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Dundee smiled and picked up the cat, holding him in his arms a ways away from Arell. He was pretty worried about him, and especially if that temper of his flared up again, there was going to be trouble. Four barrels, three guns, two forms, and a Bowie knife of trouble!

Arell smiled and held her. "I am too, che'." Arell replied, a good deal calmer now that the IO goons were gone . . . although, rather concerning that about five gunned-down agents were in a few places. A rather funny sight of the contradictions of love and warfare.

He wipe the tear from Crystal's chest and looked over at Dun'. "Well, stranger things've happened. Guess we'd bettah hunker down 'fore dem so-called 'heroes' a' yers show up." he said, as he let go and reached into his sack, producing a nice big bottle of rum, causing Dundee to laugh.

"You crazy drunkard." Dundee said with a laugh, holding the cat and walking back to the others.

"Wouldn't be me othawise, kiddo. Now let's party 'til dey get here." Arell replied and kissed Crystal's cheek. Now THIS was the Arell they knew.

"Drinking, sushi, more drinking? That's sounds like a plan to me." Crystal laughed and kissed Arell back. Getting his mind off of everything was a good thing right now.

She let him go and reached into a pocket, pulling out a credit card as she danced around a bit. "We can go anywhere y'all want."

"Well then. All seems settled. We'll leave after I've used the little kitty's room." Crystal kissed Arell on the cheek and ducked down out of his arm to scurry out of the alley and into a nearby building.

She pulled out her touch pad and activated communications back to the group. "Hey, I.O. is going to be watching the front doors. I've calmed Arell down and he's not going to attack the base. Although y'all might want to move quickly, no matter."

Crystal seemed to be an even better actor than Arell in this case. And without even trying. She knew, damn well, that after the two days she gave him he'd go hog wild on their asses. That was the reason for telling the others to hurry.

She then ended the transmission and walked back out, looking happy and purring slightly. "Alright. Who's up for that Sushi?" She then looked at Arell and smiled. She was happy that, even though he was pissed at I.O. he was willing to give the heroes a few days to get s**t done.

"IO ain't the only group he's pissed at!"

C.J., you know full well those bats are going to come whether Arell wants them to or not. We may as well just suck it up and admit that doing ANYTHING outside what they want is just going to be bad.

"Right, 'cause waiting for assholes in underwear is a good idea to do ANYTHING . . . ."

I was waiting for you to quip on that.

"So? They're trying to cheat Arell out of a fi- nah. Arell finds out the Bats are gonna run him outta the business, I can see them guns turning right around to face 'em. There's a reason why Dun's the only . . . sorta Bat that remotely cares for him right now."

Good luck with the Justice league.

"God, you're annoying."

*THUNDER* "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?"

"Err, I meant HIM." *points to the writer*

Me?!? You're the one who's been egging Arell on to kill everyone who gets in his way!!

"Oh, SHUT UP! You write what we do anyways!!"

WHY I OUGHTA - !!!! Hehe, well . . . this is awkward.

Arell was secretly hoping that the Bats would be late, but no matter, those guys were making it a real pain in the a** for a guy to do work. As in he was annoyed as hell at them . . .

but those "costumed pricks" as he called them had a point. A big point.

It was sinking in Arell's head that yes, as much as he hated it, as much as he swore up and down he was not like them . . . he was. Just like every last single one of those guys. Only difference was these assholes were taking his job. Had they mutually disliked each other at this point, they'd probably be friends.

Shaking off the moral discussion raging in his head, he took another puff. "Sounds good. Let's get goin' den." he drawled as Dundee smirked.

"Congrats, you found the fastest way to get him out of Drill Sergeant mode. Food, rum and love. Wonder if they have a Winter Roll out here." he mused.

"Writer, if there ever was a need for a DOG, it'd be it!"

The cat's right for once, C.J. . . . just shut up. Save your strength for OUR little side mission. We still have Savage's and Fisk's butts to kick!

"Right!" *Transforms into a blatantly obvious parody of Rocky Balboa* "I'd better go start my trainin'. Dis-a gonna be no problem."

Arell raised an eyebrow when she mentioned reservations. "How fancy is dis joint?" he asked as he looked at Dun' and himself. Surfer Dude and a guy who looked like he was trying out for Lynyrd Skynyrd after the mission didn't get them into a whole lot of places . . . especially in Las Vegas. Smiling a little bit, he kissed her cheek after she licked him.

Dundee on the other hand, kept up, jogging a little bit . . . when Crystal shoved him, he staggered right into a trash can, and had to catch up in order to not be lost on the way.

Arell kept walking, keeping up as she lightly tugged him along. "I ain't never heard of no Luxor before, but alright." he said as he caught up, Dundee making it to the bunch.

"Very funny . . . that trash can had a raccoon in it!" Dundee growled, sure enough, there was a wild raccoon sitting on top of Dun's head, munching on a piece of chicken someone threw out.