Paris.

[Empathy]

[ooc: three days ago, Le Havre]

"Just a few more blocks, Mademoiselle Smith." The long-legged man with a clipboard waltzed away through the long corridors of endless container blocks. "It arrived two days ago on the SS Atlantic conveyor II, one of the fastest container ships on the planet." For a French accountant, Mr Dégard had a very lyrical voice. He still walks too fast. These wretched long legs. Lisa didn't want to use her powers to catch up with him. Father forbid the use of her powers before the mission really started. "Ah. There we are. Container U-trois-cent-soixante-douze." He stopped in front of a cubic container of roughly twelve feet length. "Four mètres by four mètres. It is smaller than our typical container, but weights significantly more." The man seemed intrigued by the numerical facts on his sheet of paper. "May I inquire what is inside?" Lisa looked at the man. With his strange way of walking and talking, she had decided to think of him as 'the funny Frenchman'. "Just toys of mine." "Ah." The man didn't seem to believe the girl. "And when should I schedule a team to unload container U372?" He asked, tapping his pen impatiently against the yellow clipboard. "That won't be necessary. The container will be empty by tomorrow."

[ooc: now, outside of Paris]

Laser blasts every which way. "The robot is inside the second perimeter." A man yelled into his communicator before grabbing his gun again and shooting at the metal giant. When will they learn? Lisa didn't make any effort to dodge the energy beams. They just bounced off the Golem's armored body like jets of water from a garden hose bounce off a car. Hey, maybe I won't have to clean this puppet tomorrow. And with a loud crash, she made her trusty Golem crash through an armored door. "It breached the third perimeter!"

Inside the security room, a few floors below the heavy action, a stocky French general was stroking his mustache. "It seems zee robot is heading towards section Bee Euuuuh." He was speaking to his American counterpart over a videochat stream. "B.E.? Where you quarantined the machines left behind by the brotherhood of evil?" "Yessss, zee ones that zee Teen Titans did not completely trash." A red light started flashing in the background. Another communication from the third perimeter interrupted the two military heads. "Mon général, we need reinforcements now." The older man twirled his mustache for a moment before turning his attention to the American on the screen. "You heard zee men. Can you send us support?" There was an American military base two hours north of Paris.

Inside her cockpit, Lisa was growing bored. Even the little red lights flashing on her screen were not distracting her very much. With a simple thought, she had the Golem slap away a group of men charging at her. Then the puppet jumped up a ledge as some bigger canon appeared from a door. Oooh. Something I actually need to dodge. Looking through her panoramic screen, she browsed her surrounding for something that could serve as a cover for her giant toy. Then she decided the best way to counter the canon was simply to jump at it and punch it to the ground.

"Geronimoooo." Lots of little red dots flashed as the men shot while they scrambled away from the imminent impact.

[Feathers]

"Well, would you look at that?"

Poison Ivy (a.k.a Pamela Lillian Isley) stood by the window. Watching a fight go down. Happening right before her. Entertain by the bright lights and loud explosion. Funny how it looked like fireworks to her, which her lips curl in amusement.

"The prefect distraction I needed..."

She started to strip and ditch the janitor disguise. Originally, she planned to waltz into high-tech-security-building as a janitor. No one stop the janitor to make his/her round for cleaning. It would be such a prefect cover to walk in undetected. Then again, worse scenario. She could always go out with a bang, like whoever was doing the 'light show'.

Question, why was she there? What does Poison Ivy wants from this security firm?

Shopping, of course! They have something she wants. Something she needed for her brilliant plan. That would take the world by storm. A stepping stone to rid the human inhabitant of the earth.

Hey, Mother nature was counting on her.

(OCC: Emp, I'm not too sure where the ice machine exactly kept by whom. So, am making up as I go? Unless, I miss something mention or pointed out in your post. Let me know so I can make the correction, k? Really sorry for the make-up)

[Empathy]

The canon shot its green blast into the air. It struck the Golem half-way, knocking it against the ceiling before making it fall. "Aaaah!" Lisa yelled inside her cockpit. It happened too fast for her to react: one moment everything flashed green on her screen, then she saw the floor rushing in on her. Finally,her seat belt cut the air out of her lungs and her vision blacked out.

Outside, the men were cautiously approaching the now immobile Golem. It didn't seem to be damaged on the exterior, but had stopped moving once it had hit the floor after a three story fall. "Approach with care." A captain said, before motioning his men towards the resting form.

When Lisa recovered consciousness, she found herself encapsulated in a giant airbag. "Deflate. Deflate!" Lisa used her powers to push the white bags away. That's when she saw the human forms approach her from each side. "Oh, no you guys won't." They probably had restraining gear. After all, this was a prime target for supers to attack. With a quick push from its powerful legs, the Golem leaped up again, and starting sprinting towards the canon. It was aimed squarely at the robot, but with the men circling the mech, the shot was withhold. A grave mistake as the Golem collided with the machine and a giant green explosion ensued.

Outside, the men were yelling at each other. "The ceiling! It's crashing!" It was hard to see with all the smoke coming from the collision between the mech and the canon. But the combination of a loud, ominous creaking noise and falling debris was enough to chase away most of the soldiers.

Meanwhile, in the center of the smoke and safely tucked away inside her puppet, Lisa was running over her situation. The screens on her left were flashing yellow. Left arm down. An annoying loss, but not much to worry about. She didn't care about the falling ceiling either. Her plans confirmed that the level above the current room was mostly empty. Her Golem could survive the collapse and then move on. But where to now?

"The fastest way down is through the elevator shaft. I could just pull the cabin out and jump down." The airbags would trigger again, but she was pretty sure she could soften the landing this time. The plans on her screen suggested that the shaft was just a little larger than the Golem. She could use her powers and the shaft walls to slow down. Then, once down there, grab the gun, climb back up and leave.

That was the plan. With a one-armed golem.

[Feathers]

Poison Ivy waltz into the warehouse. Arm in arm with a chubby looking security guard. An overweight man with very little hair. That he was unlikely been serenaded by such beauty, like her. Or even taken a second look to look at. A man whose likely diet seems to consist of donuts. The kind of man whom was unlikely to live long. Give or take. He probably lives a year or so, or even a couple of months from now. Dying from an over clogged fats stucks in his arteries.

Walking ahead of them, was several of his (the chubby guard) subordinate. Under her mind control. They took care of their other colleague. Attacking and knocking them out with pure violence. Murdering those who were foolish enough to stand in her ways. They were no match for her. No man could resist her seduction, her beauty and especially not her pheromone. Just a blow of her mind-controlling dust. All weak minded men and women helplessly fall into her spell. Easily manipulate and use by her, and only her.

“Are we there yet?” She paused to check the guard nametag. Having no care if she actually even remembers his name. “… Robert…”
“We're almost there, my queen…” He leads to the last door in the end of the room. Using his key card with the ultimate access throughout the whole warehouse. Explaining why she had picked him as her escort.

Opening the doors. Her eyes lit up with excitement. Overjoyed that she had found the prize she had been looking for. Just within her grasp. Taking a step forward. Pushing aside the now useless bald man. She heard a loud crash from above, as the cement ceiling started to crack. Dust and rubble started to fall as they started to give way. Instinct kicks in and she jumped out of harm’s ways. Just before the whole ceiling came down where she last stood seconds ago.

[Empathy]

There were some complications on the way down. There always were. Two levels before its final destination, the shaft had been closed down with a nasty piece of tank-grade metal. "Really?" Lisa looked at the bent piece of metal under her Golem's feet. "If a ten story drop of a fifty ton guy only did that, I'm going to be punching through this all night." So someone was still following her movements. But I didn't see any cameras. Probably her maps were inaccurate. It didn't matter. She'd punch through a different way.

A few minutes later, and another ceiling crashed. The Golem followed quickly behind, spraying the whole room with dust in the process. "Finally." Lisa's eyes immediately turned to her prospective prize: the ice machine used by the brotherhood of evil to freeze up the Titans. "Bingo." A few red dots appeared on the screen. She had company. Lisa gave a sigh. "I didn't expect anyone down here after the mess I made upstairs." Though an ambush on the way up was pretty much certain.

Turning around, the Golem faced the other people present in the room. There were a handful of men. Most of them seemed to be higher-up on the military chain. "Did they run out of actual soldiers?" And then there was a woman. Dressed in a rather different garb. Because of the settling dust, Lisa did not recognize her. Why was this group here? Would they prove a hindrance to the Golem? Or should Lisa just focus on the mission and figure out how to best carry the machine out?

[Feathers]

Poison Ivy sweet faces turn into scorn. Just when trouble came crashing down from the ceiling. She wasn't expecting a company and it doesn't seem like whoever it was allied to the security firm. So, she asked herself? Was this trouble a villain or a hero? If he or she was, he/she make the most lousy entry in the hero history.

But then it became all clearly to her when the trouble turn and set his/her eyes on the device. Well, screw him/her? She (Poison Ivy) saw it first and it was hers. HERS! She didn't come all the way to Paris to shop and eat some stupid croissant. Beside, she has a better scheme to make use of that device. That whoever it was in that tin-can suit.

"Fools! Don't just stand there! Attack that...thing!" She snapped at the fat pig who calls himself a security guard.
"Yes, mistress. Whatever you desire, mistress. Fire it..." He pointed at the tin-suit and order his men (whom was under Ivy's control too) do as they were told.
"Don't stop firing at it until your drop dead!" She snapped at him one more time before making a mad dash to the device.
"With pleasure, mistress..." He reply