#andrew garrett investigation

[eyeliner-and-c1garettes]

Not to self insert, BUUUUT if I went to the Winchester Mystery House with Garrett Watts and Andrew Siwicki, this is what I’d wear.

(As if I didn’t nearly shit my pants when a ghost tapped my shoulder in a historical home this year 🤡)

[golbrocklovely]

Daz is an improvement if they’re going to go for random streamers! Love Shane & Ryan dearly but a collab with them would be good for novelty and nothing else (maybe SNC could show up on a different show on Watcher as a fun meta gag). Garrett would probably vibe really well with them and that’s a collab that would pull in a audience that would probably like their stuff. Def hope to see more stuff with Dakota and Destination Fear gang. Sigh…. I think the problem is most other paranormal YT creators don’t have huge audiences. S & R is probably the biggest but their fans kinda suck and love to bag on other paranormal investigators for being fake so idk what a collab with them would accomplish in terms of growing an audience. So I get why SNC target seemingly random collabs to get views and hype but it sacrifices video quality. :/

i used to watch shane and ryan back when they were on buzzfeed, and back then i used to think that they would work well with snc but idk now. i've heard from a lot of ppl, even those from their fandom, that ppl take them too seriously and rag on others that ghost hunt which i find a bit strange.

but i still think a collab would be interesting. just praying that if that does happen everyone can just be nice about it lol a collab shouldn't cause drama

garrett (and assumingly andrew too) would work well. i think snc could either add or subtract to garrett's craziness lol

and snc have already collabed with dakota ! they filmed with him not that long ago so we should be seeing that collab at some point in the near future.

and i think to some degree you're right about other ghost hunting content creators being "too small" audience wise. idk if snc are only going after big content creators for that reason alone, but i think a part that does play into it (that not too many ppl talk about) is that i think other investigators don't like snc to some degree. part of it is definitely jealousy (even if it will never be admmitted) but it's also bc snc are so over-the-top, some ppl think they fake their videos. now, do i think that snc overreact sometimes, or ham it up? yeah. but i don't think any of the evidence they've ever gotten has been faked. maybe it could be fleshed out a bit further just to check that it wasn't something else, but i don't fault them for stuff like that. but i think other investigators think of snc as not professional enough - which i both agree and disagree with.

like…. you talk to the dead. that's not exactly office level professionalism lol but i digress

i'm excited to see what they got with all the collabs they did in the uk. while i don't love that it was just all streamers, i'm still excited to see it nonetheless.

[woodwind-sensei]

I can’t believe Shane Dawson just invented investigative journalism

[queeniecook]

March 4 - Part 1

Jillian Ambrose is standing in her parent’s new house in Glimmerbrook, chatting with Vera via video call.

“I really hope he’s here soon. My parents are starting to ask questions.” Jillian whispers into the phone, due to the fact that her parents are flirting not to far from her.

“They’re parents, it’s their sworn duty to investigate the potential boyfriends and girlfriends of their kids.” Vera tells Jillian softly.

“I don’t know if we’re headed there.” Jillian shares worriedly.

“I do! I gotta go. I need to pee. AGAIN.” Vera tells her with a sigh before ending the call with a smile.

Soon enough, there’s a knock at the door.

“Jilly Bean was so cute when she was younger, she slept with Mr. Velveteen the rabbit until she was thirteen!” Denise shares with Dakota while they all munch down on the autumn salad she had prepared for lunch.

“MOM!!!” Jillian snaps with embarrassment.

Dakota smirks, thinking the whole thing is adorable. “That’s really cute.”

Jillian blushes and stuffs more salad in her mouth like a true lady.

“If Mom makes Jillian die of embarrassment, I get her inheritance.” Andrew says with a smirk, not taking his eyes off the TV in front of him.

“Just keep eating your food.” Garret tells his son with annoyance. He swears that boy always has something to say on everything. Must be a teenager thing. Jillian wasn’t like that, she always had her head in a book.

Naturally, once the food was gone. Garrett had to see to his duty of Fatherhood by cornering Dakota and asking him what his intentions are with Jillian. No better place to in the world than in the bathroom for this conversation to take place. There’s only one door to run out of and Garrett was standing in front of it.

“Sir, I can assure you I don’t plan to hurt Jillian.” Dakota told him. Thankfully, Dakota is used to pressure and older men staring him down. He is in the national guard after all.

“You may not mean to but I doubt Branson meant to either.” Jillian’s Dad comments.

“Well, that was a bit of a different situation….I can’t promise I never will hurt her. I don’t make promises unless I know for sure I can keep them. But, I do know I will do everything I can in my power not to hurt her. She’s gone the extra mile for me when she didn’t have to. I really like her, Sir.” Dakota tells Garrett truthfully.

Garrett grunts in a way only Father’s can and nods. “If you ever propose, I want to know about it first.”

Dakota blinks at him but nods. He wasn’t ready to jump there just yet but he understands what Garrett is saying. “Of course, Sir.”

A few hours later….

“I’ve always wondered was on the other side of this portal.” Jillian admits. She had found it as a teenager and had wondered about it ever since. Dakota had explained to her that it’s the portal to get to the Magic Realm.

“You’re about to see it for yourself.” Dakota assures her before he grabs her hand and walks through it with her.

[ncisfranchise-source]

TENNANT AND THE NCIS TEAM SUSPECT FOUL PLAY WHEN THEY INVESTIGATE A FATAL CAR CRASH INVOLVING A NAVY OFFICER WHO TURNS OUT TO BE AN IMPOSTER, ON “NCIS: HAWAI’I,” MONDAY, OCT. 3

“Stolen Valor” – Tennant and the NCIS team suspect foul play when they investigate a fatal car crash involving a Navy officer who turns out to be an imposter. Also, Whistler finds herself in danger when she goes undercover to learn the truth behind the accident, on the CBS Original series NCIS: HAWAI’I, Monday, Oct. 3 (10:00-11:00 PM, ET/PT) on the CBS Television Network, and available to stream live and on demand on Paramount+.

REGULAR CAST:

Vanessa Lachey

(Special Agent in Charge Jane Tennant)

Alex Tarrant

(Kai Holman)

Noah Mills

(Jesse Boone)

Yasmine Al-Bustami

(Lucy Tara)

Jason Antoon

(Ernie Malik)

Tori Anderson

(Kate Whistler)

Kian Talan

(Alex Tennant)

GUEST CAST:

Seana Kofoed

Cher Alvarez

Kate Miner

Kathy Searle

Oksana Platero

Shawn Passwaters

Terrence Arashi Elliott

Olivia Jordan

Anastasia Baranova

Antal Kalik

(Commander Chase)

(Bam Bam)

(Lt. Audry)

(Lydia)

(Malkie)

(Michael Garrett)

(Cargo Facility Guard)

(Woman/Vessela Toska)

(Elena)

(Thug 1)

WRITTEN BY: Amy Rutberg

DIRECTED BY: Tim Andrew

[sweetsmellosuccess]

Sundance 2022: Days 7 & 8

Number of Films: 4 Best Film of the Day: Emily the Criminal

Something in the Dirt: A couple of rando dudes in L.A. meet at a small apartment complex. They become sort of buds, sharing smokes, and talking about spearfishing. Then, they observe a peculiar phenomenon in one of their apartments, and think maybe it could be their big break. They start to make a documentary about it, and then, things start to get really weird. Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead have made a decent directing career out of taking oddball, vaguely sci-fi premises, and expanding them into interesting, unexpected features. This film, in which they also star as the dudes — Benson plays Levi, a slacker bartender with a confusingly criminal backstory; Moorhead plays John, an intelligent, though smug man, with an air of wholly unearned superiority — has similar vibes to their other work (including The Endless, and Synchronic) but this one, shot during the quarantine, has an even more claustrophobic effect. As the two bros begin to investigate this phenomena — objects suddenly rising in the air, cast in a shimmering light, which also seems to emanate from a closet — they go from assuming it’s supernatural, to something that involves incoming aliens, Pythagorean theorems, extremely complicated metaphysical math computations, and potential wormholes. Along the way, they also fall increasingly into a shadowy world of extreme conspiracy theories and coincidences they seemingly find everywhere, taking them to remote desert outposts, mountain tops, and graveyards, gathering their ever-more unhinged “research.” As they continue this quixotic quest, the tensions between them begin to grow, until their grievances begin to curtail the project. It’s an interesting sort of premise, and the character work between the pair is finely wrought (we don’t at first realize what a colossally selfish jerk John is until towards the end), but there are limitations to what they can accomplish in such a confined space. It’s pretty clear that the pair had to conceive a way to make a film during a pandemic, and the solution was to utilize as few people as possible — save for some confusing 1:1 interview inserts, with experts talking about what happened, they are the only people ever on screen — which makes for a limited sort of narrative. It also becomes increasingly peculiar in its conventions. At times, it works like a found footage construction, other times, a more free-flowing narrative, and/or a quasi documentary, but it’s unclear who has put together this ungainly construction. For all its interesting gambits, digging into the heart of conspiratorial analysis, it’s also a bit too long to really support itself. The result is not uninteresting, but doesn’t quite hang together the way they intend.

Cha Cha Real Smooth: Writer/Director/Star Cooper Raiff has a way of betting big on himself, and pulling it off. The versatile young man, still in his mid-20s, has now made two films starring himself (including 2020’s S#!%House), so often, certain doom (think for a moment how many of your friends in high school and college professed to want to make such movies, it’s roughly the equivalent of a young athlete stating their intention to play for the NBA), and, against all seeming odds, has staked a claim as a legit filmmaker with burgeoning (indie) star power. The thing about the lanky, dark-haired actor, he’s got a genuine sense of character, and enough charisma to pull it off. As Andrew, a recent college grad come home to New Jersey to stay with his adoring mom (Leslie Mann), admiring kid brother (Evan Assante), and disparaging new stepdad (Brad Garrett), he’s a bit lost, but hardly wayward. He quickly gets a “lousy” job (at a mall stand called “Meat Sticks”), attempts to stay in contact with his college girlfriend, who has gone abroad to Barcelona and is mostly ignoring him, and more or less tries to figure out his next move (very much a people person, he seems genuinely interested in working for a nonprofit having to do with kids). Along the way, he randomly attends the Bar Mitzvah of a friend of his brother’s, and does such a good job getting everyone popping on the dance floor, he gets hired by a slew of other Jewish moms, planning for their own child’s upcoming big day. At this event, he also happens to meet Domino (Dakota Johnson), a beautiful though mercurial as-yet single mother, and her on-the-spectrum daughter Lola (Vanessa Burghardt). Sweetly effusive, he strikes a friendship with both of them, before things start to lean in another direction, despite the fact that Domino is actually engaged to Joseph (Raul Castillo), a successful, serious lawyer. As with his first feature, Raiff is canny enough to endow his self-portrayed characters with enough rough edges to keep them grounded — Andrew, as much a sweetheart as he is, seems to have a bit of a drinking problem, and has a way of shunning his responsibilities as much as embrace them — and the dialogue is often a cracking good time (“You were put on Earth to make things weird,” he tells his stepdad after a particularly peculiar exchange). Johnson, continuing her most welcome foray into indie films (including Am I Ok?, another selection at this year’s Sundance), as both an actress and producer, is very good, which is just enough to give her character, who, perhaps a bit too conveniently for narrative purposes, seems to fly from one extreme to the other, and wonderful, albeit small turns from cagey veterans Mann and Garrett, add to the film’s cache. But the real star here, once again, is Raiff, himself, both as the glue that holds the entire enterprise together, and as the main draw itself, his wit and charm pouring out from nearly every line. As a writer, it’s pretty clear he could still use some seasoning (along with the aforementioned Domino, her daughter, who speaks without contractions like a vulcan, feels more than a bit flimsy), but as a performer, and dynamo behind his films, it seems entirely appropriate that he’s center stage. He could well be an unlikely star in the making.

3 Minutes: A Lengthening: The film starts with those titular three minutes — shot in a small Polish village in 1938, by a Naturalized American, on vacation with his wife to visit his old shtetl — a mere year and change before the town, Nasielsk, gets taken over by invading Nazis and the 3000 some odd Jews living there get wiped out. At first, the 16mm footage seems unremarkable, a line of buildings down the small main street, crowds of kids and onlookers pushing towards the camera, attempting hammily to stay in frame as long as possible, as the most unusual sight of a movie camera is presented to them. There are a few different sorts of shots, as well, some in black and white, others in color, from inside a neighborhood restaurant, more kids crowded in the windows, trying to get a glimpse; or people pouring out of the local synagogue, and on with the rest of their days. But cannily, director Bianca Stigler, keeps her film on that footage, reviewing it over and over, in sections, or by faces, as we hear in VO, the voice of Glenn Kurtz, who found this footage shot by his grandfather, David, crumbling in a family closet, before sending it to the Holocaust Museum, where it was painstakingly restored (and with not a moment to spare, as it turns out, in just a few weeks, the film would have become completely unrecoverable). Glenn eventually finds a survivor from the town (of which there were only about 100), who actually recognizes himself in the footage (a young kid with a big grin, and dark cap), and is able to identify a few of the others, but despite their best efforts, the vast majority of people shown in the film (some 150, which Stigler takes the time to pop out in single headshots) remain unknown. It’s a haunting sort of portrait, a recognition, once again, of the tremendous toll such a genocide wrecks, and a testament to the tremendous loss of heritage and culture at their loss. Towards the end, one interviewee makes mention the idea of “absence in the presence,” and, sadly, by that point in this affecting film, you know exactly what they mean.

Emily the Criminal: When we first meet Emily (Aubrey Plaza), she’s at a job interview, somewhat nervously handling the questions put to her by an HR rep. When he gets to her felony conviction, however, she drops her amiability and storms out, flashing a temper and resolution that we understand might have something to do with the charges against her. Saddled with $70k in student loan debt — which you might as well double, as it’s $70k of student loan debt from art school — and with no great opportunities before her, she takes a tip from a buddy at the catering company she works for, and gets in contact with Youcef (Theo Rossi), a Lebanese American, who along with his cousin, Khalil (Jonathan Avigdori), runs a ‘dummy shopper’ ring. Soon, Emily is sauntering into a big-box store, and buying a large flatscreen with a stolen credit card and a fake driver’s license. With the chance at scoring big money, and with no better prospects in sight, she quickly goes from contract shopping for Youcef, to having him help set up her own shopping platform, to the consternation of Khalil. When things take a turn, putting the cousins at odds with one another, it’s Emily who shows the more passive Youcef, now her boyfriend, how things are done. It’s another great turn from Plaza, who has fully embraced her indie-goddess status, starring in (and producing) low budget pictures with a great deal of panache. Emily, with her artistic talent on-hold to appease her massive student debt (the Millennial’s Burden, it would seem), is frustrated and down on her luck, but, we come to understand, far more indomitable and feisty than anyone gives her credit for, at first. “The problem,” about her aggravated assault conviction on her then boyfriend, she eventually confides to Youcef, “was I didn’t go far enough.” She certainly doesn’t make that mistake twice. John Patton Ford’s highwire-taut thriller builds in suspense slowly, but unmistakably, as we get more embroiled in Emily’s circumstances. As the tension mounts, she comes more and more into her own, until at last she’s outgrown the restraints, ethical and legal, put on her. It’s a rare form of film that finds in the heart of its protagonist, the unrepentant soul of a born gangster.

The Sundance Film Festival has returned, albeit in virtual-only format. We might not be skating on the ice and snow of Park City, but we’re still going to take in a whole bunch of independent films, some of which might be the best things we get to see this year. Let’s see how it goes.

[gautierprotectionsquad]

Crossover fic: Cut&Run / AFTG. Ty Grady/Zane Garrett. Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten. Trying my best at being canon compliant.

Summary: Ty and Zane work in the Baltimore offices of the FBI. Neil Josten was taken in by the FBI in Baltimore. This crossover was practically handed right to me and the only reason no one has wrote it is bc of the lack of overlap between fandoms. Hope someone enjoys.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation in Baltimore have been after The Butcher for over 10 years. They knew it was Nathan Wesninski but were never able to gather enough evidence to convince. Well, Mr. Wesninski had just returned home from prison and the FBI were ready with a welcome home present just for him. Or at least so they thought.

Ty Grady stood, pointed his gun, ready to shoot while someone shouted "FBI. PUT YOUR HANDS UP" and agents entered the building. Someone was sitting in a chair in front of Nathan Wesninski's house. As he got closer, Ty realized that they were bleeding, another couple steps, realized they were tied to the chair.

He was just a boy. The boy smiled, crazed.

  "My name is Nathaniel Wesninski and my father is dead." The boy couldn't stop laughing.

Agents left the building. One of them said "sir, everyone was dead when we walked in. No survivors. Confirmed that one of the bodies was Wesninski's.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

  ***

  "I wasn't even aware Wesninki had a kid," Zane said as he watched Nathaniel through the 2-sided mirror.

   "No one did. This is so fucked up. Tortured his own damn kid." Ty couldn't jeep the anger out of his voice. He came in first thing to see how the kid was doing, wanting to know what they’ve gotten out of him so far. They needed this kid. He was the only thing they had to crack down on the rest of the Butcher’s people.

   Nathaniel aka Neil Josten had just gotten out of the hospital and was now being interrogated by two fbi agents. The boy was completely covered in bandages covering up burn marks from god knows what and deep cuts all over.

   One of the agents left the room. "He's refusing to talk.”

   “That man almost killed him but he’s protecting his people now?” Zane asked.

   “No. He wants to talk to his team first.”

   "Team?" Zane asked

   "Neil Josten is the star striker for the Palmetto State Foxes exy team," Ty answered.

   "You've got to be kidding me. He's been on TV?"

   The other agent spoke. "They've been looking for him. We already called his coach. They're on their way in a discreet van. They'll be here soon."

****

His teammates were insane. Every single one of them. The Palmetto State Foxes were famous for being a team filled with problem children that the rest of society gave up on as well as being insanely talented. Every. Single. One of them refused to talk. The only thing they'd say is "Let me see Neil" and nothing else. Ty didn't think they knew anything anyway. It wasn't until a five foot gremlin pulled a knife on one of the agents that they decided to let them all get their way. But not without the knife kid getting handcuffed to his coach.

They put them all in a hotel room and gave them 20 minutes.

Neil agreed to tell them everything as long as Andrew, the knife gremlin, came with and that he not be put in witness protection. Instead, he'll be allowed to live his life as Neil Josten of the Palmetto State Foxes.

  "Wait. He doesn't want witness protection?" Zane asked, confused.

  "The coach is just as insane as the rest of them. Yeah. Nathaniel would rather play exy." said agent Brown, his hands in the air, angry that Neil had threatened him and gotten what he wanted.

For some reason, it didn't sit right with Ty that Brown was still calling him Nathaniel. Everyone that cared about the kid considered him Neil. Anyway, referring to the kid as Nathaniel Wesninski when his father's name was Nathan Wesninski was confusing as fuck and such a headache for Ty. Neil Josten was easier.

  "It's sort of smart. He's a public figure. We can't take him away without everyone knowing what happened. And someone's bound to recognize him from tv. Being so visible makes him easy to find but it's also it's own form of protection. No one can kill him without risking cameras or everyone on the news talking about it."

  As if to prove Ty's point, the station they were currently on started talking about Neil Josten, the sports anchors all taking a guess at what happened based only on rumors. Some of them were right, that he was kidnapped, while others were outlandish and, unfortunately for Neil Josten, not nearly as outlandish as the reality. Can't kidnap a public figure without everyone talking about it.

  They all took shifts to take notes on Neil's story. It started when he was just 10 years old and it was long and impressive. Even agent Brown stopped giving Neil shit after learning about their choice to keep running rather than staying with another crime family for protection. Andrew sat next to him the whole time, clearly a calming presence for Neil, giving him strength.

  Ty and Zane both came into the interrogation room after 3 hours. Zane handed Neil and Andrew some food.

  "Looks like we're in the 7th inning stretch" Ty said, hoping to lighten the mood.

  "I don't speak baseball," Neil said.

  Ty gave Zane a pained look. Zane just smiled.

  "Half time, then. Are those in exy?" Ty asked, not able to remove his rude tone.

  That resulted in Neil giving a 10 minute long speech about the rules of exy. Zane was probably imagining it but for a second he thought he saw a pained look in Andrew's eyes before he went back to his usual bland expression.

  Ty put his hand up. "I'm going to have to stop you there. Breaks over. We should get your story over with. The sooner you finish, the sooner we can all go home."

  That shut him up. He sighed, looked at Andrew for support, then continued where he left off. His father had caught up to him and his mother and his mother had stopped to fight back. She was hurt. Bad. But she kept driving until they got to a beach and then died. Neil didn't specify which beach but he told them that he burned the car and then buried her, got rid of all their belongings and evidence and set up his current and final identity. Neil Josten. How he gave up running and just let his father capture him when he threatened his teammates.

  Ty felt like he was leaving some things out but it didn't matter. They were getting names, they were going to bring Nathan Wesninski's people down. The kid was a pathological liar forced to spill his whole unfortunate life story. Let him keep a few secrets.

  When he got to his father's "birthday present" Ty couldn't stop himself from gagging. Zane grimaced, also grossed out. Especially because Neil said it so casually.

  "Don't worry. It was animal blood," he said as if it made everything better. Ty was reminded of Neil's look of delight when he said his father was dead. That kid was going to need some major therapy.

  Ty and Zane went home late that night, not even caring if people saw them leaving together. Ty drove one handed, the other hand clasped in Zane's, resting on Zane's thigh. Neither of them spoke, knowing that both of them were thinking about Neil Josten aka Alex Rodriguez aka Johnathan Collins aka Henry West and so on and so forth. A kid that grew up with a serial killer and mobster for a father and the scars to prove it. A kid kept hidden and then forced on the run until he couldn't run anymore.

   Ty knew Neil was lying about not knowing where the rest of the money his mother stole from his father was but Ty didn't give a shit. Not like the other agents like Brown would. Let the kid have it.

  Finally, Zane spoke up. "So what the fuck is exy?"

  Ty chuckled. "Didn't you hear the kid's 10 minute long rant?"

  "Those rules don't even make any sense. How is it even physically possible to stop a goal. And what do you mean mouth guards are optional?"

  "I'll put a game on when we get home and you'll see. I hear the knife gremlin's insanely talented. Like Olympian level."

  Zane lay on the couch while Ty put on a rerun of a Palmetto Foxes exy game, the one right before Neil got kidnapped. Ty plopped down on the top of Zane, making Zane grunt, and got comfortable.

  Zane read more about the players on his phone. Seeing that 2 of the foxes, including Andrew Minyard's twin brother, were recovering drug addicts made him a lot more invested in the game.

THE END.

[storiesforallfandoms]

secret first date ~ andrew siwicki

word count: 1314

request?: no

description: when you and andrew finally get the time to go out on your first date, the squad comes to find out that you two are dating by accident

pairing: andrew siwicki x female!reader

warnings: none really

masterlist

You were friends with Garrett first. He introduced you to Shane, which meant you met Ryland and Morgan shortly after. Eventually, Andrew joined the group and the six of you became “The Squad”. You joined in on many of their series and adventures, which is how you and Andrew became so close.

“The Squad” was filming a spooky video overnight in a supposedly haunted building. After some investigating and finding some pretty convincing evidence that it was haunted, you were having trouble sleeping. Andrew, whom you were sharing a room with, noticed your struggle and stayed up talking with you all night.

After that, the dynamic between the two of you changed. You had become much more flirty with one another, and you found yourself becoming excited at the thought of getting to see him. You nearly jumped for joy when Andrew asked you out on a date.

The only hitch in your first date plans was how busy Andrew was with Shane. They had been filming Shane’s new series with Jeffree Star all year and the past few weeks they had been non-stop editing. You had both decided to keep the date a secret from the group until it happened, just in case it didn’t go well, so asking Shane if he could take a night off for the date was off the table.

Finally, when they finished editing the first two episodes and made sure they were perfect, Andrew called you.

“We’re taking a break from editing tomorrow, whatever plans you have cancel them. We’re going on that date.”

The next night, Andrew picked you up at your apartment. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white button up dress shirt, which matched your jeans and blouse ensemble.

“We’re almost matching,” he pointed out with a slight chuckle.

“That’s what happens when you say it’s ‘kinda casual’,” you teased.

“I don’t know how to dress for a first date, this is my go to.” He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Are...are you ready to go?”

You nodded, feeling unable to speak. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, it wasn’t like this was a random date. It was only Andrew, you knew Andrew. But maybe that’s why you were so nervous. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him, or ruin the dynamic within the friend group.

The car ride to the restaurant was quiet besides the music coming from Andrew’s radio. You were trying to find something to talk about, but you felt like there wasn’t anything to discuss. You had known Andrew for a few years now, so you knew him pretty well. You didn’t want to ask about work since this as technically his day off. That left you with very little to discuss.

You arrived to the restaurant and Andrew was a true gentleman. He held both his car door and the restaurant door open, and held your chair out for you when you sat down.

“You’re such a gentleman,” you told him. “How has no one snatched you up yet?”

Andrew shrugged. “There just hasn’t been a spark with any of my exes. Recently it’s been a lot of girls on Tinder just trying to hook up with me because I’m Shane’s cameraman, and I’m not into that. I want a real relationship with someone.”

“I get that,” you nodded. “I gave up all the dating apps I was on because they were mainly sleazy guys trying to hook up and that was it. I’m more of an old fashioned type of person when it comes to dating anyways, I prefer to go out and meet someone face to face, get to know them through dates before getting physical.”

“What kind of physical would we be, then, since we know each other already?”

The question wasn’t sexual, he wasn’t being cheeky or flirty. He genuinely wanted to know where you two stood.

While you weren’t the type of person to “put out” on the first date, you would do anything to go home with Andrew tonight, and to wake up in his bed, in his arms, the next morning.

But you didn’t want to weird him out on the first date, so you responded, “I think holding hands.”

Andrew’s eyes widened in mock shock. “Only holding hands?”

“You’ll need to work towards other physical contact, like hugging or cuddling.”

“How far do I have to go for a first kiss?”

The question took you by surprise. Your face was on fire and you looked away so he wouldn’t notice. “We’ll see.”

After the restaurant, Andrew exercised his hand holding privilege while on a short walk together. Your heart skipped a beat when his hand touched yours, and you felt dizzy when he laced his fingers through yours. You wished you had some preparation so you could wipe your undoubtedly sweaty palm. You tried not to think too much about it, it was just a hand hold. It was nothing big, nothing to freak out over.

As you opened your mouth to try and make some sort of conversation, Andrew’s phone rang. He stopped to take it out of his pocket and check the caller ID.

“It’s Garrett,” he said. “I won’t get it, I feel like that’s the number one bad thing to do on a date.”

“No, you should. He’ll be suspicious if you don’t,” you told him.

Andrew answered Garrett’s call, putting it on speaker. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“Hey Andrew,” came Garrett’s voice. “I know it’s technically your day off and you’re probably sick of Shane but we’re having drinks at his place if you wanna join us.”

“Sorry dude, I actually can’t right now.”

“That’s okay!” You couldn’t help but smile at Garrett’s cheery tone. Very little ever brought him down. “Have you heard from (Y/N) recently? I tried calling her but she’s not answering.”

Your eyes widened and you pulled your phone from your pocket. Sure enough, you had three missed calls from Garrett and a text asking where you were.

Without thinking, you said, “Ah shit.”

It came out louder than you intended. You and Andrew looked at each other and you suppressed a face palm at your own stupidity.

“Who was that?” Garrett asked.

Andrew sighed, realizing there was no use in lying, and said, “It was (Y/N). We’re...sort of on a date.”

You both waited in prolonged silence for Garrett’s response. Suddenly, he exclaimed in excitement.

“Oh, I knew it! Shane owes me $20!”

“Wait, what?” you questioned. “You and Shane made a bet on Andrew and I going on a date?”

“Well yeah!” Garrett responded. “I’ve seen how flirty you two have been recently, I knew something was coming. Shane kept denying it, but I know my two best friends.”

“So, you’re okay with this then?” Andrew asked.

“Of course! We all are! Have fun on your date, I want details tomorrow!”

With that, Garrett hung up. You and Andrew looked at each other for a moment before you both started to laugh.

“Well, that’s one weight off our shoulders,” Andrew said.

You looked up at him and smiled. You weren’t sure what came over you next - maybe it was the way the moonlight was shining down on him in this romantic way, maybe it was the relief of knowing that the group knew about you both and they were okay with it. Maybe it was both. Whatever the case, you leaned into Andrew and kissed him.

The action took you both by surprise, and you pulled away before Andrew had time to react. He was smiling brightly at you.

“Does this mean I’ve made it far enough to kiss you more often?” he asked.

You giggled. “That’s definitely what it means.”

Andrew took that as his opportunity to cup your face and kiss you again.

[unicorndads]

Garrett not wanting to freak Andrew out and heading to the back with the sword to investigate. Protective!Garrett is canon y'all.

[jbbarnesnnoble]

Through the Flames (Part Four)

Summary:  You’re a firefighter with the FDNY. After a fire that ends in tragedy, you find yourself running into some of the Avengers and maybe finding some new friends and romance along the way.

Features: Mentions of fire and explosions; mentions of potential character death

Pairing: Sam Wilson/Reader

Notes: The aftermath of the fire

Word Count: 1140

“She’s crashing!” someone yelled. Your condition had quickly changed en route to the hospital. They were quick to figure out why. You were bleeding heavily, shrapnel from the blast having gotten through your jacket. While you were being rushed into surgery, the Avengers were across town.

A fire had broken out in Queens, following the pattern. The commissioner called the Avengers to the scene. Commissioner Haddock frowned as he stood with Captain America and the ones he had brought with him.

“The evidence we’ve turned up suggests that these fires are in your wheelhouse. We’ll meet tomorrow to discuss the findings, but, my officers and detectives can no longer safely investigate these fires. Fire Commissioner Andrews agrees and the Bureau of Fire Investigation is turning over what they have in conjunction with the NYPD,” Haddock said. The lines on his face seemed to deepen as he shook his head. The rash of arsons that turned out to be murders had taken a toll, not only on his officers but on the morale of first responders throughout the city. His radio started picking up chatter from Brooklyn.

“Looks like you’re up, Captain,” Haddock said, running a hand through his hair. Another night with no rest for the city. The Avengers gathered looked toward their captain for orders. It was a smoke condition that had come in at a vacant building in Brooklyn. An uneasy feeling settled on the group. 

“Nat, Bucky, you stay here with Parker. Wanda, Sam, and I will head to Brooklyn, find out what’s going on. We’ll meet up at the Tower after. Stay alert, we don’t know if these are connected or if there’s others out there,” Steve said. 

They arrived on the scene to hear someone laying on the horns of the fire trucks. Evacuation. Seconds later, an explosion rocked the building. Steve made his way to the firefighter running the scene.

“Anyone inside?” he asked. The chief rattled off your name and several others. Steve glanced back at where Sam and Wanda stood. Two firefighters emerged, clutching on to one another for support. Steve recognized them from the reports. Amanda and Carlos. You were still missing. He could see Sam and Wanda putting the pieces together before they reached him. 

“She’s in there, Cap. She’s in there, we have to go in there,” Sam said. Steve put a hand on his chest.

“We can’t. We’re not trained for that, Sam. Like it or not, we can’t go running in there. We don’t know what else could be in there. The structure isn’t stable,” Steve said. Sam looked at him in disbelief.

“We’re the Avengers,” Sam protested. 

“Right. The Avengers. Not firefighters. We’re a lot of things Sam, but immortal isn’t one of them. None of us are going in there,” Steve said, his tone saying it all. It was final. No arguing. Regardless of whatever burgeoning friendship Sam had with you. Sam ran toward you when he saw you emerge from the smoldering wreck of a building. You were rushed to a stretcher, talking and alert. Steve gave him a nod to go with you. Someone needed to be there. This was their investigation now, their problem. 

“I need you to tell me everything leading up to the explosion,” Steve said to the chief. His eyes flitted around the scene, taking in every detail he could. He could hear the creaking of the building as everyone was ushered further away. 

“There’s not much to tell you, Captain. Call came in for a smoke condition at an unoccupied structure. We figured it was routine. We arrived, no fire showing. One of the firefighters noticed something. Don’t know what, she radioed that no one should come in, something wasn’t right. Before she could say anything else, the explosion happened,” the chief explained. 

“We have a member of our team at the hospital. As soon as any of your crew are able to tell us what happened in there, we’ll need to speak to them,” Steve said. 

“Of course...I should start reaching out to their families, let them know to get down there,” the chief said. 

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They wouldn’t let Sam go past the double doors of the ER. You were tough. You were strong. You had to be. The situation had been dire enough they had needed Sam as an extra set of hands to keep pressure on the biggest would you had from the explosion until they reached the hospital and staff took over. Protocol be damned. 

He was still pacing when Steve arrived with Wanda. They were brought to another waiting room to wait for any news about you and the other three firefighters. A doctor emerged a short while later.

“Ms. Paulson and Mr. Mendoza are both being kept for observation. I’ve informed them that you’re here. They suffered minor injuries in the explosion. Ms. Paulson said they were further behind the other two when it happened. The other two are still in surgery,” the doctor, who introduced herself as Dr. Ambrose, told them. 

“How bad is it?” Sam asked. Dr. Ambrose had a grim expression.

“It’s not looking good. They were closest to the blast by Ms. Paulson and Mr. Mendoza’s accounts,” she said. Sam felt his heart break a little more. You had only known him a short while, but it had been enough for you to find a home in his heart. As sure as the sun was to rise in the morning, he knew he was falling for you, fast. 

“Let us know if there’s any updates. We’ll speak to the other two now,” Steve said. Sam followed behind, lost in his thoughts. You were going to be okay, you had to be. He was zoned out as they spoke to your colleagues, your friends. Sam knew you considered them family. It was the same way he saw his fellow Avengers. The amount of trust you had to have in them to have your back day in and day out was more than your average work place. It could be the difference between life and death for people. 

When they finished the interviews, the three of them headed to the empty room a nurse had shown them to so they could wait for news on you and Garrett. Natasha, Peter, and Bucky arrived soon after. 

“What are we thinking?” Steve asked.

“Sam’s not going to like this,” Natasha said.

“What is it?” Sam asked. Anxiety started to set in. He was worried about you as it was. Anything Natasha had to say now was cause for worry. He ran through the list of things she might say. He hoped it wasn’t what he thought she was going to say. Natasha was already suspicious enough about you. 

“Your girl’s father? He’s ex-HYDRA,” Natasha said, sending the room into a stunned silence. 

[gandrewheadcannons]

Imagine the squad does go camping and they bring a few two person tents. Shyland shares one, Garrett and Andrew immediately claim one and either Morgan's on her own or Trinity comes. At night there are *suspicious* movements and noises coming from Gandrew's tent. Shane and/or Morgan investigate and are scarred for life. (Also Ryland would probably scream SO much over every little thing)

I don’t know who Trinity is but YES! Also lol, I could only imagine how funny that entire scene would be. Like Garrett popping his head out trying to act like he had no idea what was going on, “wait a noise? Here? No I think... maybe... it could be some spooky animal?”

And Ryland would be top tier funny. Like. I can’t express how funny he would be. I can only imagine him showing up with a Gucci sleeping bag (if they even make them) and an air mattress like “GARRETT when you said camping I didn’t think you mean outdoors.” With Garrett being like, “where they f did you think I meant? The yard?” Then him trying to do things like hook a worm or clear an area for the campsite. I will give him credit he’d probably be the best at setting up the tent (besides boyscout Garrett Watts) and his camping fit would be the greatest. I’m sure he’d get the squad matching bucket hats that said shit like “wine mom” with pictures of glitter wine bottles.

Truly the best trio would be to see Ryland/Garrett/Morgan go. Their stay in the 1 star hotel was hysterical. This is their next move. Bringing along the others would be a super awesome bonus though.

[golbrocklovely]

I don’t think Garrett should have to calm himself down for Sam and colby (if they do ever collab) I’m just saying if you watch Garrett or know anything about him he’s always been this goofy but super respectful man. I wouldn’t expect any less from him if they do film together 🤷‍♀️ either they let Garrett bring his whole ass personality along with Benjamin and Harry Potter references or I’m not watching 😂😂😂

maybe i didn't explain myself well enough, but how i picture it is that while garrett is funny in his own way and in his own videos, i don't know if that humor would translate the same into snc's vids.

like you know how garrett can go on a whole shpeel about whatever, and there's quick jumpcuts thrown in, along with random clips that go with the story he's telling? imagine that, but with none of the editing, and none of andrew's laughter in the background….. it's not as funny. and that's how snc edit. they aren't gonna edit garrett the way he edits himself, and bc of that, some of what would be funny bits, are just gonna fall flat or look extremely out of place.

i think if they were to ever collab, i think realistically he would tone himself down, just bc in other videos he knows how to be serious. and he could easily joke with snc, i think their humors would match decently well. and god knows he plays himself up in his own videos, so i highly doubt he's like that 24/7. same thing with snc. they can act super calm in other ppl's videos bc it's not their channel and they don't need to act up for an audience that isn't fully theirs, if that makes any sense.

so i think a collab with garrett would work well, but it could also run the risk of being like kris and celina's video where snc have to sell it as a "hilarious paranormal investigation" aka meaning it's super annoying and loud with little to no investigating. realistically in that scenario, the youtube crowd would LOVE that video. everyone else…. mix bag lol

and i don't mean any of this in a mean way. i genuinely like garrett a lot, and i love his content. i just think for him to mix well in a collab with snc, he wouldn't be able to act the exact same way that he does in his videos in theirs. but that's not to say he could still be goofy. i just think there's a time and a place in snc's videos for it.

[rexsecuritieslaw]

Craig S. Forster-Former Oppenheimer Broker-Discloses Customer Disputes-Hawthorne, NY

May 2017-Hawthorne, NY The FINRA records of  Craig S. Forster  ,  a  stockbroker who is currently  registered with Woodstock Financial Group  disclose 9 prior customer disputes . The Financial Industry Regulatory Authority (FINRA) is the agency that licenses and regulates stockbrokers and brokerage firms. FINRA requires brokers and brokerage firms to report customer complaints and disputes as…

[prussian-bog-monster]

The Shamus

Chapter 1/? Attempted Noir/Murder Mystery (This probably won’t make any sense if you didn’t read my “excerpt” that I posted a few days ago. Even the excerpt is confusing, sorry.) 

The air in the room was stuffy, Garrett shifted uncomfortably from the daunting glare the man was giving him. The Detective dared to stare back. Squinting challengingly at the man sitting across from him. The redhead gave a low chuckle at this.

“So, a big city detective decided to come visit my town.” The man stood slowly, wandering around the dark room.

“I don’t know why your here and I want you gone.” He stopped in front of a barely lit lamp and with a click the room was illuminated.

Garrett squinted, looking around. Everything was covered in expensive material. The tall curtains were a dark red velvet, a large working desk was off to the side and covered in papers and files. Even the several oil lamps had meticulous designs on them.

“A little birdie told me that Clyde, has been on conspiring with you.” The man said, extending his sleeved arm over to the unmoving figure beside him.

The older man’s eyes were shut. There was a hint of his chest rising and falling. A fabric was tied around his mouth, just like the detective. His hair greying and thin. He wore a black morning coat with a dark bow tie.

“I’m afraid that you’ll be getting the wrong information from the wrong people.” The man continued.

‘Clyde’ was the very posh man Garrett ran into earlier in the day. He had introduced himself as a butler and insisted that the woman he worked for ‘Ms. Fondu’? ‘Fondaine’? something of the sort, would be more than happy to meet the Detective. Garrett politely declined at first, but the shorter man insisted that a dinner with the said woman would be helpful for his investigation. The Detective ended up agreeing, desperate to get the investigation over with.

“I should give you a chance to talk, huh?” The drawling voice said.

The man’s rough hands started working on the fabric tied around the Detective’s mouth. When it was released, he stretched his jaw about.

“Who are you? And I don’t know what the hell your talking about.” Garrett uttered in a low growl unrecognizable even for himself.

The man stared at Garrett, his expression unreadable. His surprisingly nimble fingers dug in his pockets and took out a cigarette.

“You got a lighter, Detective?”

“I don’t know, untie me and we’ll see.” Garrett gave another frustrated tug at his bounded hands.

Amusement flashed across the man’s face.

“Alright, I think it’s only fair if you knew about me, since I know a lot about you.” He smiled a pleasant smile, but it gave Garrett an uneasy feeling.

“My name is Andrew Siwicki, my family runs the town..so to speak. This place is perfectly fine without nosy detectives, such as yourself.” His arms were crossed like a child, but his eyes were pure vexation.

“Your family runs the place? Never heard of you.” Garrett said harshly.

“Well that’s because you wouldn’t want to hear about us. Anyone who says anything will be immediately,” He paused with a hum,

“..blotted out.” He gave Garrett a quick smile, before walking towards his desk drawer, pulling out a silver lighter and lighting his cigarette between his fingers.

“What do you mean ‘blotted out’?”

“Oh you wouldn’t want to know, Detective.” He responded scratching his neatly trimmed stubble with his index finger and his thumb. “But that’s not what your here for.” His movements were hypnotic.

“Well care to explain why you’ve decided to kidnap two men and strap them to chairs?” Garrett said his gaze sharp and demanding.

“‘Kidnap’ is a strong word. I prefer ‘gathered’. It’s just that you two are out of line, been scheming possibly.” Andrew took a long pull from the cigarette and letting it out almost artfully.

“Scheming about what?”

“I suspect the recent knavery of this town. Though, I wouldn’t have predicted that a detective from across the world..would be interested enough to look into any of it,” His eyes focused on Garrett’s,

“Which leads me to believe that something else is going on and I don’t like it one bit.” He continued as he leaned against the desk, his left leg kicking back and forth comfortably.

“Detroit is not ‘from across the world’. There’s been a murder and I was assigned by my officials to investigate it. That’s all.”

“A simple murder wouldn’t’ve led you here. Murders aren’t uncommon and we’ve handled it well without you and your Detroit friends.” Andrew waved his hand dismissively.

“I feel like me and my ‘Detroit friends’ should be even more involved, now that I know this is how newcomers are welcomed.” He gave his head a tilt, “And how murders are ‘uncommon’.”  

Andrew tapped his cigarette on an ashtray at the edge of the large desk, he gave a small huff.

“What secret does this small hidden town hold that you’ve decided to knock someone unconscious and interrogate them?”

The redhead cocked an eyebrow, not responding.

“Whopping sales? Short lines for popcorn at the local movie theater?” The sarcasm in his voice was imminent.

The man’s eyebrows were knitted together, as he was about to open his mouth, a sudden grunt came from beside Garrett.

The drooping figure’s head slowly rose up. He blinked, once, twice, then his eyes widened as he realized what was happening. His voice shaking trying to speak and was attempting to break away from the ropes.

Andrew rolled his eyes almost exhaustingly, sauntering over to the alarmed man.

“Hey- hey, calm down, your fine.” Garrett said in an attempted reassuring voice, even he didn’t believe it.

The older man gave him a look as if saying ‘You don’t know what your talking about’.

“Clyde, good to see you again.” Andrew said casually.

“I heard that you and the detective here were planning on teaming up? Is something else happening in my town that I don’t know about?” Andrew untied the man’s gag and took another pull at his cigarette.

“Mr. Siwicki! Pleas- I haven’t done anything wrong. Ms. Fontaine can confirm to you that I have nothing to do with the Detective.” His forehead shone with sweat.

‘Ms. Fontaine, that’s what it was.’ Garrett thought to himself.

The Detective looked at Andrew and back to the older man, “Wait- you know this guy?”

The Butler responded with a small nod.

“Yes, sir. I’ve known him his whole life.”

“Right. Which upsets me more that someone familiar with the rules would be considering on breaking them.” Andrew’s arms were crossed again, his slowly deteriorating cigarette in his full lips.

“I promise you, sir, that I have done nothing wrong and am planning on keeping it that way.” Clyde looked to his feet, “I’ve learned my lesson, sir.” He finished.

“Can someone tell me what in the hell is going on?” Garrett gave another impatient tug.

“I took you here as a warning. Asking you two to dinner wouldn’t’ve gotten the message across,” Andrew walked over to his desk, “I was thinking about finishing the job right here, making sure both of you won’t cause any more trouble.” He opened a drawer. He held a  small pocket pistol that glittered against the light.

Garrett’s mouth went dry, “What-”

“But I’ve taken quite a liking to the Detective, so i’ll just leave the interaction here.” He sauntered behind the older man and took off his restraints. Garrett watched intently.

“Stay.” Andrew uttered to Clyde and turned to Garrett.

He put the gun behind the Detective’s back. Garrett could feel Andrew get closer, his hot breath against the back of his neck. He spoke, his voice low and threatening.

“If I were you, Watts, I’d go back to Detroit. Tell your little detective friends that everything here is all well and dandy,” Andrew slid the gun up, behind Garrett’s head now.

“Never look back if you want to keep that pretty little head of yours in one piece.” Andrew whispered and took the ropes off Garrett’s wrists.

“Clyde, go get Gregory and Heinz, tell them to lead you two out the manor and make sure you never look back or say anything about this to anyone, got it?”

Clyde obediently nodded, headed for the door.

“You let him go, just like that? No gun to his head, or a death threat?” The Detective spun around to face the shorter man.

Andrew lowered the gun, putting it in his pocket. “Clyde knows what happens when someone doesn’t follow the rules. I’m not too worried about him.”

“I’m guessing this whole show was to scare me away? ” Garrett looked down at the man, studying the crazed look in his eyes, it was easy to get lost in them.

“Not a show, Detective.”  The shorter man had a grin.

“You do know this won’t stop me from continuing my investigation right?” Garrett straightened his tie.

“Oh I understand that, I know your type.” Andrew looked up at him through his lashes.

“And what’s my type?” The space between them gravely close.

Andrew hummed, “Curious..too curious.”

“Maybe I have the right to be. Considering the fact that it is my job.”

“There’s a right place and a right time to be curious, Detective, this town is neither of those things.” Andrew took out another cigarette from his pockets, his gaze never leaving Garrett’s.

“Hm, I’ll be the judge of that.” Garrett dug in his trench coat pockets for a lighter and with a slide of his thumb, a small flame was between the men. Andrew accepted Garrett’s offer, their eyes still fixed on each other's. The air was getting stuffy again.

Andrew put the cigarette onto the blaze with his lips on the other end. Garrett was enthralled by those lips, he let his mind wander as to what it might feel like with his own mouth clashing onto the other man’s. He knew it was wrong to be thinking that at such a time.

His imagination was cut off abruptly by Clyde’s thin stature swiftly flying in the room and two intimidatingly large men following, “Mr. Siwicki?” Clyde croaked.

“Greg, Heinz, show Clyde and the Detective the exit . Make sure they get where they're supposed to go.” Andrew gave a small puff, the white smoke covering Andrew’s slight flush.

“Of course, sir.” One of the two men said while the other tightly took a hold of Garrett’s forearm.

“Right this way, Legs.” Garrett rolls his eyes at this.

“No need to hold my hand, I won’t get lost.” Garrett pulled his arm away from the larger man and looked back at Andrew, and Andrew looked back, smiling.

“Curiosity killed the cat, Detective Watts.” He said with a sly smirk.

“But satisfaction brought it back, Mr. Siwicki.” Garrett simply winked at Andrew, walking out the room.

Andrew took another long pull and exhaled. He walked towards the large window, pushing back the curtains and looked down at the tall and rugged detective being escorted out the manor.

“Interesting.” He said to himself and closed the curtain.

Hullo, I’ll be posting this on AO3 after I get some much needed rest and some much many caffeines. I literally have never shared my work before, but I had sm fun! Message/anon me any questions or feedback!

[dctvandmcufan]

S.H.I.E.L.D, Weapons

Pistols and Handguns

Smith & Wesson M&P: Standard sidearm of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Nick Fury.

Glock 17: Standard sidearm of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents prior to the Smith & Wesson M&P.

SIG-Sauer P226: Standard sidearm of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the 1990s. Later reissued to STRIKE operatives, including Rumlow.

Smith & Wesson M&P Compact: Used by field agents in operations requiring higher mobility.

Glock 19: Primary sidearm of STRIKE Operatives and used by Hill.

M1911A1: Used by STRIKE commandos during the Battle of Washington, D.C. and carried by Robert Gonzales as his primary sidearm.

CAA Tactical RONI-SI1: Standard pistol carbine used by field agents.

Beretta 92FS: Used by Agents Hunter and Hartley while disguised as US Airmen.

Glock 26: Primary sidearm of Black Widow, who primarily used it while working with STRIKE and the Avengers.

FN FNX-9: Primary sidearm of Sharon Carter, who primarily used it during the HYDRA Uprising.

Heckler & Koch P30: Primary sidearm of Hawkeye, who primarily used it while working with the Avengers.

Walther PPK/S: Primary sidearm of the Koenig Brothers, who used it primarily to defend themselves from HYDRA agents.

Tokyo Marui Strike Warrior: Used by Melinda May to knock Andrew Garner into a Containment Module.

Smith & Wesson 910: Used by Skye to defend herself from Akela Amador.

Walther CP99: Stored in the armory of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Crater Investigation Site.

Submachine Guns

Heckler & Koch UMP45: Used by John Garrett and Grant Ward during the Raid of the Guest House.

Heckler & Koch MP5A3: Used by Lance Hunter during the Battle on the Maribel del Mar and obtained by Bobbi Morse and Joey Gutierrez during the Attack on the HYDRA Castle.

FN P90: Stored in the armory of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Crater Investigation Site.

Shotguns

Remington 870: Used by various S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, most notably by engineers and technicians.

Mossberg 500: Used by Lance Hunter and Phil Coulson during the kidnapping of Thomas Ward.

Assault Rifles and Carbines

Colt M4A1: Primary assault rifle of S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives during combat and strike operations; primarily used before the S.H.I.E.L.D. Civil War before being phased out in favor of the Tavor TAR-21. This carbine was later re-introduced into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s arsenal following the Inhuman War.

IMI Tavor TAR-21: Primary assault rifle of S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives working under Robert Gonzales' faction and later all S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives following the S.H.I.E.L.D. Civil War under Director Coulson.

FN F2000: Standard firearm for STRIKE operatives, especially those raiding the Lemurian Star.

Colt LE Carbine: Used by S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives to secure the area during HYDRA's Kidnapping of Charles Hinton.

FN SCAR-H: Used by S.H.I.E.L.D. security guards working under Robert Gonzales on the Illiad.

Steyr AUG A3: Used by STRIKE commando Brock Rumlow.

Daniel Defense DDM4 MK18: Prepared by Lance Hunter to use during the Attack on the Retreat.

M16A4: Stored in the armory of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Crater Investigation Site.

SIG-Sauer SG552: Stored in the armory of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Crater Investigation Site.

Sniper Rifles

Nemesis Arms Vanquish: Used by Grant Ward to aim at Mike Peterson in the case that he needed to be eliminated; also used by Skye to terminate Donnie Gill during the Battle on the Maribel del Mar.

Remington Mk. 13 Mod 5: Used by Agents Triplett and Hunter to attempt to assassinate Carl Creel.

Desert Tactical Arms Stealth Recon Scout: Used by Grant Ward to provide overwatch during the hostage exchange between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Centipede on the bridge.

Remington 700PSS: Stored in the armory of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Crater Investigation Site.

Machine Guns

General Dynamics GAU-17/A: Mounted under the cockpit of all Quinjets.

General Dynamics GAU-22/A: Mounted on the hull of F-35 Lightning II fighter jets.

General Dynamics M197 Vulcan: Mounted under the cockpit of military S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicopters.

Phalanx CIWS: Mounted on the Project Insight Helicarriers.

Browning M2HB: Mounted on an automated turret defending Providence.

Launchers

Olin Flare Gun: Used by Leo Fitz to fire a flare into the Monolith as a signal for Jemma Simmons.

Orion Flare Gun: Used by Leo Fitz to fire a flare at Hive, who was possessing Will Daniels' body, in order to incinerate and kill him.

RM Equipment M203PI: Mounted on M4A1 carbines; used by Phil Coulson and Antoine Triplett to defend Providence from US Special Forces.

Fabrique Nationale EGLM: Mounted on FN SCAR-H rifles; used by John Garrett to defend himself against an attack from Deathlok.

Milkor MGL Mk 1L: Used by Lance Hunter with an Electric Net Grenade to apprehend Vin-Tak.

M136 AT4: Used by a STRIKE commando on-board a Project Insight Helicarrier.

Airtronic RPG-7: Used by Nick Fury to prevent the takeoff of a fighter jet armed with a nuclear missile.

MM1 Grenade Launcher: Used by operatives attempting to take Bruce Banner into custody in India.

Explosives

M67 Fragmentation Grenade: Carried by STRIKE operatives.

40mm Grenade: Ammunition for the M203, EGLM, MGL, and MM1.

M18 Smoke Grenade: Used to provide cover, such as during the raid on the government warehouse.

Blades and Melee Weapons

Taser Rod: Used by STRIKE commandos to subdue and stun targets

Protecop BOSH007 Anti-Riot Shield: Used by STRIKE commandos for personal protection against thrown debris and small-caliber bullets.

[dbhilluminate]

RK800 Program

Date Founded: November 2nd, 2037 Dates Active: March 2038 - February 2039 

———

With early signs of deviancy on the rise, Cyberlife diverted a large portion of its resources to an experimental program of prototype investigative Androids known as the RK800.

Although Detroit didn’t come to know Connor until August 15th, 2038, in the five months leading up to his reveal Cyberlife had covertly deployed 49 predecessors to Connor #313 248 317 -50 to the other 49 States, including variant models created to assist the Primary investigators and act as redundancy failsafes to continue investigations in the event that one was destroyed in the field (until the primary is able to return).

The number of variants afforded to the primary were dependent upon Android population and open cases of deviancy per state- some of these included a pair of Intelligents that had been upgraded and retrofitted with the necessary programming to match the specs of the RK800 model (Dennis and Nick), and one variant RK800 meant to blend in and act as human as convincingly possible (Trevor).

During routine maintenance of Connor-50 / Zero (two months following his deployment), a RAID redundancy failure in the unit’s hardware caused the data being housed on the dying drive to download into a new RK, resulting in an unplanned iteration, Connor-51. Instead of scrapping the error, Amanda shelved it in her own self-interests, with special plans to use the RK to track down Illuminate and gain her trust (unbeknownst to him), destroy her, and seize control of her carefully orchestrated revolution. After taking special care to nurture his empathy subroutines, he was deployed to Detroit on a trial basis to negotiate the release of a hostage and surpassed her expectations with flying colors. A little over a month later, he was deployed to assist DCPD with their investigations and carry out the mission she’d buried deep in his coding.

•     •     •

The program was terminated following the ratification of the 28th Amendment (which granted Civil Rights to Androids, and in turn made it impossible to further prosecute cases of “deviancy”), which left any roving investigators still in service aimless. Unable to recall their “assets”, most were integrated into the Police units they had been assisting prior to the revolution, though some deviated and scattered to the wind. Others, who were further from deviancy and with no mission objective to follow, self-terminated.

Upon finding out about the missing RK’s, Illuminate quietly assigned Archangel Detectives in each respective region to track them down and help settle them into their new lives.

Following the deactivation of the program was the loss of access to the RK800’s Lazarus protocol- a cloud-based program activated upon an RK800’s destruction, in which a back-up copy of the unit in question is transmitted to a new body before its data is lost for good.

Though all RK’s are born with the ability to resurrect (if Amanda deems it necessary to the investigation), it is dependent upon a direct link to Cyberlife, and once the link is severed, they no longer have access to this protocol.

Zion later implements its own version of the Lazarus protocol, which is reserved strictly for those holding positions of political power, as a failsafe in the event of another assignation attempt of Zion’s leadership.

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Currently Active Primary units

(known)

Cooper (-05, Charleston)

Adam (-11, Charlotte)

Ash (-20 / -57, Denver)

Lincoln (-28, Washington DC)

Levi (-32, Wichita)

Nolan (-36, Seattle)

Rom (-42, Las Vegas)

Jack (-44, Milwaukee)

Zero / Zach (-50 / -62, Detroit)

RK / Connor (-51 / -58, Detroit)

(unconfirmed)

Carter (-01, Chicago)

Wes (-06, Portland)

Owen (-13, Bridgeport)

Sam (-15, Indianapolis)

Aaron (-18, New York City)

Andrew (-24, Salt Lake City)

Carson (-25, Atlanta)

Dallas (-29, New Orleans)

Ian (-31, Birmingham)

Caleb (-33, Fargo)

Theo (-39, Cheyenne)

Dean (-41, Kansas City)

Chase (-47, Columbus)

Miles (-48, Miami)

Decommissioned Primary units

(Destruction confirmed)

(-02 / -54, Newark) - self-terminated

(-03, Boise) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

Trevor (-04, Anchorage) - destroyed in the field, program preserved and repurposed

Logan (-07, Philadelphia) - killed post-revolution, in the line of duty

Maxwell (-08 / -61, Baltimore) - killed post-revolution, in the line of duty

(-09, Minneapolis) - self-terminated

(-10, Wilmington) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

Brandon (-12 / -55, Dallas) - killed post-revolution, in the line of duty

(-14, Albuquerque) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

(-16, Des Moines) - self-terminated

(-17, Honolulu) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

(-19, Oklahoma City) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

(-21, Louisville) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

(-22, Providence) - self-terminated

Conan (-23 / -52 / -56 / -60, Los Angeles) - destroyed at Cyberlife Tower

Henry (-26, Augusta) - killed evading capture by Archangel

Dorian (-27, Milwaukee) - self-terminated

(-30, Sioux Falls) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

(-34, Little Rock) - self-terminated

Calvin (-35 / -59, Phoenix) - killed post-revolution, assisting Archangel

(-37, Jackson) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

(-38, Charleston) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

(-40, Manchester) - self-terminated

Caleb (-42, Nashville) - killed evading capture by Archangel

Luke (-43, Jacksonville) - killed evading capture by Archangel

Spencer (-45 / -53, Boston) - killed by Nicodemus, in the line of duty

(-46, Burlington) - destroyed in the field, not resurrected

Alex (-49, Virginia Beach) - killed evading capture by Archangel

Currently Active Variant units

(known)

Dennis (Detroit)

Nick (Detroit)

Trevor (Boston)

Garrett (Los Angeles) - (Fancast: Finn Wittrock)

Greg (Los Angeles) - (Fancast: Jack Quaid)

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*RK800’s that were killed and not resurrected, or self-terminated, will not be named

***Not all named RK800’s and variants will be receiving wikis. Some will play small roles in later to-be-determined cases or will be mentioned in passing for world-building purposes. Only a small handful will make regular appearances, their profiles will be linked.