[********." I thought aloud as I rubbed the back of my head. "Where the hell did these jack asses come from?" I asked myself before shaking off the hit and backing off. "See this always happens." I began to rant just loudly enough for any god to hear. "I follow the file to a T and I get screwed over this always happens when I don't improvise!"
'Plus. They still have my retreival object.' I thought glaring at the man who took my gun as I came within earshot of them. My own personal gun; goes to show what happens when you bring your own morph equipment. Cautiosly I chaged back from Capone to Jay; pinstripe suit to a black pencil skirt and sapphire blouse that hugged my upper curves. I was about to slink behind the three of them when I noticed a slow in my movements.
'A controller?' I questioned myself and raised a brow in interest.
"Trouble sirs..and miss?" I asked with a sexy smirk at a distant where I could feel myself moving normally for the while as though I was a passing citizen who knew their ways. The look of these three didn't exactly scream evil-doer but it didn't mask it either; espically their leader. Hitting a mob that's just cased a place, not the most suttle of all crimes. And they weren't taking them all out and throwing 'em to the cops.
They had to be villans.
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