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 Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:12 am
 Rebecca jumped off the bike, running to where the police cars were blocking. A cop stepped in front of her, arms crossed.
"Sorry Miss, but you can't come back here. This is a crime..."Rebecca growled at him. "I know what this is damn it! Now move out of my way before I bash your face in. That is my mother over there crying." Her eyes were blazing with fire as she stared the cop down. His face had gone pale and he didn't know what to say until an older officer stepped up behind him.
"Rebecca, that was fast." The officer had graying jet black hair and dark blue eyes. He had been her father's best friend. He pushed the other officer aside and lifted the tape so she could get through. "Thanks Tom." Rebecca nodded over her shoulder at Michael. "He's with me, so if he wants to come in, let him pass okay?" "A partner Rebecca?" Tom asked with a raised eyebrow. Rebecca smiled a little. "You could say that." She hurried over to her mother, wrapping her arms around her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:43 am
 Michael Callaway Michael tilted his head slightly in respect to the officer as he followed after Rebecca, noticing an officer walking out with a bagged shuriken roughly half again as wide as his palm. He frowned as he spotted it before a low growl slipped from his lips; he recognized it easily, since he'd caught a glimpse of it when he'd leaped away from his bike. "Same weapon as earlier.... someone took out my other bike on the way here by slashing the side of the tank, nearly took both Rebecca and myself out," he said in a low growling voice.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:58 am
Tom had been standing close to Michael when he heard him speak. He frowned and motioned for the officer to bring him the bag so he could examine it. "If it is the same...then someone is after this family." He looked to Rebecca and her mother. "We'll have to put them in protective custody. Although I am sure Rebecca will refuse to go. She'll want to go after whoever did this. I know the girl...her father and I have been friend since grade-school."
Rebecca had seen them talking and she frowned as she said something to her mother. She let go and walked over to Michael and Tom. "Is that it," she asked when she saw what Tom was holding. "Is that how my father was killed?" She recognized it as the same type of weapon that had killed the man in her home. Tom hesitated before nodding. "Yes. Your friend here said one like this was thrown at you not too long ago. I want to put you and your mother in protective custody...""You can take my mother into protective custody," Rebecca interrupted, "But I am staying here. I need to find who did this..." Tom sighed softly and shook his head. "I knew you would say that."Rebecca smiled a little. "You know me too well Uncle Tom."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 10:06 am
Michael Callaway Michael had his eyes half closed. "Guy hit the tank when we were going a good sixty or sixty five miles an hour, which would have given him a target of perhaps three and a half to four inches for a matter of two or three seconds, yet the thing hit close enough to momentarily pin my leg to the tank... that means he's extremely accurate with thrown weapons, and possibly the same with other weapons as well," he muttered as his eyes slid open, meeting Rebecca's, fairly sure she'd figure it out as well. He sniffed slightly, cocking his head upward momentarily upward as he noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye on a six story building's roof. Seems we have eyes watching us... perhaps that friend of 'Becca's she mentioned, 'Angie', he thought. Logan chuckled. "Ya got talent, kid; I noticed her as ya ducked under the police tape," he said dryly in his mind.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 10:23 am
Kaosujin Ryu gonna make Rebecca's pic smaller..give me a sec Rebecca already knew who they were dealing with before Michael finished speaking. Now the only thing they had to do was find the person who had acquired Bullseye's ability. She looked to Tom before nodding. "Mom knows that I am going to go out and search. Please Uncle Tom, keep her safe for me." "I will Becca, you know that." Tom placed a hand on her shoulder. "And you take care of yourself.""Always do." Rebecca hugged him and pulled away. She looked at Michael and nodded slightly as she walked back towards the police tape and slipped under it. She had purposely not gone in to see her father's body. She wanted to remember him as she had last see him.  Angie watched from the rooftop as everything transpired at Rebecca's parent's home. She had caught wind of what was going to happen, and had tried to get here in time, but she had been too late. She knew who had done it. Both the identity of the actual person, and whose ability he had. "An old enemy," Elektra sighed in her head. "I've been waiting for a little rematch between us..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 10:36 am
Michael Callaway Michael smirked slightly, cracking his knuckles as he shifted his weight as he grumbled under his breath gruffly. "Then we'll see how he likes a little Weapon X," he muttered, glancing up at the roof momentarily as his irises flickered a deep crimson, Remy noticing Angie easily. He tilted his head as he pushed off into a back somersault, flipping over the police tape and landing next to the bike.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 10:49 am
Rebecca smirked a little as she joined Michael by the side of his bike. "Now we just have to figure out which poor sap as Bullseye's special abilities." She said softly to where only he would hear her. "If we can find Angie...she may know." She pushed her hair back over her shoulder and sighed. All of a sudden everyone was showing up. This was going to be a very interesting time in her life.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 11:10 am
Michael Callaway Michael shifted his weight fractionally before he spoke quietly back. "She ain't far away; she'll likely find us 'round the next block," he said quietly, shades of Logan's voice flickering through his own as his gaze flicked momentarily up towards the rooftop again before he straddled the bike. His voice dropped to a lower octave, gaining in gruffness. "At least Sinister ain't 'round," Logan muttered before Michael sighed. "It stands to reason that some of the stronger forces, like say, Blackheart, Mr. Sinister, and Carnage, among others, might simply overwhelm their 'hosts' instead of trying to work with them," he thought.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 11:37 am
"Well, then let's go," Rebecca said as she got on the bike with Michael. She only hoped that Angie knew something about this man. She didn't want to allow this person to get away with murdering her father. No doubt he would go on to harm others as well, and she wouldn't allow that.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 11:57 am
Michael Callaway Michael started the bike with a fluid movement of his foot and leg before he twisted the throttle, leaving a trail of burnt rubber in a half circle before he pulled away. "Death comes for us all, we can only choose how to face it when it comes," he muttered, recalling what he'd read from a novel once. He shifted his shoulder, where an odd pinwheel in dominately gold on black sat. It was roughly two inches in diameter.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 12:12 pm
Rebecca held onto Michael tightly as they took off. She saw the odd design on his shoulder and studied it. She was glad that he was on her side. That he was helping her. ~~~~~ Angie sat on a stone wall, knowing full well that they would be there soon. She pushed her hair behind her ear, humming softly to herself. She knew who Rebecca had with her, but what about the young man? Who did he have with him? That sure would be interesting to find out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 12:46 pm
Michael Callaway Michael shifted his weight slightly, skidding the bike around a turn before he slowed, noticing the girl half sitting, half crouching on top of the concrete wall. "I could have gone the way most others who grew up on the streets did, but I found something that kept me from it. 'What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, but lose his own soul in the process?' Mark 8:36," he said quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 12:59 pm
Rebecca smiled a little as Michael said the quote. "I am glad you turned out the way you did. I like you like this." She blushed a little and then her gaze fell on the young woman crouched on the wall. She smiled a little. "That's Angie over there." ~~~~ Angie watched them come around the corner, her head tilted to the side slightly. As a rule she didn't trust most people. She had found out that most people were cruel, manipulative. She jumped down from the wall, landing lightly on her feet.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 1:21 pm
Michael Callaway Michael tilted his head as he shifted his weight, seeing Angie drop to street level. "Not bad, chèri, mebbe we'll get along fine, non?" he said idly, Gambit's smooth Cajun tone flickering through his voice. Michael shifted as he cut the bike off, feeling Gambit's amusement as he spoke again. "We know someone has a certain 'target' on their back, and we need to find 'em," he said idly, referring to Bullseye's host.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 1:34 pm
Rebecca got off the bike when Michael stopped it, looking at him briefly when she heard Gambit's accent come out. She smiled a little and shook her head. She then turned back to the other woman. "Angie.." "Becca," Angie said as she pulled the other woman into a hug. "I tried to get here fast enough, but I am afraid he was a little faster than I. I only just caught wind of it. I didn't have time to make any calls." She pulled back and looked between the two of them. "You are searching for Bullseye. I know who is hosting him. We also want a word with him," Angie smirked slightly.
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