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The sizzling bolt of electricity shot by Maria seriously frizzing her hair. "s**t!" she shouted and hit the ground. She was forced to return fire.

"Good choice kid," Soul remarked to Daisy. He turned to Libra and Orion, " Shall we?" He chuckled knowing how redundant all this has seemed what did The Manager take himself for. He's put up all these images probably just to rattle the new guys cages. What happened to the days where we would confront him at a burger joint and he's punch-drunk on cheeseburgers.

"s**t!" Alexander yelled to himself as he jumped for cover. It seems his "lover" already jumped away to save her own a**. So much for caring for him. Did she even care to begin with? Alexander shook his head. Now is not the time to think about that. First we need to take care of that woman. If I can get a clean hit it will be over He was surprised how easy to was to think about stuff like killing.

As they stepped into the room they were overwhelmed with the smell of one thing. Butter. Behind a desk filled to what seemed impossible limits were plates of lobster and platters of greasy looking cheeseburgers, sat the surly Italian-esque man known as The Manager. Soul knew him as a former street thug named J.J. Brain Snyder who has made himself a very wealthy man by having absolutely no scruples. He looked up from a odd double bit of cheeseburger and lobster and clapped his hands together. "Soul! Ma favorite un-caped crusader. Wisconson butterburger?" he said as he held on of the dripping monstrosities in his out stretched hand. Libra also noticed to J.J.'s right was his body guard Ed and sitting in a chair to his left was a very odd looking man cleaning his fingernails with a large knife. The only way he could describe him was a businessman with a punk motif. There were also three men to either side of his three man group. As soon as the door closed behind him he felt a strange sense of vertigo for a second and the punk man smirked.

"That's enough funny boy." the lead thug said, "Eddie, drop the clamps on him." A second man bent down with a pair of leg clamps.

Leg Clamps? Those aren't just laying around. They knew we were coming? s**t Leon and Tess! They don't know they could be walking into a freaking trap! Bullets thoughts raced through his mind s**t, my speed is down dramatically. It's still enough to dodge bullets but that's it. I can't make myself vanish from their sights with just speed. I need to take care of those clamps first. Here goes nothing!

As the clamps approached his feet, he kicked them away with inhuman speed. The clamp hit the guns that were pointed at him. Using the momentum created by the upward kick Bullet rolled over backwards and pushed himself away half way during the roll. He managed to propel himself over the guards with that push. During his flight he managed to pull the pin out of a grenade that was attached to one of the guards vest. First thing he did was to look for a place to hide.

"You know damn well i don't want that. Let's not do this, we both know where this is going already. Let's not stray down that path, why can't we be friends right now?" Soul said with a smile. He too noticed the sense of vertigo. And the very overpowering smell of butter, it felt as if he would have a heart attack if he kept looking at the mounds of crap J.J. was shoveling into his face.