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“Definitely.” The Georgia belle bobbed her head along with the sentiment that they’d need a round two for snacks. Plopping down on their futon, her features crinkled with disgust as Gordon Ramsey held up a mouse by its tail. “Always. Every single episode.” Certain that Gordon would make her cry within ten seconds of knowing him, she sighed contentedly when the show settled down and Gordon started showing how a recipe should be prepared.

“Man… I just want a man to ravish me the way he does his food.” She said, popping another chip into her mouth. “Just look at that dedication to getting the job done right.” Quirking up one eyebrow, she grinned puckishly. “I’m pretty sure he wants to make love to his food.”

Their marathon continued until Professor Xavier brought it to a screeching halt by calling them out to lead a team in New York. Immediately the brunette started hyperventilating at the idea of leaving the safe haven of the mansion. The mere prospect of abandoning the protection that the X-men provided her from her husband. “It’s a risk.” She whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek when Daylia tried to assuage her fears. “If he gets me… Slowly, she rose her hazel gaze to meet her best friend’s. “Put a bullet in me.”

-New York-

The cops were less than friendly as they briefed the team on the lowdown. Keeping her voice as saccharine as her grandma’s sweet tea, she dropped the facade as soon as she turned to face the team. Daylia muttered an expletive and Gracie didn’t fault her for it. The guy was an a*****e. Before Gracie could formulate a plan, everyone started pitching their own ideas. Taking what she could use, she gently turned down the ones that weren’t plausible. Taking the time to remind them that nonlethal rounds were paramount to help their image, Daylia made it clear that she didn’t want them to get their makeshift team captains in trouble for being careless, killing civilians or getting themselves killed in the process.

Once they went over who would do what, Daylia nodded with the idea. Between her, Monsoon, Jedi and Cabriole, they seemed to have a solid plan to bring the massive rock man down. Daylia had an extra duty - to take out all communications from within the gang’s hold. Asking her bestie to be careful, she turned to the people who were left to clearing the streets. “Alright, let’s move out.” She made a quip back to Darius when he said to watch their backs, but he seemed all business now. So much for breaking the tension.


Focusing on a vague idea of surveillance, Gracie drew a breath and pointed directly in front of her. The powers that be seemed to smile on her, giving her slow motion super hearing momentarily. Unaccustomed to the sensation, she fell to her knees, wincing in pain but delivered what she needed to her part of the team. Giving Siege and Wraith directions for one building, she gave another set to Darius and June.

They all split off in their own directions, and her palms hit the ground as she heaved a breath, her hearing still sensitive enough that she could hear a fly’s wings flapping against each other. June asked why she hadn’t just given them left or right instead of west. Touching her comm, she choked back a dry heave before answering the question she knew she wasn’t meant to hear. “Because I didn’t know which way you’re facing.” Her voice threaded with as much amusement as she could muster. “But away from the gunfire.” So far at least. “That didn’t come with this round of luck.” Not that she’d wanted it; rather, she’d have preferred some sort of immunity so that she could listen without feeling like her brain was melting. That would have been far more helpful.

Siege and Wraith took their own point from her directions, dodging into the building with people inside. “Please..” She coughed. “Be careful.” Because they were inside, she wouldn’t be able to actually see how they planned to tackle their objective. Instead, her fingertips dug against the asphalt as she tried to ride the sounds, listening to know they’d be alright. But it was all she could do not to collapse from the pain splitting between her ears. She could hear the gunman’s panic as they faced the shadows, and she held a ragged breath, trying to listen for Siege’s own movements.

She lost it though when Daylia’s transmission came through. "Alright... There are seven inside on the bottom floor, including rock boy. He mentioned something about being able to take down the whole building. I think he may have been standing by a load-bearing beam or something."

She paused for a moment. "We’re gonna have to strike fast and hard. Four or five of them are prepped with guns. I don’t know what the others might have. You got sixty seconds to respond before we go in on radio silence so we’re not detected."

Rubbing her temples, Gracie relaxed as the hearing subsided back to her own, ordinary levels. She almost felt deaf from the difference. “Our side is split. I’ll try to get Plague and Rebound headed toward you ASAP, but Wraith and Siege are working at taking down the gunners..” She’d meet up with them, as soon as she could muster the ability to stand without puking. Even without super hearing, she heard a shot. Please don’t let that have landed anywhere soft… No doubt the two already dealing with gunmen were better equipped to deal with more gunmen than a man who could take multiple hits and come back, and a girl with disease ridden powers… but it was all they had for now.

“Plague, Rebound… we’ll need to pedal out the innocents faster. There are more gunmen in Chameleon’s area, and she’s requesting back-up.” Pushing herself up, she grunted audibly from the effort. The world whirred around her, and it took her more than a few seconds to regain her bearings. “Someone remind me that I’m not meant for surveillance help from the hex bolts without being specific next time.” She muttered, more to herself than to anyone who might have been listening.