds in total difficulty of good.

"Mm-hmm. It doesn't have sirens." This obviously makes it the inferior vehicle. Namir glances out the window. "So. What are you wearing?" His smirk is evident in his playful tone.

Samantha smirks. "Just get here and you'll see what I'm wearing." she counters.

Out the door she goes, and back to the roof deck. Once she gets there Erica slips the ski mask on, completing the shroud of night colors, and flexes her knees. The solid surface is easily left behind as she takes to the skies and moves at a decent speed. Within minutes she's finding a dark place along the outside of Sam's building to land without being seen and touching down.

"Tease." Things are starting to look a lot more familiar around Namir. After passing a coffee shop he's been to countless times while staying at Sam's, he adds, "I'm almost there."

Pulling off the ski mask and tucking it into a pocket, Erica walks around to the main entrance. Along the way her gloves are also removed and tucked away. It won't do at all to look like a cat burglar when she seeks access to the place. Once she reaches the doors whatever's needed to get in is attempted.

"Mm-hmm. It doesn't have sirens." This obviously makes it the inferior vehicle. Namir glances out the window. "So. What are you wearing?" His smirk is evident in his playful tone.

Samantha smirks. "Just get here and you'll see what I'm wearing." she counters.

Out the door she goes, and back to the roof deck. Once she gets there Erica slips the ski mask on, completing the shroud of night colors, and flexes her knees. The solid surface is easily left behind as she takes to the skies and moves at a decent speed. Within minutes she's finding a dark place along the outside of Sam's building to land without being seen and touching down.

"Tease." Things are starting to look a lot more familiar around Namir. After passing a coffee shop he's been to countless times while staying at Sam's, he adds, "I'm almost there."

Pulling off the ski mask and tucking it into a pocket, Erica walks around to the main entrance. Along the way her gloves are also removed and tucked away. It won't do at all to look like a cat burglar when she seeks access to the place. Once she reaches the doors whatever's needed to get in is attempted.

"Alright. Thanks for keeping me company. Man, are the security folks going to be surprised." Sam notes gleefully. "Lazy bastiches."

There's going to be a word or two to the security folks when Namir gets out of this taxi. It pulls up outside the building just as Erica is attempting to gain entrance, and he quickly pays the cabbie and retrieves his change before bounding up the steps to the door. See, he conveniently has a key to the place. Perks of dating someone who lives here. "I've got it," he informs the captain as he fishes out his key and pushes open the door. "What floor are you on, Sam?" To the guy at the desk, he offers a glance and a frown. "I'm Namir Dayan from the ESU. Do you have a crowbar?"

Perfect timing. Excellent, she thinks, as Namir makes his way in. "Thanks, Namir." Erica follows and stops beside him, watching and listening as he speaks with the man at the desk. Her eyes wander a bit, taking in the features of the building while she waits. She also wonders if Bekah has drifted off into that nap yet and chuckles inwardly. Chance to fly missed.

"Um, I think," the man Namir addresses answers. "Whatcha need it for?" He starts looking around behind the desk, opening drawers and rummaging around a bit.

Samantha snaps her phone shut, makes an irritated noise, and slides down to her tush in one of the corners of the elevator. "Aaaany time now." she mutters.

"Because you have someone stuck in an elevator, and I wouldn't want your maintenance guys to miss a single minute of WWE Raw," responds Namir in a rather snappish manner. This is Namir being Very Much Not Thrilled.

She doesn't look thrilled so much herself, but neither does Erica look annoyed as she observes the exchange. Her emotions are veiled behind the appearance of neutrality. "What floor is she on?"

The man starts to scramble a bit at seeing Namir's expression. His fingers move faster, and voila! Seconds later he finds a crowbar in the desk, don't ask why it was there, and hands it over. He seems to have other questions, but the officer's expression causes him to not voice them.

"Thanks." Namir takes the crowbar and starts heading for the elevators. "She said she was in elevator two," he tells Erica as he glances up at the dial that would indicate what floor said elevator is on. Taking a note of the reading, he turns and heads for the stairs. "Any grand ideas?"

Samantha makes drilly gestures on the walls with her fingers and waits. And waits. She's not good at this part.

"Easy," Erica replies as she strides off with Namir. Her voice is kept to a whisper. "Sam told me there's a ceiling hatch. We get the doors open nine or ten floors above her, I float down and open it, then get her out." Yes, nine or ten floors, she said. Being who she is, the Captain is plotting to extend the flight some.

Nine or ten floors? That sounds a bit excessive to Namir, and he's got Sam to think about. Not only would climbing nine or ten extra flights of stairs take time, there's also the risk of injury should the worst occur and Erica drops her passenger. Not that he's saying Erica isn't strong. Or that Sam is fat. Or … or anything like that. He raises an eyebrow. "The floor above it should be fine, I think," he states as he wends his way ever upward. He stops at the landing of the floor above where Samantha is trapped and pushes open the door.

Seriously. Still waiting. So Sam texts Namir: What's the hurry? BORED,.

This one is moving around in mid-air at a normal walking or running speed with the ability to stop and restart as needed. The difficulty is good. While using this stunt she and any objects or persons in contact with her are protected against wind patterns. An additional strength roll is needed to successfully carry individual people or objects weighing over 150 pounds in total difficulty of good.

Damn. Busted! She seems to deflate a little at Namir's suggestion. Sure, Erica expected he'd say that, but she had to try. "The floor above works, yes." Once they reach the intended floor and Namir gets the doors open, Erica steps up to look down into the shaft. Her eyes scope it out, then she looks back over her shoulder. "Keep a lookout, Namir?" she asks. And she prepares to rise from the floor under her feet.

Just then two people stumble into the hall from another stairwell. Both seem about seventeen, one male and one female. They're engaged in making out, her shirt is unbuttoned and bra showing a bit. It seems the guy is well on his way to advanced bases.

Elevator doors aren't as hard to pry open as some would think, unless they're the more advanced locking sort. It doesn't take Namir long to get them open. Then it would seem that his job is done for the moment. Normally he'd have rappelling gear to finish the rescue, but that's what Erica's for. He nods to her at the mention of being a lookout, then catches sight of the two lovers and frowns. An elbow goes out to nudge Erica — then he gets a text message and pulls out his phone again. Smirking a bit and still keeping an eye on the younger pair down the way, he taps out a response message: We're right above you.

She looks over at them when Namir nudges her, just about to clear the floor, and pauses. She watches for a few seconds until the girl fishes out her key and turns to open the door, disengaging from him a bit. "So cool of my parents to go away for the weekend, Mike," she breathes, as he buries his face in her neck and proceeds to mark her with a large hickey. "Yeah, Kim. Very cool." He's only thinking of one thing, and his brain isn't in the equation. It takes her a few seconds of fumbling while he distracts her by doing that to get the door open, giggling as she does so, then they fall inside and the door closes.

Her head shakes. "Wonders never cease, it seems. Thought I might never say I was happy in any way to see teenagers hooking up." And with that she rises two inches off the floor and floats into the shaft, then makes her way down. Care is taken to avoid the cable; she opens the ceiling hatch and peers into the box holding Dr. Applebaum. "Lois? Are you in there?"

Samantha looks up. "Screw Lois." she retorts loudly. "Get me outta here, would you?"

"At least they both look of legal age," mutters Namir. Otherwise he would've likely stepped in to say something after Sam got out. After Erica disappears into the shaft, he leans up against the door frame (careful to avoid the button) and waits patiently. A smirk comes to his lips when he hears the faint talk below.

"Awwww," she replies as she starts to lower herself without support of anything through the hatch and float toward the floor. "You brought her up, Sam, after all. Are there any green rocks here?" While Erica speaks she reaches the elevator floor and holds position two inches above it. "Hop on," she invites. "Your pick of front or back."

"What's easiest for you?" Though Sam steps up to Erica, facing front, and for all intents and purposes, hugs her. It's likely easier to hang on that way. "Namir will be sorry he missed out." she snickers.

Namir remains on the lookout, totally missing all the hot action below. So much better than Muslim Girls Gone Wild.

She laughs slightly, replying "I can almost hear him now, grousing about this being a sandwich with no meat. Tell him it would have to be pork anyway if there were." She wraps Sam in a hug of her own for support and rises slowly toward the hatch. Even slow, however, it takes less than a second. Fortunately the opening is wide enough to fit them both through at the same time. Two or three seconds later Erica is turning so Sam's back is toward Namir and she floats toward the pried open doors.

Samantha is vaguely intrigued by the fact that she's floating, albeit Erica's floating and she's clinging. Perhaps surprisingly, when she looks down her expression is not one of panic, and instead she says thoughtfully, "Huh."

There's probably no need to help, but Namir reaches out his arms to put a hand on either side of Sam's waist and guide her and Erica in through the open elevator doors. "So much better than the elevator, hm?" he remarks with a smirk.

She floats forward into the opening, Sam going before her by virtue of positioning, and chuckles. "It's slower than I like, but it counts. How'd you like your taste of flying without machinery?" On the other side of those doors she'll settle onto the solid surface and let go of Sam once their feet are supported.

Seconds later the apartment door where the two teens went reopens. The girl remains in the doorway with something of an angry expression on her face. The guy, stepping outside backwards, protests. "I'm sorry I forgot, but, babe, I love you. We totally don't need those!" She just rolls her eyes in response and starts to close the door. He, in turn, glances down the hallway and spots Namir. Sure, he's older, but he'll understand, right? So… "Dude, I was totally about to score, but I forgot something. Can you hook me up?"

Samantha stares at the boy, then sort of peers around and eyes the girl. "Do you need a Planned Parenthood card?"

Startled not only by the voices but also the question, Namir almost drops Sam. Not that he was really holding her (thank God for small favors). Plenty of un-Muslim and un-Namir phrases go prancing through his brain as he turns his head to stare at the boy. "I … no. I don't … I don't carry those— that sort of thing on me." And then there's Dr. Applebaum to the rescue. Namir just closes his eyes and prays for it to go away.

"Parent, parent what?" the girl stammers when she hears herself addressed and spots Sam. "Um." She's turning a bright red with realizing other people now know what they'd been about to do. "Um, no. He didn't bring what I told him to, so… No. No parenthood happening here." And she closes the door on the boy's chances of getting any not just tonight, but in the foreseeable future. The guy stares at the door and raises his hand to knock on it, starting to beg. "Baby, I'll go get some and be back, I swear!" "Get lost, jerk!"

Erica starts to approach him. "Hey, I'm Captain Erica Snow. I'm a recruiter. Have you ever thought of serving your country?" And that does the trick. He looks at her for a moment like a deer caught in the headlights, then bolts for the stairs.

Samantha lets out a cackle. "So anyway, is Bekah on her way here? If she is, we can just meet at my place. We're already here."

Being a modest sort himself, Namir feels sorry for the girl. He rubs a hand over his face with a muttered something in Arabic and then pushes against one of the elevator doors, slowly closing them again. "You need to get out of this building. They obviously don't give a damn about their tenants." See: leaving Sam stuck in an elevator for a projected time of one hour.

"She's at my place, probably asleep," Erica answers. "I offered to bring her along for the ride but she wanted to stretch out on my couch and nap instead." Her head shakes a time or three, as if not able to understand why anyone would turn down the opportunity she provided. "We can probably call and wake her, pass the word of changing locations."

"Oh really, do -you- want to try and find another prime location close to work apartment for me…in Manhattan?" Sam snarks lightly, and looks to Erica. "Eh, we could go back to your place if you don't mind the schlep."

Namir simply falls silent, deciding that now is not the time nor the place to discuss such matters. Instead, he just slaps the curved end of the crowbar into his palm thoughtfully. Obviously, he doesn't mind where they go.

"We could regroup at yours and call her, then ask what her thoughts are," Erica suggests, looking from one to the other as she starts for the stairs. "How'd you like it, Sam? Or should I say Lois?" A smile is starting to cross her features as the words are spoken.

Samantha lifts a brow. "Some day, some time, I will probably have to do something of the medical persuasion to you or on you." she says to Erica. "Remember that! And sure, let's just head to my place. Fiyero loves company."

"I'm just going to run down to the security desk and drop this off," Namir states, holding up the crowbar. "I'll be up in a minute." And he sets off to do just that.

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