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[hunter-rodrigez]

Maybe it's just me, but the kind of guy who writes a message on the bullets he uses to assassinate a CEO and then leaves behind a planted backpack with monopoly money in it to waste the cops time... doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would plead for his innocence once he gets caught. Like, if I had done it, I would use the massive media coverage to try and inspire more people instead of trying to convince people I didn't do it. Political assassinations just aren't the kind of thing you expect to get away with.

What I am trying to say here is that I don't think he's the shooter.

Also, what would even be the point of a Faraday cage bag? The kind of person who can pull off a hit like that probably didn't bring a fucking cellphone along... or so much cash that any cop searching him would immediately have probable cause to arrest him. And in five days he only managed to travel to the next state over? Also, why would he risk having his face uncovered in a place as crowded as a mcdonalds for an extended period of time just to eat a fucking burger?

This whole story feels exactly like the kind of bullshit a cop would come up with...

Prosecutors argued that Mangione was carrying about $10,000 in cash and that his bag was a Faraday bag that blocks cellphone signals—all proof that he was a sophisticated criminal who should be held without bail. “‘I’d like to correct two things,’” Mangione said after the prosecutor finished speaking, according to CNN’s Danny Freeman, “‘I don’t know where any of that money came from—I’m not sure if it was planted. And also, that bag was waterproof, so I don’t know about criminal sophistication.’”

[ozrobotics]

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[annullo]

We still don't know that he did it and he's saying the cops planted $10,000 on him and accused him of having a faraday cage backpack. Stop assuming he did until we have actual proof, cops are notoriously bad at their jobs and NYPD is even worse

imagine committing a high profile crime but being so hot that the paper of record won’t post pics of you for fear of making you too sympathetic

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[fracturedsteel]

Tony didn't eat, either. The thought didn't even cross his mind once Sherlock's entourage delivered the items he'd requested to the front door. No, once those were delivered, Tony got to work.

Cooking potassium nitrate and sugar together in the detective's kitchen, Tony scooped the sludge-like mixture into two toilet paper rolls. Before the sludge could cool completely, he pressed the tip of a pen into each before embedding a firework fuse into both.

Setting those aside to cool, he took a page out of his own book (he was the best, so it only made sense) and made a few familiar chlorine bombs with syringes of brake fluid ready to be dispensed inside.

Tony checked over Sherlock's gun and loaded it before shoving it into the waistband of the jeans he'd changed into. Slipping his jacket on, he packed a backpack with the bombs and a bolt cutter and shot a crazed grin at the detective.

"Ready to put on a little show?"

*** Four bombs were launched at the back of the building at a loading dock, causing an immediate uproar as the majority of security flocked to the distraction.

Three minutes and eighteen seconds later, the cameras began their temporary loops, walkie talkies went dead, and the front gate of the facility beeped open. Four guards stationed at the gate stared at it in confusion before two paper tubes flew over the fence and landed at their feet. As soon as the lit fuses met the mixture, smoke exploded into the air and obscured the front area of the building.

Avoiding any confrontation Tony and Sherlock sprinted through the opened gate and into the smoke, sneaking inside the building.

They made it through the first few hallway turns before Tony grabbed the collar of Sherlock's shirt and pressed the gun to his forehead. The reason? The checkpoint before the Faraday cage was around the next corner with two guards who wouldn't leave it unprotected despite the explosions.

Yanking Sherlock around the corner and catching their attention, Tony sneered as he fired at the ground before aiming the gun again at his hostage.

"Give me trouble, and I'll blow a hole in his damn head!" He pressed Sherlock forward, making eye contact with the guard who seemed to cower under the attention.

Tony jutted his chin at the other guard.

"Cuff his hands and feet. Now."

"It's a non-issue."

Sherlock didn't say anything else for the rest of the day. He kept to himself, opting to work through a few mental configurations for how the evening would go. If Tony said anything to him in that time, Sherlock never heard it.

He didn't eat. He thought for half a second that Tony might need to, but he otherwise left the man to himself. Tony seemed amply equipped to take care of himself and using everything at his disposal to do so.

[ask-the-goldengate-spider]

Digital Footprints

“Did you roll tonight, Tiger?” MJ asked as her husband climbed through the window. “Not yet…” he sighed, sitting on the wall as he pulled off the thin boots and threw them towards the closet with practised ease. “Could you do it?”

“Of course,” she laughed, and she reached for the lone d20 among some glass stones in a dish. For a brief moment the only sound in the New York apartment was the hubbub of the subway station below them and the clatter of plastic. “15th, Ok, next swap on the 15th.” She smiled before going digging in her handbag pulling out a simple mobile phone and throwing it to Peter without a second thought. It hung in the air, caught by a globule of webbing. Peter had finished stripping,carefully bundling his suit into a duffle which was now stickied to the ceiling of the closet. His arms wrapped around MJ’s waist, face pressing into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. He took her in, she still wore Emma Rose even after all these years. “What are you smiling about Sugar?” She asked, giving him a squeeze with a half shrug. Peter kissed her neck before answering. “Just remembering the first time I saw you with that perfume… I was about to get fired!”

MJ whirled around. “No! Really? You’ve never told me that!” Peter laughed awkwardly and gave her that same awkward smile that had endeared him to her all those years ago. “Yeah… Mr Aziz was really mad that I kept being late delivering pizzas, and well, they’d just put your first billboard up across the street. I ran into him a few weeks ago at ‘work; he's doing good though.” MJ was watching him, biting her lip to try and stop laughing. “You really were a mess out of Midtown, Tiger. Good thing you have me to keep you on track.” She rocked back on her heels. “Speaking of! You have the new ones?” “Oh! Right, yeah!” a quick *thwip!* and a backpack was in Peter’s hands. From within he pulled out a thick package that looked, at first glance, to be a bubble-wrap envelope. A quick peek inside would reveal that this package was lined; layers of tin foil and paper, over and over, a portable Faraday cage. From this he pulled two fresh phones. “Activated them at Grand Central on the way home. They’re pre set up--as usual.” Mj took one and slipped it into a sleeker, less homemade pouch in her own bag. “Where’s the drop this month?” she asked, following Peter as he strode across to the mess of pins and string that occupied the window-side wall of their apartment.

“I make a stop in Pittsburgh and another in LA.” He grimaced. “Would it have killed JJ to book me a flight?” “Still! San Francisco! Be sure to get lots of Photos for me Tiger” MJ teased, “And you never know--maybe you’ll run into that doppelganger of yours…”